chapter 2: bare eyes

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i had everything packed. I sat the bag on my cell bed. I sat down for a second. I heard moans from the gate door. I unpacked my pocket knife. I seen walkers surround the gate. I locked it with another chain and lock. I looked over and seen a book shelf in the cell next to me. I grabbed it and it was heavy.

I decided to kick and scout it over against the gate making a loud noise.

walkers were trying to fit there hands in through the the gate to get me. I took my time setting up a barrier. I seen a walker fall from a arrow. I looked over to daryl.

for some reason I couldn't help but smile. he looked down at me looking me with a concerned look. I kept finding things to block it off. Daryl took out his knife and began stabbing all the walkers away. 

I stood up and showed Daryl my blockade. " I disconnected a cell bed and put it on the left side and book shelf on the right." I said trying to explain.

daryl looked at me with his bare blue eyes. I felt a shiver Down my back.

he granted. "wan' some food?" he asked in his scruffled voice.

the prison got cold with no light and we don't have a lantern so we brought wood up from up stairs from peoples cells. I began to make a area on the stone down stairs. I made a pit. I looked up at Daryl lite a cigar he found. than he started to light up the fire wood as he sat down.

I stabbed into a can of fruit we had.

I was having troubles. this was a perfect shot to show my strength. Daryl looked at me. "le' me see it." Daryl said reaching out for the can. "I can do this Daryl." I said stabbing it again. Daryl kept his hand held out.

I looked at his eyes. I seen his lips. I felt my heart stop. I looked close at a piece of his hair put of place. I looked down at my can. I stabbed it. Daryl still had his hand out. I stabbed down and and cut my wrist.

it went right a crossed my other cut i made at the farm. I knew I was going to cry. Daryl looked concerned. I ran back into my cell. I hid in my cell bed. I was crying facing the wall.

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