Officer Blue (Rick Grimes FF)

Chapter 12- Reese

Being outside the prison is more dangerous. You can encounter new people that are never the same as before, and then you face the dead. When you meet new living people, you can't save them anymore. There is no saving now.

"Hold your arm straight and your right up. Make sure the cross bow is leveled to your eye or else it aint gonna work." I take a deep breath following Daryl's Instructions.

Letting go, I hit the tree.

"Yes!" I yell quietly to myself.

"That was your first shot. I want to see it again." Laughing at him i reply " what? Didn't hit anything your first try?" I can hear him grunt in frustration as he readjust my hands. "Let's see if that was just beginners luck." A Dixon smirk unfolds.

All in my mind is Rick and remembering what he said. He is in my mind until i shoot the arrow and a scream follows after.

I give Daryl i quick look, and hand him the cross bow. "Stay behind me." He says quietly. As we run to the scream, there lies a man with an arrow in his arm, yelling in pain. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He spits at Daryl. The man is tall, light skinned and coverd in blood.

"Me? What is your ass doin watchin us?"Daryl raises his cross bow closer to his face.

"It was my fault. Look i didnt mean to hit you i just-"
"Shut your fucking mouth you bitch." He hunches over.
What did i do? Right away i push the arrow in his arm even more causing him to scream outloud. I didn't have to think about it.

"Don't call me a bitch or ill shoot it on purpose this time." I yell. This world is full of assholes now. "What's your name?" Daryl demands. I check our surroundings for walkers. Two lurk behind us but are far.
"Reese. You guys?" "Im bitch apparently." I say with attitude. With my knife out, i begin to look at him."Daryl." I whisper. Then i point with my knife a huge blood stain.

"Are you hurt?" Daryl questions.
"Get the fuck away from me." He retorts.
"Are you with anybody?" I ask him.
"Are you blind bitch? There is no one here" Daryl readjust his crossbow. "Youd best shut the hell up and answer the damn question." I turn the arrow in his arm which causes him to yell out in pain.

"Okay okay!...I was with a couple of guys but they had their "claim" rule going on. It was messed up so i left."

I notice on his leg is a flap of cloth. i begin to lift up until he bends over and a sharp pain crosses my face.

"Ahh!" I yell with blood dripping. The sting spreads across my face. If Rick were here, he'd beat the guy. I know it. Daryl picks me up, checks me asking if im okay. Nodding yes, he then moves to the guy restraining his arms. "Check it." He tells me.

With one hand, i flip part of his jean and back away. "He's bit Daryl." Then i look at Reese. "We gotta go." Daryl leaves with the guys weapons in hand.

"You guys can't leave me here. Help me. Do something!" I turn around. "You act tough now youre acting like a pussy." Daryl drags me away from him.

As we walk, all you can hear is him yelling "Fuck you guys!"

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"This stings." I place my hand onto my face. "Is it deep?" I ask.

"It aint deep, just big." He hands me a rag from his bag. "Here. We can rest up before we head to Woodburry."

I sit on the ground, placing the wet cloth to my face. "Have you and Rick ever expanded your search?" I place the rag on my face. Damn that guy.

"That's too dangerous. The more people we send, the more danger we're put in. Besides, Rick wants everybody who knew him away from him. He makes the calls."

"Well Rick is a strong leader. He's done good."

I place the cloth back in my bag. " You're good for him."

"What?" What came out of Daryl's mouth?

"Rick. Ever since you showed up, he's changed for the better. He hasn't been so pissed anymore. It's different.... he told me a little bout you."

I get excited that someome sees this. Sees Rick as better. I have nothing to say but only to feel the butterflies in my stomach. What did he say? I know Daryl isn't the type of guy to keep this conversation alive so i end it with a smile.

"Now lets go before it gets too dark." I nod my head following him.

We parked the car a few streets down to sneak up on this governor ; if he is really here. I cover my nose from the rotting corpses. It is until then,about a dozen walkers appear from the woods, clamping their jaws at us. Some are slow with a limp while others try to run.

I raise my gun but Daryl pushes it down, grabs my hand, and leads me to the other side of the woods. We begin to run and more and more walkers appear, making it harder to follow Daryl and his quick actions. Multiple continually pop up in front of me, making me run in a different direction than Daryl.

I run in fear. I run with tired legs and burning lungs, scared to die. But I can't lose today.