Lost Too Much 【REDONE】 ║ Daryl/OC or Shane/OC

Chapter 25: I told you I'd see you again.

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(DAY 069) I wanna find Merle and Daryl.

Out of nowhere, I know. I don't care. I miss them a lot today. I'm not really sure why, either. Maybe it's because I've been spending all this time with Martinez and Paul and it's so different. I kinda feel guilty for being happy with Martinez and Paul because they aren't Merle and Daryl.

I wonder if they ever came looking for me. I don't know where they went, and I don't know if they're even still alive, though I doubt they died already. They're tough as hell, and Merle is as stubborn as it gets, so it would take a lot to kill him. And as long as Merle's still alive, Daryl is too. Merle wouldn't let anything happen to his brother.

Merle and Daryl both acted like assholes with no emotions for most of the time I've known them, but it's obvious that they cared a lot about each other and wouldn't choose anyone over each other. Not only that, they cared about me, too. Merle said so himself in his note on Day 1, and his note clearly stated that Daryl did as well, considering the note was his idea in the first place. They really were good guys, and I don't know what I would do if I ever found out one of them died. Or worse, both.

How am I even sane right now? God, I spent two weeks away from them just days before the apocalypse and I honestly thought I wasn't gonna make it. Merle called me just hours before we all separated and was so persistent with me hurrying up and getting to their house. He really missed me over the course of two weeks. I missed him just as much, if not more. How was I still doing okay after two months without them?

That must've been because I have Phillip and Martinez, and Karen, and Paul. There's Titus, too, and Hannah and Conner that I still visit occasionally. Just since I've moved out they've grown up so much. It's almost shocking every time I stop by. I believe Hannah's 11, and Conner is 10 now. I'm pretty sure this is a really tough age to have kids at, so I don't know how Titus is doing it. I told him he could ask me for help at any time, which he told me he would do if he needed it.

It's already been at least 20 days since I moved out, and it's been really nice. I do miss living with the Olsen family, but it's great for it to just be me and Phillip. As often as we're both busy, it's such a great feeling to just come home and it be the two of us.

I don't know what I would do if I had to choose between the Dixon boys and my friends here. My brain is set on Phillip and Martinez, but I know that if I ever get to see them again, my heart won't hesitate. I know Phillip wouldn't ever put me in a situation of having to choose between them, but knowing how Merle gets, who knows?

I'm gonna stop this one here. I don't wanna think about that shit anymore.

Signing out,
Corynn Elaine August (Jenner)
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Andrea and I came out through a clearing, onto a set of railroad tracks that were oh-so-familiar. In front of us was the prison, finally, after walking for almost four hours. The sky was turning gray from how late it was getting, though there would surely be enough time for Andrea to drive back to Woodbury before it got too dark. I was also freezing from the lack of clothing. My dress wasn't exactly warm. At this moment, it wasn't exactly dry, either.

During our journey through the woods, there was a bit of a mishap. In my stupid heels that I very much regretted not changing out of, I twisted my ankle and fell into a creek about twenty minutes ago while trying to hop over the rocks to cross it. I was only wet from my chest down, luckily avoiding my hair, which I found a great thing since that would only make me even colder, but now that it was getting later, I was cold and in pain from hurting my ankle. Seeing the prison was like a gift from the gods.