🌱Kristina🌱
I hold the baby in my arms, listening to her crying. My body is numb with shock, Rick just ran back into the prison with an ax, Lori's dead along with T-Dog and Carol, what will we do? I jolt when I finally register, Daryl standing in front of me, waving his hand in my face. "Hey, I need to do a run, you up for it?"
I nod and wipe the tears off my cheek. I hand the baby to, Carl. I holster my gun and knife before getting on the motorcycle behind Daryl, wrapping my arms around his torso. "Daryl, do you think, Rick's going to be alright?"
"He's tough. He'll be fine." I nod against his shoulder. We stop outside a daycare center, I swing off and adjust my backpack strap. We go in through a window. I see some cabinets, I crouch down and open them, finding two baby bottles. I grab them and shove them into my bag.
I grab some diapers and put them in too. I throw the strap onto my shoulder and continue moving. Daryl is checking down the hall, I check up. I can hear movement coming from a closet. Daryl heard it too because he brushes past me and aims at the doors with his crossbow.
I reach for the doors before looking back at him. He nods and I quickly pull the door open to reveal a possum. It hisses and Daryl pulls the trigger, a bolt enters its body and it goes limp. I stare at it. "Hello, dinner," he says and I shake my head. "I'm not putting that in my bag." He laughs at my disgust and I open more cabinets, making a noise of success when I find baby formula.
"That's everything, let's go!" We leave the way we came. Daryl is about to start the bike when we hear gunshots. "We need to go," he says and I stay where I am as another shot rings out. I hear screaming and it sounds like a young girl. "Kris!" Daryl says sternly but instead I turn and run in the direction of the shots.
"Damn it, Kris!" I look and see a young girl, maybe 11 or 12 years old. She's firing her gun and surprisingly three walkers hit the ground. But a crawler grabs ahold of her leg and she trips, falling backward, screaming in terror. I'm suddenly reminded of my sister which makes my legs go faster.
She kicks at the reanimated corpse, trying to keep it away from her. "Get off her!" I scream, slamming it in the face with my boot and knocking it off her. I take out my knife and jam it into the walker's skull. I take out my gun and shoot two of the nearest walkers.
I grab on to the girl's shoulders, pulling her to her feet. Bolts pierce the last walker's skulls and they fall to the ground. I sigh and suddenly the girl envelops me in a hug, crying into my shirt. I stroke her hair, holding her close as she sobs. "Shh, you're safe now. It's okay."
I gently pull her away and crouch down to be at eye level. "Where are your parents?" She wipes tears off her face with the sleeve of her cardigan. "I don't have any."
"Everybody has parents," Daryl says only slightly gentle. "I don't know who my parents are. I'm an orphan. I grew up in foster care." As she says that, I see something flash in her eyes. "You've been out here on your own? How long?"
"Since everything went bad. I was able to avoid the monsters for a long time. But when I was searching for food, I accidentally made a lot of noise and they chased me. I was so afraid they'd get me. I saw what they did to my foster father."
"How'd you survive?" Daryl asks and she looks up at him. "I was in my cubby hole, I stayed quiet and didn't come out for a long time."
"What's your name?" I ask her gently and she looks at me. "My name is Kara." I smile at her and she gives me a small smile back. "Well, Kara, would you like to come with us?" I look up at Daryl and he nods before walking back to his bike. I return my attention to Kara.
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Healing Broken Wings [Daryl Dixon] The Walking Dead
FanfictionKristina Lewis has been fighting for her life since the world went to hell. No matter how hard things get she soldiers on. Until one day when she's blindsided by a group of men, who beat and leave her for dead. She finds herself in desperate need of...