Cross Bow Freak (a Daryl Dixon fan fiction)

Chapter 1. just Rita and I

~Missy's POV~

"Damn things! go away!" I yelled as I ran from 4 walkers.

I had lost my knife at the bridge and I'm out of bullets. yep, this is usually how my day day goes. Wake up, eat (if we're lucky), pack up, shoot, run, sleep, repeat.

I'm Missy Dixon, and this is my life.

I'm 15, but I act like a 2 year old sometimes. I have blonde hair with red tips. I guess you could say that I'm average height. I'm a rebel. I look for trouble, make trouble, and attract trouble. I can shoot like a bad ass with any weapon. you name it, I claim it.

I guess you could also say that I'm like my older brother, Daryl. Rita's more like Merle. she makes trouble more than she looks for trouble or attracts it. she defiantly has her own style of doing things.

She might be a pain in the ass sometimes, but I still love her. she's the only one who cared about me when Daryl and Merle decided to leave us with our lovely dad (sarcasm). She took care of me and acted like a mother to me. all my dad did was drink the night away and beat us up when he was mad at someone. he didn't have a job so how he paid for our house and all of his liquor, I have no clue.

Well look where that got him. he's dead now. got eaten by a walker when the outbreak first happened. he was yelling and screaming at us on the front porch about how he hated us and how he wished we were never born. He was about to call us a couple of bitches when a walker came up behind him and took a chunk from his neck. Rita had rushed me inside and gave me her hunting knife. then she shoved me in a closet and told me to wait there for her. she told me to aim for the head if one of the monsters tried to get me.

Then she ran off to go secure the house. I guess she watched a bunch of zombie movies because she knew exactly what to do.

We spent a month or two living in our boarded up house until a bunch of them, maybe 70-100, came threw the small neighborhood. it scared us so badly that we decided to pack up, and search for Daryl and Merle.

And that's how we got here. Two years later, we're STILL searching for them. I've learned a lot and so had Rita.

I don't get much sleep anymore. every little bump or creek wakes me up. I guess that's just how the apocalypse life goes.

So now, back to the present time.

I ran from those two walkers like there was a giant triple cheeseburger from McDonald's sitting 100 feet way from me. The point is, I ran fast. as I ran, I searched the muddy ground for anything I could kill those suckers with. maybe a large stick, or a rock that I could mange to pick up but could hit the walkers hard enough with, or maybe a knife just random laying on the ground. But I didn't find any if that. what I found was Rita. I guess she saw me from our shelter and decided to help.

She jumped out from behind a tree and shot the four walker in the head in a matter of seconds. she sighed.

"Where did you leave your knife this time?" she asked.

"By the bridge." I said sheepishly.

We walked to the bridge and I retrieved my knife. then we walked back to the little shack we called home, for now.

As we walked, the sun slowly went down and the temperature dropped.

"Oh my god, it's cold." I said.

"Well what do you expect? it's the middle of winter and your where short shorts." Rita replied.

True. I AM wearing my favorite pair of short shorts. but my legs never get cold. it's usually just my arms. that's why I wore my black, fuzzy, long sleeve.

"But my legs never get cold!" I protested.

She just rolled her eyes and we walked up the to the shacks' door. she opened it and we went inside. the shack surprisingly had a fire place. Rita had made a fire around noon so the house was warm and cozy. I plopped down on my sleeping bag and laid back. she did the same. together, we laid in the dim room, listening to the crackle of the fire. I slowly drifted into a dreamless sleep. those were always the worst. the seems to go by so fast when you don't dream. then you feel like your really tired when you wake up.

*****

I woke up to the sound of something hitting the door. I bolted upright and grabbed the extra gun from my bag. I looked at the door and saw Rita crouching behind it. she silently put a finger to her lips to signal for me to be quite too. she had a small hand gun in her right had and was using the other hand to keep her balanced. I quietly crawled over to her. she whispered into my ear.

"Here's the plan, you grab our stuff and we'll hide out in the bathroom. make it look like there was no one here. then we'll lock the door and wait for them to come in. When they do, well quietly sneak out the window in the bathroom and run off to a different place." she explained.

I nodded, then whispered back.

"What's out there that's trying to get in?" I asked.

She bit he lower lip for a second before answering.

"People. men to be exact. big, buff guys with huge guns and big trucks. about 5 of them out there. if we let them in, who knows what they would do. if we had to fight them, we wouldn't last a second. now get ready. this door isn't gonna to hold up forever." she said.

I nodded and quickly but quietly got to work. I was done within 5 minutes. we quickly jumped into the bathroom and locked the door. soon after, we heard the door go down. I could hear the guys talking to each other as they walked in. one tried to open the door. I was afraid he'd kick down the door but instead, he knocked really hard. we stayed silent. I guess he was sure there were no walkers in here because he didn't do anything else to the door.

We waited for at least an hour before peering outside through the window. the trucks were parked right in from of the very, very, small house. the coast looked clear so we, ever so quietly, opened the window and climbed out.

It was dim outside. the sun was just starting to come up. After we got out, we ran as fast as we could. we ran away for the shack. we ran across the bridge, through the thick trees, across the grass meadow, we ran till our legs were sore. mine were sore and cold since I was still wearing the same shorts from yesterday. we finally stopped when we found a farm. the barn looked like it had been burned down because all that was left was some stacks of hay and some charred boards that were sticking up. I looked around some more saw a white house with boarded up windows. I saw some dead bodies on the ground and a RV with blood spattered all over the wind shield and door. Besides some things about this place that creeped me out, it seemed like a pretty good place to stay for a while.

We walked up the front door and found that it was unlocked. we went inside and searched the place. I took upstairs and Rita took downstairs. I searched the bedrooms and the bathroom and found that it was untouched by the dead bodies and blood that seemed to cover the ground outside.

"Clear!" I yelled.

A minute later I heard Rita yell clear and we met by the front door.

"It seems like a good place." Rita said.

"Yeah, it does. but it's weird. The outside looks so terrible and messed up but the inside looks all neat and untouched by the apocalypse." I said.

She nodded as she looked around.

"Well it's your choice. we can stay, or we can try to find a different place." Rita said.

I thought for a moment.

"I don't know. hmm. I say.........