The Hunter's Angel

Chapter 3

Seaira's pov

Len slides open the door, and we all go in one at a time taking aim in a different direction. Joe goes in last. Daryl closes the door behind us. 

"They aint here, nobody hasn't been here for a while. took all the gas." Tony says. 'They?' I thought. "That don't matter, were getting closer I can feel it." Joe says.

they are all claiming different cars. Daryl walks to a pickup but Billy throws his bag in the bed and says Claim. I look around when I spot an old Chevy impala. "Claimed!" I say opening the door. getting there before Len could. he glares. 

Daryl walks overlooking in it. "I know the old impalas had big backseats. I know it's not as big as the bed, but I'll let you a little closer." I joke with him. he scoffs with a smirk and amusement in his eyes. but he quickly covers it since Joe's watching us trying to fit in.

I put my bag in the driver seat and he put his bag in the passenger I climb in the back and he's right behind me and he closes the back door. we put our crossbows in the floorboards, and we look at each other. 

"How um, how do you want to lay?" he asks. "That is an excellent question." I smile awkwardly.

he motions for me to lay first so I do and look towards the back of the seat. getting as close as I can. he lays behind me and scoots close but not on me. he lays his head on his arm and I ask if he's gonna fall off the seat, "nah I got room. you?" he asks. I nod. "Sorry I'm fat." I apologies. "Stop. you're not." he says quickly. he's uncomfortable cause he doesn't know where to put his other arm. 

"Can I uh..." he puts his hand on my upper arm. "that's fine." I tell him. he rests it there and he is super warm in the cold garage. I feel like I don't need a blanket. his warmth made me easily drift to sleep. maybe I do like him closer. 

"You've got to be kiddin' me, Christ!" someone yelling wakes me up, I look around and I can't tell if its morning or just an hour later after I fell asleep. Daryl's still asleep, his arm moved to my waist and has it wrapped comfortably. I sit up and he shoots up as well.

"what's wrong?" he asks sleepy but alert. "someone's pissed." I say opening a door and getting out stretching my limbs. I see Len walking toward us. "Give it here." he says holding his hand out. 

Daryl quickly gets out the car and gets in front of me. "You step back." he snaps.

"My half was in the bag. now it's gone." Len says looking at Daryl to me. "Now aint nobody around here interested in no half damn cottontail except yall, aint that right?" he shoots daggers at me. getting louder.

"you're the only one still thinkin bout that shit." I say stepping out from behind Daryl, he puts an arm out but I push it away getting in front of him. going toe to toe with the Claimer. My stubbornness getting the better of me.

"Empty your bag," Len says stepping toward the car. "He said step back." I say blocking his path. making him stop. 

Joe steps up and look at Daryl and I. he looks at the front to my bag, I nod my head saying he can grab it, because I know we aint got it. Joe gets it out of the car and goes between the Claimer and us. "Seaira did you take his half of the rabbit?" Joe interrogates.

I glare at Len, then gave my attention to the leader. "No sir, and neither did Daryl." I tell the truth. 

"Right because yall were so cuddled in that backseat he was slippin' you something goooood." Len says smiling creepy like. making want to gag. I went to step towards Len with my hand on my hunting knife. Daryl grabs my arm, stopping me.