Fearless: Daryl Dixon Love Story

Chapter Fourteen: Triggerfinger

┏━━━━━━ Kayla's pov ━━━━━━┓

I just killed a human...

I still held the gun up high, where Tony was once standing still in disbelief that I had caused it. I took life away. My eyes lowered down to Tony's body seeing the deep bullet hole in his head leak out blood. He was dead. I had killed him.

" You all right ?" Dad asked me.

Despite how I felt, I nodded, looking away from his body and to my Dad. He was studying my face, perhaps waiting for me to crack, but I wasn't going to. Maybe just not yet.

" Yes," I whispered before he guided me to the doors, ready to leave.

Just as we were about to leave, I heard the sound of tires screeching against the black road and headlights dance across the windows.

" Car! Car! Get down !" Dad whispered.

I dived onto the ground for cover right beside Dad and Glenn hearing multiple doors close.

" Dave? Tony? They said over here ?"

" Yeah, I'm telling you, man, I heard shots." Another voiced said.

" I saw roamers, two streets over. Might be more around here."

" Dad ?" I whispered, peeking from the counter, seeing he placed his finger over his lips. I nodded, hiding back behind the counter.

" Dude, he said to stay close. Tony? " The men said and moved away from the door.

My mind started to wonder to Daryl. Maybe he was right? Perhaps I should have stayed on the campground? If only I would listen for once. I heard the floorboards creak and looked overseeing my Dad get up to peek outside.

" Why wouldn't they leave ?" Glenn whispered, holding onto the shotgun in his hand tightly.

" Would you?" I asked, understanding the men outside.

If one was missing in our group, we wouldn't stop until we found them. It was exactly what we did with Sophia.

" We can't sit here any longer. Let's head out the back and make a run to the car." Dad decided, but as soon as we moved, gunfire blared from outside. I jumped, sitting back down, worried they were coming for us.

" What happened?" The men said outside, running over.

" Roamers, I nailed 'Em."

" They disappeared, but the cars still there. I cleared those buildings. You guys get this one ?"

" We're looking for Dave and Tony, and no one checks the damn bar? " The oldest of the men said. Footsteps then come towards the bar, and I gasped, watching Glenn leap over and close the doors.

" Someone pushed it shut. There's someone in there. " A young man said before raising their voice," Yo, is someone in there? Yo, if someone's in there, we don't want no trouble. We're just looking for our friends. We don't want any trouble. If something happened, tell us. This place is crawling with corpse. If you can help us not get killed, I'd appreciate it. "

I stared at my Dad, praying he didn't say a word. All he had to do was keep his mouth shut, and we could escape from the back, but I knew better than that. I was his daughter. Where do you think I get my stubbornness from ?

" They drew on us."

" Dad !" I whispered, but he put his hand up to me.

" Dave and Tony in there? They alive ?"

" No," Dad announced, and my eyes went over to Tony's body. The men outside then started to get angry and said they planned to kill us." Your friends drew on us! They gave us no choice! I'm sure we all lost enough people, but it's like that now. You know that! So let's just chalk this up to what it was! Wrong place Wrong- "