Fighting for my Life

Chapter Eighteen

The first thing I'm aware of when I come to is the pain. Not that it hurts a ton, but that it's barely there. When I sit up, I expect there to be a sharp pain, but again, there is nothing. I'm laying on one of the bunks in the prison. A bandage is wrapped around my head. Herschel is sitting in a little chair next to me.

When he see's me he leans forward, "How are you feeling, Delilah?" He asks me. I just shrug.

"I feel better then I thought. I was kind of expecting a concussion, but I'm fine."

Herschel smiles and nods, "You get concussions by hitting your head. You, however, got a cut here," He says, drawing a three inch line across his forehead, "You were getting dizzy from blood loss."

"Really? I could've sworn I hit my head on the stairs." I say.

"You would've hit your head, but there was something in the way. Something sharp, you hit your head on that, tearing the skin. When you pulled away, you cut even more," He says, but honestly it all goes in one ear and out the other. While he talks, I focus all of my attention on the cell door. I kept waiting for Lynn, Elena, or Daryl to walk through the door. No one does.

Herschel brings my attention back to him when he rises to his feet. I look towards him, my cheeks flushed.

"Well," He says, "I don't want to bore you with my medical facts anymore. How about I go get Daryl and Lynn for you?"

I nod, "Could you possibly get Elena too? If it's not to much trouble, of course." Herschel just chuckles and nods as he hobbles out of the room, leaving me by myself. I let my mind wander.

I find myself thinking of the life I had before all of this. School. The simple times. I realize that even though what I had before wasn't exactly ideal, what I have now is almost worse. I also never imagined that I would find myself in a prison cell in the middle of the zombie apocalypse. The sound of heavy footsteps and low voices break into my thoughts. I sit up again and eagerly wait for my friends to come into the room.

I see Lynn first. She looks relatively normal, or as normal as I've ever seen her. There is only one thing that just isn't right about her, and it takes me a few seconds to figure it out. Lynn has a white bandage wrapped around her ankle. She must of sprained it.

Elena rushes into the room right after Lynn. She squeals and runs to sit on the bed by my legs. Lynn allows her lips to form a ghost of a smile before she sits in the chair.

"Oh my gosh!" Elena shouts, "You won't believe what happened! Cameron and Merle kissed." She wrinkles her nose, like kissing is the most gross thing she has ever heard of. I find this kind of funny, considering she's in her early twenties. Still, I can't help but smile back. Cameron and Merle would make such a cute couple.

Lynn leans forward and says, "We were only gone for a couple of hours, but apparently ever since we left, they've been all over each other." Elena nods and leans forward, "I personally think it was those cookies," she says and winks at me. I laugh. Sitting here with her reminds me of her crying the other night. I decide that I should talk to her soon.

Elena leans forward again, suddenly serious. "I think they might be my o.t.p." She tells me. I frown at her. I remember hearing that phrase when I was in middle and high school, but I can't remember what it means. Mostly it would come from groups of squealing girls who always seemed to be reading. Noticing my expression, Lynn says, "I was confused too, but apparently an o.t.p. is someones 'one true match'."

"I ship it so hard! Well- I mean, I think Cameron and Merle are like, the cutest thing since percabeth." I shake my head again and Elena sighs.

"I know, I know. I'm kinda to old for this, but just seeing the two them together brings me back to the old times, ya know? It seems almost silly now, but even in collage I was obsessed with a bunch of books and tv shows. My point is," She continues, "The both of them gives the whole place a sense of normalcy."

"Yeah, that makes sense." I say, still not getting the whole o.t.p. thing. Suddenly Elena jumps up and says, "I almost forgot! I was going to help Rick with... uh... I'll talk to you later, Delilah!" She runs from the room. Lynn just shrugs.

"So," I say awkwardly, "How's your foot?"

"Oh! Its been great. Herschel says it was sprained, but its feeling better already," Lynn exclaims.

"Cool. Did I miss anything else, while I was out?" I ask. She shakes her head, "After Daryl got you back, you were only asleep for a couple of hours." I'm relived by this information. As a guest here, I feel as if I should be out helping more. I shouldn't be causing problems.

"Hey, I should go. I'm supposed to be getting... getting my new room together!" She sounds overly cheery, and she stumbled over her words. It's obvious she's lying. Instead of confronting her, I just nod and wave. As soon as she leaves, I slip out of the cot and slip out of the cell door. Almost right away, I run into Daryl. His eyebrows crease and his dark brown eyes look into mine.

"What are ye doing, Delilah?" I love the way he says my name. The way the words sound against his lips remind me of velvet. Soft and special.

"Bathroom," I say, and I almost pat myself on the back because of how good the lie sounded.

"Listen," he lightly pulls on my wrist until I follow him back to the cell, "We really need to talk." I sit next to him on the cot.

"Rick is sending a group out." He tells me. I just shrug.

"Is either one of us going? Because honestly, if we aren't then I don't care at the moment."

"Well," Daryl begins, "they aren't going on a run. Rick is going to end things with The Governor, for good."

My mind is flooded of the images I saw when I was with Him. I dig my fingernails into Daryls arm to keep me in reality.

"I have to." I tell him breathlessly, "I have to be the one to kill him."

Daryl shakes his head, "That's the thing, Delilah. You can't come."

A/N: Hey hey hey! How have you guys been? Awesome. Hey, so just so you guys know, I meant absolutely no offence to fangirls in this chapter, because I am one! So don't hate me, and thanks for the reads and comments.

And one last thing; I have a trivia question for you guys: Do penguins have knees? If you don't know, just tell me what you think or look it up. Don't ask why, just do it. Please.

And also, do any of you watch supernatural? I just started it, and if you don't watch it, I totally recommend it!

Xoxo,

Rebecca