ANGEL FACE ➵ DARYL DIXON [2]

Chapter One: The Destruction Of The World

Chapter 1

"AND HIS THROAT STILL BURNS FROM WHEN HE SWALLOWED THE THINGS HE WISHED HE HAD OF SAID TO HER."

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Dear Kitty 2.0

Hey, I know it's been awhile. In fact, it has been months, and I'm getting more bigger than ever before. I'm going to be honest, I forgot about this cheap, girly diary with stickers of puppy dogs I found by the dumpster that day. It's not the same as the original.

Nothing is.

But, something happened. Something bad. The prison is gone. Bobby is gone. Our group is gone. And I'm feared I'm just as much gone too.

I think I'm due in a few weeks. So I need to find a safe place when it comes. We both do. We've been running around like wild animals, picking berries off of bushes, scavenging car parts and killing to get food.

I let Chin-mae do that, cutting of little rabbit head's unbearable to watch, never mind actually doing it. It's survival of the fittest these days, but I'm getting weaker.

I care about him. I do. That's the truth. But being around anyone for so long without anyone else to talk to, will cause pointless agruements and disagreements for sure.

I know he also cares about me, but he never tells me. It would be nice to know that I am cared for, not just a burden. I feel like that now. We don't even walk side by side anymore, him making all the decisions.

He's muted, never talking about what happened. When I do bring it up, he just doesn't reply. Or he walks away.

How can I be so close to someone who's so far away?

Like last night by the fire he had prepared, we ate in complete silence, him chewing loudly and aggressively like a tiger who's just caught it's prey. I found it so uncomfortable.

Luckily in these past months, we haven't run into much danger, just a couple of walkers here and there. Someone stole a couple of traps with our dead animals caught, but that was about all of it.

The days drag on and on, our small talk not even existing anymore. I swear, yesterday was the first time that he never spoke a word. And neither did I.

We've became roommates who are strangers. Never in a million years did I think he would look so defeated with life. Don't get me wrong, he hunts for me, he feeds me, protects me and he clothes me.

Yet, that's the problem. I'm not learning.

We had high hopes to find everyone at the start, Chin-mae not giving up. And I wasn't either. We kept in a positive spotlight, knowing that they were out there. Somewhere. But the light got a little less brighter as the weeks went on, finding absolutely nothing that links back to them. No footprints, no clues. Nothing.