Barely Alive // TWD // Daryl Dixon

Chapter 43 -- Bullshit

Cecilia's POV

It took us about an hour to get to the white van they had seen from the building, half of it was hanging off the bridge. Daryl opened one of the back doors quickly and luckily it was empty. There were no walkers inside.

"All right, let's get this done."

"It's not stable. I'm lighter," Carol said.

After what happened at the church I was back to calling her Carol as I had done once back at the prison. I just couldn't call her mum after she tried to abandon me... again.

"In that case I better do it, I'm lighter than both of you," I said and jumped inside the van.

Daryl sat on it and then turned his body to his right, then stood up and walked to the front of the van, he sat on the driver's seat, grabbing some papers.

The van trembled when Carol got inside as well. I didn't look back, I just shook my head and looked for anything, I wasn't sure what I was supposed to find.

"There's more coming," Carol exclaimed from the back of the van. I looked out the window and sure enough there were about twenty from our right, and more from our left. "We're gonna have to fight through."

"Yeah, I see 'em," Daryl exclaimed as he stood up, knowing we didn't have enough time.

There was a single stretcher behind the two seats, Daryl quickly turned it over, while Carol kept looking at the walkers approaching us and I was still checking the glove compartment but nothing was really useful.

"GMH, what's that? A hospital?" Daryl asked as I stood up too.

"I don't know. Grady Memorial, maybe?" Carol replied

"Grady, the white crosses... It might be where they're holing up."

I was the last one to jump out of the van, my mother had shot two walkers which was stupid as she only had three bullets. Daryl and I started to stab some of the closest to us. Soon, we realized there were too many and that we really couldn't just run away, we were trapped.

"Get inside, Cecilia!" Daryl yelled at me.

I stabbed one last walker and quickly got inside the van once again, followed by Carol. Daryl once again sat on the van but this time, he gripped the ceiling with both hands, and with his legs raised, he swung himself and kicked a walker away, then closed both doors of the van.

We looked around, trying to find something useful but there wasn't anything and we didn't have bullets, Daryl's crossbow has been stolen and we were surrounded by around fifty walkers in an unstable van.

"All right, buckle up!" Daryl exclaimed as he sat on the passenger's seat

Carol sat behind the wheel and since there were only two seats, I sat on Daryl after he pat his lap. We buckled up quickly, then I felt Daryl's strong arms around my waist. I placed my hands against the dashboard. My heart was beating super fast and I could actually feel Daryl's against my own body.

"Hold on!" he said to both of us but then he got closer to my face and lowered his tone of voice. "I love you, okay? We'll be alright." I nodded at him.

The van shook even more and I felt like my breath got caught in my throat. Carol closed her eyes tightly, getting ready for the inevitable. I put my hands on top of Daryl's and tried to hold on as strong as possible.

Then I felt how the van moved a bit forward, the back went up and the front of the van, where we were, lowered, allowing me to see the terrain behind the bridge. I squeezed Daryl's hands and I closed my eyes too, turning my neck to my left, so now it was right next to Daryl's shoulder.