When the dead roam - (Daryl Dixon)

Chapter 19 - Destination fucked

Her feet carried her through the overgrown woods, each step taking her further into dangerous territory. Then again, everywhere was dangerous. Nowhere was safe - not now. Their destination was a mere two miles away and yet it seemed completing the final hurdle would be more difficult than the last eight miles - but at least then they had transportation. Lou wasn't entirely sure a car was necessary - it was easier to get around on foot - but Rick insisted they would need it for a quick getaway, should one be needed, so reluctantly she agreed. Of course, that was until she had plowed down a group of walkers, wrapping their limbs around the exterior and lodging their intestines int the grid, tripping the engine and leaving them stranded. Still, one could never say she didn't compromise.

"I'm so sick of these woods" she mumbled to herself, as she lifted her boot from the wet mood.

"Well, maybe if yer 'adn't wrecked the car we coulda' drove" Daryl grunted, loading his crossbow and rolling his eyes at the complaining girl.

"Well excuse me" she pushed a branch out of her face "For trying to save your life"

Daryl scoffed at her comment "I coulda' taken 'em on"

"Fine. Next time, I'll let ya commit suicide. 'kay?" she snapped as she checked her changing surroundings "A little gratitude wouldn't hurt"

"Gratitude?" he yelled, a little too loudly, as he turned on his heels and squared up to the small girl "You wrecked the fuckin' car!"

"I still got us here didn't I?" She retorted, standing on her toes an inch away from irritated archer as she pointed towards the large building that came into view near the tree line. "Fuckin' asswhole"

She mumbled the last part, tugging on the strap that lay across her chest, keeping her cross bow neatly placed against her back as she walked. The oak wood constantly rubbed against her fraying plaid shirt but she never once complained about her weapon - if Lou was anything, she was grateful to have the luxury of defence.

Carefully they approached the moss covered architecture. The glass windows that once resided between the bricks were now gone, leaving multiple entrances for prying eyes. Once upon a time this building would have meant something. The metal fire doors would have protected the innocent children, offering them an escape when terror struck. The dark red bricks would have comforted them - a second home in which they could pay with their friends - before the world went to shit.

"Keep your head down and your eyes open" Daryl whispered, pulling out his pistol and aiming it in front of them as a gun shot echoed through the air. Nothing edited the picture in front of them. No character entered. The sound of the bullet leaving the shaft of the gun disappeared as quick as it entered the atmosphere.

Lou pulled her eyebrows together and crouched next to her partner, hiding behind a boulder as they assessed the situation but before they had they chance to create a plan and second shot echoed around them. "Go. Move. Now!"

They started towards the school entrance, slamming down the emergency exit bar and racing through the corridor as they followed the echo of the bullet. Lou placed her back firmly against the cold wall as she slipped her knife out from the hook on her jeans, grasped it firmly in her hand and threw herself around the corner.

On the floor lay a girl - two walkers tearing through her pale flesh. A decayed dead body was sprawled out next to her, half of the skull crushed, leaving brain matter scattered around it as a teenage female stood shaking - gun in hand - above the carcass. Her entire body was covered in spots of dark crimson blood, her knees plastered in fresh liquid as it seeped through the material of her jeans. The skin of her face was hidden underneath the thick dirt and stains that resided upon it. 

"She - She - they bit her and - and I didn't know what to do"

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- Al