Healing Broken Wings [Daryl Dixon] The Walking Dead

Four| Forced Out And Overrun

⛏️Daryl⛏️

I'm about to pull up to the house but slam my foot on the breaks instead. Kris gasps as she sees what I see, geeks were surrounding the place. "How the fuck did this happen! I clear the woods every single day! This shouldn't be happening!"

"Who cares get us out of here!" Kris says, voice full of fear, I back out quickly and continue driving down the road. I slam my fist down on the steering wheel. "Fuck!" I shout angrily, running my hand through my hair. I can only imagine how Kris feels, she lost her parents, her sister, her camp, and now she lost another camp.

Kris's fingers brush my hand but she pulls back. I say nothing, staring ahead as I contemplate where we can go. Maybe, Atlanta? I'm caught off guard by Kris, slipping her hand into mine and squeezing reassuringly. I squeeze back, forcing the tension to leave my body.

We drive hours of the time in silence as I drive toward where I know Atlanta is. I take note of the sun going down and Kris's head starting to droop. I find a secure spot among the trees, before I lock the car doors, I pull a blanket from the bed of the truck and give it to Kris.

I stay sitting up, keeping my crossbow in my hand. The space in the truck isn't that big, Kris lays down, resting her head on my thigh. I stay silent not wanting to disturb her rest and keeping my eyes out for walkers. I rest my head against the window.

I open my eyes, squinting against the sunlight. I sit up a little, quickly realizing that Kris is still using me as a pillow. I half-smile down at her, gazing at her peaceful, sleeping face. I kind of find myself wishing that we met before the world had gone to shit. Maybe my life wouldn't have been so bad.

I feel like, Kris, gives me a purpose that I never felt I had before. I'm glad I can protect her and have her as my friend. I gently shake her until she stirs. She sits up, rubbing her eyes of sleep. "How'd you sleep?"

"Alright, you?"

"Stayed up most of the night, making sure, geeks didn't sneak up on us." She gazes up at me with slight worry. But she doesn't say anything as she sits up, running her hand through her hair. I start the car and continue on the road. I keep checking the fuel meter and get concerned when it gets low.

I might have enough in the fuel cans to get me a couple of miles but not through Atlanta. And we can not break down in the middle of that city. I finally see a sign that says, entering Atlanta. Kris sighs in relief, looking out into the city. Halfway into the city, I stop and decide to see if I can siphon off any gas from the surrounding cars.

I get out and Kris gets out too, needing to stretch her legs. I take the cans and tube to one of the first cars I find. I crouch down and push the tube into the gas tank. I wait patiently as the gas slowly fills up my fuel cans. Kris crouches down watching me work and I see a smile slowly appear on her face.

"What? Why are you staring at me?"

"I just notice how you clench your jaw and furrow your brow when you're concentrating." I laugh and pull the tube out. Her smile turns into a grin as she gazes at me. "What? You're not going to tell me I have a nice smile now are you?"

"Well, since I don't see it often, yes."

"I smile all the time."

"No, you only half smile and half frown." I shake my head with a fake scoff. Kris smiles again and stands up, I stand too. I put the cap back on the nozzle. I stiffen when I suddenly hear loud snarls and growls. We both turn to look and see walkers stumbling past my truck in our direction.

"Shit! Kris, run! Run!" I grab her hand and run, pulling her with me. "Daryl, what're we gonna do?" She asks, her voice trembling with fear. "Don't know, don't know!" I look around frantically, hoping to find a place to go. Fuck! Where! Where! I look back and see the herd still following us.