A Survivor's Diary of the Apocalypse (TWD/Daryl Dixon)

S4Pt1 - Upgrades and Changes

~~~~~ 1 Month Later ~~~~~

We decided to switch up how we lead this group. Rick stepped down from his position and we formed a council. The Council makes all the decisions now, just like a democracy. Hershel was the head of the Council, and the members were myself, Daryl, Glenn, Sasha, and Carol. We decided what needed to be done first, what our priorities were, and dealt with the issues of walkers and foreigners. So far, everything was going smoothly. We worked well together and made the best decisions for the group, and that's all we wanted.

~~~~~ 2 Months Later ~~~~~

We fortified the fences very well, but we faced a big problem. The walkers started to cluster in certain parts of the fence. One time, they almost brought it down. We used steel beams to holdup the fences, but that wasn't solving the problem.
I called for a council meeting and everyone waited for me to speak.
"We have all seen the issue with the walkers at the fences. I think we should start assigning groups of people to take them out through the fences." I suggested.
"That's a good idea." Glenn said.
"How would we organize it?" Carol asked.
"I suggest groups of 4-5 people that switch shifts every couple hours. That's enough time to make a difference and not tire out them out." I said.
"Night watch can always pitch in too. Cover until the morning group shows up." Daryl said.
"That's fair. I can agree with that." Sasha said.
"So, just to clarify." Hershel said and opened up his journal. "We assign a small group to take out the walkers along the fences. They switch off every couple hours, and the night patrol will cover until the morning." Hershel said.
Everyone nodded in agreement and there were no objections. Hershel wrote down the final version and closed his book.
"Thank you Kelley for the suggestion, and thank you all for agreeing. Until next time." Hershel said and got up.
I caught a glimpse at Hershel's leg and noticed that he had some kind of prosthetic.
"Hey, Hershel." I said. "I like the new leg."
Hershel smiled at me and nodded. He then left the room and the Council dispersed.

~~~~~ 3 Months Later ~~~~~

I was walking around the prison and noticed all the improvements we've made in the last few months. We now had fully functioning shower rooms and bathrooms. All the cellblocks in the prison were clear, and everybody made their home in a cell.
I was walking down the halls when I heard voices coming from the library. I peeked inside and saw Carol reading books to the younger kids, and the older kids sat at a table and played cards. I smiled at them, and liked how Carol started this routine with the kids so they were no longer bored playing the same games and puzzles every day.
Outside in the courtyard, we set up picnic tables for people to gather around and eat whenever they wanted. We set up concession stands underneath a custom built overhang off the prison where people could get breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Water was kept stored in barrels all around the prison, and people could drink whenever they wanted. Flowers and plants were scattered around for decor, and soon the prison didn't look like a prison anymore.
In all my spare time, I've been practicing using the bow and arrow and got fairly good with it. Pretty much everything I aim at, I kill. Just like Daryl. I believe he was jealous of how good I've gotten, and I even joked that I was better than him, but really I wasn't. But I was good, because I had a silent long range weapon that I became a master with. I carried it with me everywhere I go, including the rest of my weapons, just in case I ever wanted to use it instead of a gun.
I walked down the road to the front yard and saw Rick, Hershel, and Carl working in the field. Rick and Carl just finished building another pen for when we start finding animals. So far, we had a chicken coop filled with a group of hens and one rooster. One pen they already finished was a stable for when we get horses. Once we found them, things would be easier and we'd save on gasoline.
I walked over to Hershel and saw he was tending to the garden. We had corn, tomatoes, potatoes, beans, and any other food we could grow when the season allowed. Hershel picked a fresh strawberry and gave it to me. I thanked him and ate it, and it was delicious.
"Keep up there good work there Hershel." I smiled at him.
He laughed and tended back to his garden.
I stood in the middle of the field and stared up at the sky. You could hear the birds chirping and wind blowing against the tall grass. It started to feel like summer. The days started to get warmer, and the nights shorter.
Finally, this place was starting to feel like home.