The Light in my Storm

No Bites(20)

My body was pumping with fear and adrenaline. Desperate to get to the screaming sound, it wasn't Daryl, the sound wasn't right. Who else would it be?

"Bella! What's happening?!" Rick yelled from behind me.

"I don't know!" I yelled back, forcing my legs to go faster. I reached the cattle fence, I pushed the gate open as Rick caught up with me. We both ran towards to sound of yelling, I was faster and made it farther, it wasn't screaming anymore, it was more of.... a yell for help? But it didn't sound like pain. It was dark, I was silently hoping I didn't trip in a hole or something. The group was way behind me as I heard a scream, this time of pain. It was horrific, unlike any sound I'd ever heard before. It made the hair on my arms stand up. Why did he have to be so far away?

When I finally got there, Daryl was on top of a walker, about to kill it. Dale's guts were exposed, and some torn apart cow was a few feet away.

"Dale!" I yelled dropping to my knees behind him. He couldn't speak. He looked up at me, pain, fear, and confusion seemed to dance in his eyes. Daryl shoved his knife into the walker's skull, killing it completely.

"What do I do?!" I panicked, I had tears streaming down my face. Daryl dropped on the other side of Dale.

"Help!" Daryl screamed at the group as they got closer with Flashlights. He was having a hard time breathing, it was forced and his body was twitching but he was still alive. They way he looked at me would forever be imbedded in my mind. Mercy, he wanted mercy.

"Hang in there, buddy," Daryl said quickly to Dale.

"Hang on, they're almost here," I told Dale, keeping my eyes away from his stomach, it was completely ripped open.

People got closer, I backed away. I let yet another person die, what if I ran faster? Would I have made it in time? What if I would have never gone to help Randall and I had doing something else, would I have been here sooner?

Everyone gathered around him, the tears kept streaming down my face, but I wasn't the only one crying.

"Hershel! We need Hershel!" Rick yelled.

Hershel kneeled on the ground beside Dale, everything was loud. People were scared and worried.

"What do we need to do? C-Can we move him?" I asked Hershel quickly, Daryl wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

"We have to do the operation here, Gle-" Rick started, Hershel shook his head, Dale had no hope....

"No!" Rick screamed, I silenced my cry, tears silently flowing. Daryl used his one arm to pull me closer to him, the tears fell down his vest. I pushed away from him, it wasn't his fault, I just didn't want to be near anyone. I wanted to shrink out of existence. O-Or wake up from this dream, the problem was, this was all too real. Dale panted, clenching his fists.

Most people were crying, Rick pulled his gun out. Theo stared at Dale, no emotion in his eyes. I was starting to wonder if he was a psychopath

"No," I whispered to myself, Daryl embraced me again, I didn't pull away this time, his one arm wrapped around my back. Gently holding me against him. I squeezed my eyes shut, shaking, this couldn't be real. This was all some stupid dream, that I was going to wake up from and Dale was gonna argue about some kid's life. He was going to annoyingly try to convince me to help him save the kid. When Dale grunted in pain, it was completely official. It wasn't some stupid dream I was going to wake up from. He wasn't going to annoy me into helping the kid tomorrow, and he wasn't going to argue with everyone about how all life matters. He was going to be gone by tomorrow, and god help us all if we make it to tomorrow. It seemed entirely too far away. .......What if I got to him just a little bit faster?