Loving a Wounded Huntsman

Chapter 8: Gone

I went over to me and Daryls tent to see my bag already set out along with my bow and quiver. I hiked them both on to my shoulder and walked back up towards the rest of group. I saw Carol giving hugs to Morales and his wife. His two children hugged Sophia and Carl with tears running down their gloomy face.

"Your not coming?" I asked them letting the sadness show through my voice.

"We have some family in Birmingham, we plan on making our way over there and hoping that their ok." Morales said with a sad face.

I hugged him and his wife quickly along with his two children. I didn't really talk to Morales that much, actually barely at all. But the thought of leaving a member of the group that saved me and Casey left me sad and appreciative for all his help.

"Good luck. I hope you find your family." I said with a small smile.

Morales and his wife returned it and hopped into there small van. They drove away on the bumpy road leaving behind the sound of crumpling rocks and a mist of dust.

I looked over toward Rick who was already helping Carl get into the R.V. Shane was sitting in his jeep behind Daryls truck waiting with an annoyed face.

"Theres no more room in the R.V, you can ride with either Daryl or Shane. It's your choice." Said Rick.

Rick was seriously making me pick between two douchebags right now? Why the hell could he not take a seat with his friend Shane or send Dale to ride with Daryl? I kept to myself and just started walking over to Daryl's faded gray truck. As weird as it sounded, I trusted Daryl a lot more than Shane. Granted he didn't hold a knife up to my throat, but I could just sense something off about him. Especially when he saw Rick walk out of that ice truck.

I opened up the passenger seat door and quickly slammed it as soon as I took my seat.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Daryl yelled towards me turning around so he wasn't facing the dash anymore.

"Fucking waiting for you too drive." I said without looking at him. I turned back towards him to see his face flushed red with anger. I just stared back with an annoyed expression on my face. If Daryl couldn't deal with me just sitting in his truck then he need to grow up a fucking lot.

"Fine. But dont talk." Daryl said finally break the few seconds of silence. I smirked with triumph and looked out the window as the car lurched forward letting me know we were moving.

"How far is the CDC?" I asked still looking out into the Georgia country side.

"Didnt I tell you not to fucking talk?" Daryl said with an angry tone.

"I never said I wouldn't." I spat back at him.

"Why do you have ti be such an annoying bitch?!" Daryl yelled my way.

"Excuse me?! Your calling me an annoying bitch!Daryl you fucking asshole your the one who put a freakin knife to my neck! I never even heard a fucking sorry you Bastard!"

"You shut up! Or its out of the fucking truck and I ain't stoppin!" Daryl yelled my way. I turned to fave him ready to lose all cool and wake some reality into the rednecks dirty ass head.

"Thank god! that means that I can get the fuck away from you!" I yelled into his ear. I lurched forward as the car stopped suddenly.

"Get the hell out of my truck! I dont care who the hell you are or where the hell you came from! I dont give a shit about you! So get out of my fuckin truck and don't expect a ride anytime soon!"

"Fine. I'll just sit with Shane. He sure as hell is better than your country ass." I opened the door and slammed it walking to the now lane of cars behind us. Rick walked up to me after exiting the R.V and approached me.

"What happened is something in the way?" he asked with urgency.

I inly walked around him saying a small No that he most likely didn't hear. I jumped into Shanes jeep and sat down with my arms crossed and my cheeks burning with anger.

"What happened? Was he too rough on you again?" Shane asked with sarcasm lingering in his voice.

"Shut up Shane, he was just being an ass. It's not your fuckin problem." After that Shane kept quiet the rest of the ride. I allowed my self to drift away slightly and think about all that was going on. I'd lost my dad, Amy, and the safety of our camp. After thinking through everything and holding in a few tears I decided to allow myself ti fall into a soothing sleep.