Okay so the CDC wasn't what the group had expected to be. So they were back on the road with one less group member . Tamara was no longer riding with Daryl , but she had found her own bike . like it was her old police bike with still enough petrol in it to get them were the needed to be . now with the combined noise of both bikes they were sure that every walker that the stumbled across was because of them .
the horn of the van sounded , which told the group to stop . they were in a car grave yard ." im going to look around " Tamara told Lori and walked of to look in a red car much like the one that she used to drive her daughter to school . Daryl walked over to her starching the back of his head as she stood up to look at him from the back seat she banged her head " fuck " Daryl almost laughed , but stopped himself as he remembered what he came over to talk to her about.
" last night , i fall a sleep in your bed " he almost questioned .
" yea , but it okay nothing happened , we both just went to sleep "
"shit "
"what "
he pushed her down under the car and run to were Tdog was throwing a dead walker on top of him , signalling for Tamara to stay quite she did .
then the many snuffle of the undead feat that when she released, no where was ever safe .
Author note: short chapter today.
do you think that the red car was hers, since she found her bike?
do you think daryl and hers converstion will countine .?
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A storm over head (Daryl Dixon fanfic)
TerrorTamara was just a small town cop , but when the world implodes on her, the life she once had is gone who going to save her before she loses herself for good. In the sea of her many chaotic thoughts. side not : i do not own the rights to any of th...
