No Fear (Daryl Dixon) ON HOLD

[Chapter Nine] Too Many For You To Handle

Arianna's point of view. (very important authors note at the end)

My knifes blade kills another walkers brain. I catch my breath and high five Maggie.

"Yeah! We did it!" I cheer. We head over to the field, Joining Rick.

"Good job, Ladies. You did real good today." Rick tells Maggie and I. "Everyone rest up. We got an even longer day tomorrow."

I watch as Daryl skins his squirrel he caught.

"This is a good place to have the baby." Beth tells Lori. "Its safe."

"This is exiting. Mommy and me classes and songs and first steps." I joke. This earns a laugh from Lori.

"As if!" Lori says.

"Just tryin' to be in the dream world." I tell her. I earn laughs from everyone.

As it quickly turns nightfall, Daryl takes a shift watching the prison. After Daryl left, I grab a plate of shredded squirrel and walk over to him.

I climb on the bus and smile at him.

"Whaddya doin' here?" He asks. I hold out the bowl.

"I knew you wouldn't get off your lazy ass to eat so I did ya a favor." I joke. He takes a handful of squirrel and sprinkles it in his mouth.

"I also have some warmer-than-freaking-mexico water." I say, Holding out a warm bottle of water. He takes it from me and drinks half.

"Thanks." He says.

"No problem." I say. "Never thought I'd be here, To be honest. Talkin' with a badass redneck, While eatin' shredded squirrel that probably has a virus, And drinkin' water that's warmer than the Bahamas." I joke.

"Better than a rich guy with a stick up his ass, Salad, And that weird drink with the onion on a toothpick." Daryl says. I laugh at his comment.

"Yeah, Way better." I say, Drinking some of the warm water.

I was about to say something that I thought was funny, But I was interrupted by Daryl putting his lips on mine.

The next morning, Rick orders us around like his normal self and we run straight in the prison.

I stab and kill many walkers that roam in my path. About five minutes in, A walker decides to take a big bite out of Hershel's leg.

"We gotta amputate! T-dog, Help Ari and Daryl with the door!" I hear Rick yell. I keep pushing the door closed with all my strength.

"Daryl, We'll have to let them in a couple atta time!" I shout as Hershel's yells are in the background.

"Aight." Daryl says, Putting his crossbow over his back and taking out his hunter knife.

"T-dog, When open the door two walkers at a time." I order. He nods and opens the door. Two walkers stumble in and T-dog closes the door. He opens and closes numerous times.

"Outta the way!" Glenn yells at us, Wheeling an unconscious Hershel in our direction.

"I'll go and warn them!" I shout at Daryl. He nods as he takes off his crossbow. I run off to the cell block we cleared.

"Its Hershel!" I breathlessly fight to say. "We had to cut his leg off, And they're comin', So prepare for some nasty shit." I say, Running off in a cell.

I remove the pillow cases off of the pillows and take the sheets off the beds. Hershel arrives and we carefully but quickly lift him onto the prison bunk.