"Where are we going?" I shout, over the motorcycle. Daryl yells back something that I can't make out over the motor and wind.
I squeeze my eyes shut, blocking out the loud sounds of the world around us. I find myself almost missing the quiet of being by yourself. My favorite thing about being alone used to be the sounds at night. The crickets, the wolves. Now, at night all you can hear is babies crying and people whispering.
Soon, after only about ten minutes of riding, the two of us reach an old shopping center. Lacey and I used to come here all the time. Daryl turns off his motorcycle, and I get off.
"What's the plan?" I ask him. He shrugs.
"How 'bout you take that store," he says, pointing towards a Macy's. "Find some clothes for, the group, I can take the the Safeway next to it. If there is more than five walkers, fire three shots in a row, and I'll come runnin' to help ya."
"Gotcha. Lets try to meet back here in half an hour." I say, and Daryl nods.
"Don't die, okay?" I say.
He says, "Only if you don't." I smile, and throw my arms around his neck. He isn't expecting it, but he hugs me back after only a few seconds. It doesn't last long, though. He lightly pushes me away.
"We gotta get started. No time for that emotional shit." He says, walking away. I guess it's time for some shopping.
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Surprisingly, the Macy's store is almost empty, I only had to kill two infected. Sadly, it is the same way with the clothes, there is hardly any left.
Still, gotta start somewhere, so I head to the women's section. I pick out a few outfits for me and grab some clothes for everyone else. Once I finish with that, I walk over to the baby section.
One of the first things I see is a little girl sitting in a cart. Her hair is stringy, her clothes dirty and torn. It saddens me to see her. Very quietly, I walk over to her. It. There are baby clothes in the back of the cart. I put everything in my backpack along with everybody else's clothes.
I know that I need to kill the infected. It could be the cause of someone else's death, and I can't have any more blood on my hands. I squeeze my eyes shut and hold the gun out in front of me. If I had my eyes open, I would have seen the thing turn its head towards me. But I didn't. Instead I heard it.
It said, "Please don't kill me."
A/N: I know, I know... it was a pretty choppy chapter. I'll take care of it when I go back and edit! Anyway, thanks for reads and votes!
Xoxo,
Rebecca
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FanfictionThe apocalypse has come. Nothing can stop it, all you can do is fear the living and fight the dead. Delilah had grown up with everything she ever could've wanted. When her parents divorced, she went through a rough time and separated herself...
