It's the Ends

Leaving

Arreis Pov: When I woke up it was still dark out. I got up and grabbed my bag. I shoved my stuff inside and walked out of my cell. Then I remembered something. My weapons. Rick still had my weapons, that asshole. I was thinking where he could keep them. I walked quietly from cell to cell looking for Ricks. I finally came across his and looked in. There where my weapons underneath his bunk. My bow, knife, and hand gun. I took my bag off and laid it next to the door, then walked into his cell. I was being as quite as possible watching Rick so he wouldn't wake up and see me. I got to his bunk and got on my hands and knees. I grabbed my bow by the strings and pulled it a ways then picked It up. I put it by my backpack then went back for my knife and gun. I reached for my gun but I couldn't grab it. I grabbed my knife then spun around using my feet to reach my gun. I reached it and slide it up to my hands. I quietly crawled out and quickly walked out of his cell. I out my knife back in my waist band and my gun in its holster then grabbed my bow and backpack. The sun was starting to come up. I ran down the stairs and out of the prison door. I could hear sounds of the walkers moaning already. What a great world... I was about to walk to the gate but was stopped. "Where do you think your going?" Daryl said while walking over to me. Ugh I was done with him. I didn't want to see him anymore he was fucking up my feelings. "None of your damn business." I said while walking away but was stopped by Daryl grabbing my arm. "Arreis. Think about what your doing. Your going to die out there alone." Daryl said while releasing my arm. "I've already thought it through, I don't care if I die anyway so stop trying to stop me." I yelled while walking away. I didn't get 5 yards before I was being picked up in the air. It was Daryl. He threw me over his shoulder and started walking back to the prison. "Let me down you stupid son of a bitch." I screamed while punching Daryl in the back. He changed he course and walked to the field. I was still screaming and punching him when he got to the edge of the field. He threw me on the ground and knocked the breath out of me. I rolled over on my stomach and got on my knees searching for air. I finally found some and started getting my breath back. I looked up only to see Daryl walking away. Anger filled me. I got up and ran at Darly. He turned just in time for my fist to connect with his face. "That's for being a dick!" I screamed. He grabbed his nose witch had blood trickling out of it. I pushed him as hard as I could. He hit the prison wall then grabbed me. He threw me to the ground and got on top of me grabbing my arms so I could move. I kicked my legs but it didn't do anything. I looked up in his eyes and he looked in mine. It was like I could read him. All the pain and hurt in his eyes. I was right he was a lot like me. "What the fuck are you doing?!" Daryl yelled at me. "You fucking deserved it. Throwing me on the ground like some doll!" I yelled back. "Well I'm fucking sorry if someone wasn't beating the shit out of me and screaming at the top of their lungs I don't think that would have happened!" He yelled back. I tried to move my arms but Daryl was too strong. I let out a sigh and stopped trying . "Your a piece of work, you know?" I said to daryl in a normal voice. "I'm a piece of work?" Daryl said while scoffing at the end. He pushed off of me and sat down Indian style. I got up and sat across from him. "I'm sorry for punching you, I really am. You just knocked the fucking breath out of me. I could breath." I practically whispered. "It's okay. I probably deserved it. And I'm sorry for throwing you on the ground. I shouldn't have done that." Daryl replied. I got up and held out my hand to help Daryl up. He grabbed it and pulled himself up. He stood right in front of me. He was about half a foot taller than me. I brushed my pants off and went to grab my weapons. Daryl stood there wiping the blood from his nose with his jacket while I got my weapons. When I got back Daryl spoke. "You still leavin?" I forgot about that. The truth was I didn't really want to anymore. Maybe the prison wasn't so bad. "Guess not." I replied while looking at the ground. "Good we could use you around here." Daryl replied. I was shocked he didn't ask why or sighed. I looked at him in the eyes and smiled a little bit. Daryl turned around and walked away back inside the prison. Maybe me and him could become friends... Oh no. When Rick wakes up what is he going to think when he sees me with my weapons? My mind was racing. I ran back in the prison and up the stairs to Ricks cell. Thank the lord he was still asleep. I dropped my bag and got down on the ground. I placed my bow back under the bed and then my other weapons. I scurried back up and ran into my cell. I plopped on my bed and just sat there thinking. Hopefully I can gain Ricks trust and get my weapons back and stuff. I still couldn't believe what happened with Daryl and I.