Their pathway was clear – not a dead roamer in site. Nothing but damp walls and cracked tiled flooring that crunched slightly when pressure was applied. Daryl cursed under his breath as he dragged the kid towards the exit of the building, the last thing they needed was another horde to gather. His crossbow bounced harshly of his back as they ran, causing him to grip the string tightly and steady the weapon.
"There. Go. Now" he instructed, pointing towards the school entrance at the end of the hallway "Move it. Go"
The girl ran towards the double doors, slamming her body against them as she arrived, allowing it to swing open and bounce off the wall on the other side. Daryl followed in suit, keeping his bow tight against his body as he rounded the corner of the old bulding and checked for walkers. His eyes scanned the window of every room, desperately searching for the female hunter. Each fogged or smashed window either displayed an empty room or a student graveyard- they were getting nowhere.
Daryl ran his muddy hands through his sweat soaked hair and grunted harshly as he kicked at the bricks below him. "Dammit!"
"Hey. Over here!" the teenager shouted, pulling the sleve of his leather jacket and directing him towards a series of yelps and groans. "Up there!"
Lou stood 45 feet above them, defending herself against multiple walkers with nothing but her bare fists – and anyone could tell she was beginning to tire. The decaying bodies launched themselves at her, snapping their teeth as they reached desperately for her warm flesh. No matter how many times her fist connected with it's decaying skin, it wouldn't back down.
Without hesitation Daryl lifted his bow over his head, loaded the arrow and aimed ast the monster. He steadied his weapon, the feathered fetching brushed against his cracked fingers as he carefully released the string. It soared through the air, penetrating the right side of the dead mans skull and wedging itself through the other side.
Lou placed her left foot on the chest of the deceased and forcefully kicked it backwards, watching as it landed on other approaching corpses before gripping the barrier of the emergency exit and leaning over slightly. She cursed under her breath as she took in the three story drop.
"Yer gonna 'av t'jump" Daryl shouted up at the hunter, cupping his mouth with his hands as he spoke.
She furrowed her eyebrows at him. "Are you fuckin' crazy?"
He shrugged his shoulders as she glanced over the bars again, contemplating the fall.
"No.No. I'll break my neck"
"Well yer gonna die if yer stay up there"
"I am not jumping from this building"
"I don't see another option Lou"
"For the love of – fine" she grunted, lifting her leg over the metal bar and carefully pushing her torso over "Fuckin' hell"
"I'll try'n catch yer" Daryl suggested, staring awkwardly at the woman hanging from the side of the building.
"If I die" she started "I'm biting you first"
"Just bloody jump woman, they're commin'"
She took one look at the ground below her before regrettably loosening her grip of the cold metal bars and dropping. The wind blew her clothes upwards as she fell, the zipper of her leather jacket hitting her face as her body went limp. For a moment, she felt relaxed but the ground arrived sooner than expected.
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When the dead roam - (Daryl Dixon)
FanfictionNot a single cell in her body was scared. Nobody should be scared of death anymore; it's inevitable. Each direction you took still ended with a dead body. Another loved one to bury and mourn. In the end, death is the only certain aspect of life.