Life Isn't Fair

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When I wake up, I feel energized and refreshed. I feel good considering I slept in my own bed last night. I throw the covers off of my body, and lay there for a minute. I think about certain people, certain ways things should be. I sigh heavily and sit up, one by one putting my feet on the cold, wooden floor. I walk over to the dresser and put on some black joggers, a blue jacket, and some white sneakers. I throw my hair into a messy ponytail and speed walk out of my room and down the stairs. "Aiden, watch the baby for me, will ya?" I yell up. He shouts back a, "Yeah.", and I trudge across the living room and out of the door. The cool air hits my face, causing a smile to appear on my lips. Glenn waves at me, the small gesture bringing a warmness to my heart. I wave back, instantly getting a nice smile in return. I jog down the porch stairs and out onto the street, where I planned on having a morning run. The Mp3 player Rick had found was lent to me as well as a pair of headphones, so I plugged them in my ears and listened to 'Hurt' by Johny Cash. For a weird reason, this song made me go into a full sprint as I rounded the houses in the middle of the community. I noticed Daryl watching me, in anticipation to see what I was going to do, but this only made my feet go at an even faster pace, If that was possible. I slowed down back to a jog when my eyes found Michonne training with her sword. I was tired, but I needed this to get my mind off of the shit filled day coming. I happen to pass the gates on my jog and noticed that there had been blood smears on the side. I made my way quickly and quietly over, not wanting to startle anyone else with this issue. My face scrunches up when I find a piece of ripped clothing on the floor. Almost immediately, my feet carry me, Fast, towards Rick's house. A few people seemed to notice the distress on my face, and the way I took off. These people being: Daryl, Michonne, and Glenn. As I neared Rick's house, I heard a shout of my name. I turned around, only to be met with the face of a redneck. "Hey, Dixon." I say, panting heavily. "Sup Lilly." He replies. "What are ya doin'?" He asks in his nice, smooth but rough, voice. "Come with me to find out." I laugh and jog ahead of him. I pulled the headphones out of my ear a long time ago, and had them slung around my neck. "I'm done playing damn games." Daryl said. He wrapped his arms around me making me come to a complete stop. "Hey!" I laugh. He throws me over his shoulder, and we continue to Rick's. I hit and squirm but he doesn't let go, nonetheless. "Daryl put me down you Ass!" I squeal. "You better watch that mouth, Sunshine." He mutters. I chuckle in return. "No." I test. "No? Okay then. Your loss." Daryl grunts and throws me down on the floor, my feet hitting the road roughly and my legs turning to jelly, causing him to dip down and catch me before I fell. "Thanks, Dixon." I sigh, obviously annoyed. "Well, you wanted it." Daryl chuckles. "No, I didn't, but you did it anyway." I say. "You did say to put you down, so I granted your wish." He smirks. "Shut up." I laugh and hit his chest with my palms. I turn around to Rick's voice, "What's going on?" I nod to Daryl, and he takes the lead. "We should probably talk inside." He suggests. I know Daryl knew by the way he looked at the gate while I was over by it and inspecting it, so I knew. Daryl is very observant like that. He is a hunter, so it makes sense. As I'm about to close the door behind me, Michonne stops me with her hand on the other side of the door. She comes in with Glenn, and then shuts the door completely. "What's going on?" Michonne repeats what Rick said, joining us on the couch. She looks intimidating with the sword in her hand. "Yeah, Skylar looked panicked so I came as fast as I could." Glenn says, concerningly. "We have a problem. There might be some Walkers inside-" My eyes widen at the sound of a scream and wailing. I jump up to my feet and snatch a gun sitting on the table, only to make it to the door and yank it open. The second I step out of the door my mind whirls in panic, thinking of my baby. I had to get to Dallas, make sure he was safe, and find out what the hell is going on. I spot Carol rushing out of her house, Morgan on her trail. My feet quickly carry me to my porch, where Aiden waits. As soon as I get close enough, I throw my arms around his neck and hug him tightly. "Where is Dallas?" I ask. "He should be in his room, that's where I left him for his nap." Aiden replies. My breath hitches, and I sigh in relief. "Okay. I'm gonna go check on him." I let him go out of the embrace, and kiss his cheek. I open my front door and shut it behind me as I zoom across my living room and up the stairs, on my way to Dallas's room. "Dallas? Baby? You in here?" I call out, softly. I listen for a second before I open the door, due to the suspicion of no noise being made by the child. "Dallas?" I repeat, and look around the room once I'm fully inside of it. I don't see him so I automatically think that Dallas is with Aiden, but he already said he was in here where he last left him. My eyes widen, and I began to quickly search the entire house for my son, but he isn't in any space here. I spin in a full circle to check again, and I sprint towards the front door. I notice something on the desk by the door. It was a note. It says:

           Dallas will NOT come back unless you turn yourself over. If you bring anyone with you to where we tell you to go, we WILL kill him. With all of the love in the world,
                                       ~Wolves

I stared at the note in confusion, anger, frustration, every negative emotion in the book. I felt sick, and I crouched over and placed my hands on my knees, feeling dizzy. "My- He's gone." My voice cracked as I placed my hands on my forhead and scrunched up my face.  "My son is gone." I repeat. I shove the note into my back pocket and open my front door, completely wiping all emotion off of my face. "Hey. He in there?" Aiden asked, but I ignored him and continued to walk down the street to the gates. I climbed the ladder to the guard post on the side of the gate, and watched the HUGE horde of walkers go into a frenzy as they saw me. The snarls and growls was enough to get a gasp and a whimper to leave my mouth. I was scared that Dallas was in that crowd somewhere, and the 'Wolves' had no mercy to giving a small child to the walkers. I looked away and bit my lip, afraid that if I glanced back down I would see Dallas as a walker, or in pain. And that was not something I could handle. I didn't react, scream or cry, I just stood there; numb and afraid for my child. I couldn't even begin to imagine what he was going through. I noticed a small vibration through my body, and I saw Maggie standing next to me. "Hey, you okay? I saw you coming over here and Aiden told Rick and everyone you were acting weird." She concludes with a concerning look, I decided not to tell her what was happening, for her sake. "No, I'm fine." I lied, a fake smile plastered on my features. "Alright. Come down to Rick's when you're ready, to discuss somet things." Maggie comments as she climbs down the ladder and walks away. "Yeah, I will." I reply loud enough for her to hear. "Those people will pay." I say, smiling. The only person I'm gonna tell, is Daryl. Only because he can help me track him down. "They're gonna regret being alive." I whisper.