Lost then found • Daryl Dixon

Chapter Thirteen

"Kay," dad said as he lifted me to my feet. I kept my eyes on Shane's lifeless body laying on the ground. He was dead, Shane was dead, my dad had killed him.

My brain couldn't comprehend the actions of events that had just happened. He's dead.

"Kaylee," he said again, snapping me out of my thoughts, I turned my face away from Shane, looking up at him. His eyes were bloodshot from crying, his arm still wrapped around my waist keeping me up right.

He moved his hand over the top of mine where it was holding my side as the blood seeped out. He looked down as I pulled my shirt up, the bullet going through the side of my stomach, and out the back. A centimetre to the right and it would have missed me completely but the other way probably would have killed me. 

"Dad," I said, his head shot up to look at me. "I'm okay," I said, he gave me a small nod not quite believing me. He let go of my waist as he ripped the bottom of his shirt wrapping it around the bullet wound.

"Let's go back, Hershel can stitch you up," he said. I nodded in return as he wrapped his arm around me again to walk back to the house.

As we turned around, there stood Carl, his gun in his hand, the look of shock, confusion, and sadness written all over his face. He looked from dad to me, then behind us, to Shanes body.

"Carl," dad said only loud enough for us both to hear. Dad started walking us closer, his arm still around me as Carl stood in silence. As we got closer, I could hear he was breathing heavy and see the tears rolling down his cheeks.

"You know- you should be back at the house with mom," he tried to say calmly. Carl quickly raised his gun up, more tears rolling down his cheeks as he cocked his gun. Me and dad immediately stopped in our tracks, whats happening?

The gun was shaking in Carls hand as he pointed at us. I turned to dad, unsure what to do, unsure what Carl was about to do.

Dad raised his arm, trying to calm Carl. "Just- just put the- put the gun down," he said through his tears, Carl kept his gun raised, crying even more. "It's not what it seems," he begged him.

"Please Carl," I begged, jumping in to my father's arms as the gun shot rang out. I buried my head into his chest, the tears rolling down my cheeks, as the fire in my side was worsening.

I felt dad's tight grip around me as I moved my head up looking at him, he was okay. I looked to Carl the gun still in his hands. I followed his eyes to behind us, at Shane's body which was now closer to us, laying on the floor with a bullet in his skull. He was dead, again.

Carl ran over and he wrapped his arms around me, I wrapped my free arm around him. Dad let go of me and he went over to Shane's body,  making sure he was dead. I wrapped my other arm around Carl, holding him as tight as I could.

I felt another arm wrap around me, I looked up seeing dad, we started walking back to the house. We walked in silence until Carl turned to both of us. "Were you bit, too?" he asked. I shook my head as dad answered "no."

"Shane was" he said simply, my body tensing. "That wasn't Shane, you know that, " dad replied to him as I said nothing. "Used to be," Carl shrugged, he looked up to him at one point when he'd lost half his family, Shane was there. He didn't know about the things he had done.

"What happened?" he asked. The flashes of Shane pointing his gun at me, dad stabbing him in the back, the gun shot ringing out as the bullet pierced my skin came back to my mind. My body tensing more as I stopped walking, causing dad and Carl to stop too. Dad turned to Carl, as my eyes darted around, something didn't feel right for the second time tonight.