"Whats the problem honey?" The voice was deep and raspy.
"Let go of her. Or else." Daryl was standing in front of me, his crossbow pointed at the man holding a gun to my head.
I was panicking but I stayed quiet, not daring to say a word. I felt like I had to throw up.
"Or else what?" The man asked
"I'll put an arrow between your eyes."
"You sure you wanna do that?" He said tightening the grip on his gun and putting me in a chokehold.
I could barely squeeze the words out but I managed, "Please! I'll do anything!"
He whispered in my ear, "Maybe we could have a little fun before I kill ya."
Daryl's eyes shifted behind me. All of a sudden the man screamed in pain and let go of me. A walker. The walker was biting into his shoulder and blood was going everywhere. Daryl shot the man right in the chest. The walker started towards us but I ran up and stabbed it.
Daryl pulled me over and gave me a hug, "You alright? You had me worried."
That was weird of him I thought but I hugged him back, "Yeah im fine."
The man was on the ground moaning in pain.
"Waste of an arrow."
By this time, it was even darker. "We should go." I told Daryl.
"Sure."
We walked for about fifteen minutes until we got lost. It was dark and we didn't have flashlights with us. Dumb move. We would have to stay somewhere over night. We found a little wood cabin. We walked up to the door and Daryl lightly tapped on the door with his hand. We heard some walkers come up to the door. I opened the door and three walkers came out. I got one and Daryl got the other two.
The cabin looked untounched. We looked around the cabin to make sure there were no more walkers hiding. I found a small bedroom and on the bed were some blankets and pillows. I brought them out to the living room. Daryl was pushing the couch against the door and tied a rope around the doorknob to the leg of the couch. I gave him a pillow and a blanket and he plopped down on the couch immediately.
"I guess I'll sleep on the floor."
"Sorry but this is the comfiest thing I've slept on for years and im not moving."
"Whatever." I walked to the other side of the room and set my pillow and blanket on the ground. I took my hunting knife out of my boot and placed it under the pillow. This was definantly way more comfortable than the little couch in the RV. Oh no. The rest of the group were probably worried about us.
"Daryl?" He didnt respond. He was already asleep, soft snores filling the room
I lied down and closed my eyes hoping to fall into a deep, uninterrupted sleep.
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Rotting Hearts
Fanfiction"Shit!" It seemed as if they were multiplying by the second. "Run!" Whoever yelled their voice was barely audible over the screaming and gunshots. I couldn't leave them there. They're my family, they saved my life. I had to fight back. I stood and...
