Lost Too Much 【REDONE】 ║ Daryl/OC or Shane/OC

Chapter 52: I'm just the one that trusts too easily.

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(DAY 131) It was announced this morning that the virus went global. The news of the issue has officially made it to every point in the world, and people are evacuating. I guess it was also said that the virus initially rose up in the US literally 131 days ago, so my counting is correct.

We got a slew of new people moving in now. People that just left their home for a more secure place have found Woodbury. I've been put in charge of keeping track of the new people coming in, counting them and writing down identities, their new addresses in town, stuff like that. Our population almost doubled, and now Phillip's worried about housing and food rations. Things are only getting worse for him.

I've been keeping an eye out for the Dixon boys and Clark, as well as Michelle, Chad, and even Devon. None of them have shown up, which is a complete letdown. Still, I'm trying to stay positive. Just because they aren't here doesn't mean they're dead. Phillip said that Virginians were aware a while ago about the virus and some had evacuated, so maybe Michelle had gotten to a safe place a while ago.

I don't have much time to write. My new job is an all-day thing.

Signing out,
Corynn Elaine August (Jenner)
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"Daryl?" A voice that seemed somewhat groggy sounded out. "Cory?"

My eyes, though they begged to slam shut, found themselves opening. I tried to grasp what was going on, trying to recognize the voice and where it was coming from. There was no one in the room besides Daryl and I, both of us naked and clinging to each other. It then hit me what had happened last night.

"Are you guys up?" the voice spoke again, startling me. "Bit of an urgent thing going on."

Now more awake, I realized the voice was Rick's and it was coming from the walkie-talkie on Daryl's nightstand. He had mentioned urgency, which only caused me to shoot up in bed, dropping the blanket covering me as I jumped to respond into the walkie-talkie.

"We're up," I quickly answered, shaking Daryl as I said so. His eyes opened gradually, looking at me with confusion before his eyes drifted to my uncovered chest. He also seemed to remember the events that had unfolded hours ago, but it subsided when Rick spoke again.

"Jesus broke out of the cell," he told us. This alerted Daryl, causing him to sit up quickly as well. "He came into my house to wake me up. Said he wants to talk. Get over here as soon as you can."

"We're on our way," I assured, throwing the walkie-talkie to the bed as Daryl and I both simultaneously got out of bed, rushing around our room to get dressed. We were a little short on time so I wasn't exactly dressing for the day. I just started to throw on whatever I could find, which was seemingly also Daryl's plan. He went straight for his boxers, sweatpants, and t-shirt ---all which were still on the floor from last night.

I found underwear from one of my drawers and quickly slipped them on, finding my leggings from the day before inside out on the ground. I threw those on as well and looked around for the flannel I had been wearing yesterday. Just as I picked one up, ignoring my lack of bra, Daryl started running out of the room, trying to slip socks on standing up while he headed for our shoes downstairs. I threw the flannel on but started running for the stairs before I buttoned it, leaving it still undone when I met up with Daryl, who sat on the floor in an attempt to speedily put on his boots. I slipped sandals on while buttoning my flannel.

"You're not wearing a bra," Daryl pointed out. I fidgeted with the buttons, struggling to make them work.

"Doesn't seem like a priority at this very moment."