My Fallen Angel (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

Chapter Thirty One: Precarious State of Affairs

"Alright, that's it." I numbly hear on the radio.

"That's 20?" Daryl asks.

"It will be. 642 is a mile ahead. We gotta put distance between us and them before the turnoff."

"So floor it." Abraham says.

"Alright try to keep up." Daryl says.

"Daryl have you seen this car, believe me, we want to get back there too," Sasha says. We take the turn and ride for about another 10 minutes when out of nowhere we start taking fire. I duck pulling my gun and trying to shoot back. I feel a burn on the side of my stomach and know I'm shot. I yell as we swerve and I fall off the bike, instinctively I roll to the side so Sasha doesn't run me over. Abraham opens his door and pulls me in.

"Go we got her!" Sasha yells at Daryl as I stay ducked down giving Abraham my gun so he can still shoot. They run into something and Sasha stops the car. She gets out and comes to the side helping me out. I don't realize how bad the wound is until I try and stand.

"AAAHHH!!!" I say falling my hand on my side.

"Fuck, ok, you stay here we're going to get rid of them. Sasha says placing me back in the passenger side of the car.

"No, Daryl." I protest and try to move again. Not a good idea. "Aahh." I sit back down as my vision blurs.

"You're not going anywhere Miss Eyes." Abraham tells me as they walk off with the guns a sec later I hear the gunshots as they shoot up the car. They come back and help patch me up as best we can and we get to walk back the way we came.

"There it's clear, his bikes gone." Sasha says as we come to the spot we were separated at. I look around leaning against a white jeep.

"These are his shells." Abraham says.

"He fired, got away." I say. Trying my best to see if I can track but the pain from my wound was distracting me.

"He caught a good bounce." Abraham says. I get off the car and walk a few steps trying to see which way Daryl could have gone.

"There aren't enough people around to just waiting around for somebody to ambush." I hear Sasha say. "And they couldn't have just been watching us, not with what we were doing."

"Nah, they were looking to chew up someone in particular." Abraham says. "Whoever the hell they were." I sigh and try the radio again.

"Daryl, you copy?" I wait. Nothing. I growl almost tossing the radio on the ground but instead hand it to Sasha.

"Dollars to donuts he's on is way back to Alexandria by now." Abraham says.

"He wouldn't leave us behind." Sasha says.

"He already did."

"He wouldn't leave her behind." Sasha points to me.

"If he thinks I'm at Alexandria and safe he would," I say. "However he came back, and the best way to find a tracker is to stay put."

"You just want us to stay here with our precious leathers in our hands?" Abraham looks at me like I'm crazy. "I don't think so Miss Eyes." I raise an eyebrow at him, that's the 2nd time he's called me that.

"No, we can't." Sasha says getting up and making an obvious footprint in the mud next us and walking away Abraham gets up and helps me follow her.