When the dead rise to feast on the living, it becomes nearly impossible to keep yourself, and your family, safe from anything.
For Daryl Dixon, that statement couldn't have been more true. As the apocalypse turns the world into a cruel, cruel place...
The next morning, as soon as everyone was awake, we rolled out.
Everyone piled into their vehicles, (except for Morales and his family, they decided to go to Birmingham to be with their family instead) and we set off for the alleged, "safe haven." I was hopeful that it would be a place where we could spend the rest of our lives, maybe even find a cure for the outbreak, but I had my doubts, too, just like everyone else. They idea of a cure, or of somewhere safe, after what happened the day before just seemed too farfetched for any of us.
On the ride there, I rode with Dad in Uncle Merle's pickup truck. I got to sit in the front seat, which didn't really matter considering I couldn't see over the dashboard. Although, there wasn't really much to see anyway, besides the back of Shane's Jeep.
As the ride stretched on, I found it hard to keep my eyes open. I hadn't slept well the previous night, just with everything that had been going on, plus I hadn't had anything to eat or drink since the fish fry a few nights prior. I was feeling extremely weak, exhausted, and sick. I had been feeling that way all morning, not to mention I was scared beyond belief, even if I wouldn't let myself admit it. But, I could never tell Dad that. He wasn't scared of anything, and he raised me not to be as well.
After awhile, I just couldn't stay awake any longer, and I leaned against the windshield. I allowed my eyes to close as the sun glistened down on the side of my face. I exhaled softly through my nose as I tried to relax my tensed muscles.
Then, no more than a minute later, I had drifted off into a peaceful, much-needed sleep.
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When I woke up and opened my eyes, I noticed three things. One, the truck had stopped. Two, I was in the back of the truck, lying across the three seats. And three, there was a light blanket tucked securely around me. I was actually fairly comfortable, and didn't want to get up to ask why we had stopped. Although, I didn't even have to ask, because the next thing I heard was the door opening beside me.
"Hey, Sid... c'mon, wake up... we're here."
That sentence got my attention. I sat up rapidly, but didn't realize how close my lower body was to the truck door. When I sat up, I felt the smallest bit lightheaded, so when I tried to jump out of the truck, I ended up stumbling and collapsing on the ground. I had been asleep for, what I'm guessing, was around four hours, after all.
I really must've been out of it, with the drowsiness and not eating within a few days, because I couldn't even react fast enough to break my fall. Luckily, though, Dad had my back.
"Whoa," he muttered, catching me before I could hit the ground. I mumbled a few words of confusion as he sat me back up in the truck.
