Her Strength His Weakness

Divine presence*

Two weeks later and Carl had made just about a full recovery.

Dad Daryl and I were going on a run. I had to do some fast talking for them to let me go. They both had a tendency to treat me like I was fragile.

I sat in the back quietly listening to them talk. Until dad turned a CD on.

"Please dont." Daryl begged.

I laughed as dad turned it up.

"Draws them away from home." He said.

We stopped at a barn type building. Inside we found a truck full of supplies.

"Law of averages." Dad said laughing.

"Oh my god." I squealed. Causing dad and Daryl to look my way.

"Hair gel." I said holding up the bottle.

They both exchanged a glance and shook their heads.

"What?" I said.

We took the opposite way back stopping to check out a run down gas station.

As dad and Daryl messed with a soda machine. A man came running threw knocking dad into the machine.

"Back up now." Daryl said.

"Hands up and keep um up." Dad chimed in.

"Woah easy there I was running from the dead." The man said.

"How many?" I asked.

"A dozen maybe more once it hits double digits I run." He smiled.

"Ok thanks for the heads up." Dad said.

"Gotta stick together right." He said.

"You got a camp?" Daryl asked.

"No..You?"

"No."

"I'm Rick this Daryl thats Amara what's your name?"

"Paul Rovia but my friends call me Jesus you pick."

"You on your own?" Dad asked.

"Yeah...still best not to try anything."

"Best you dont make threats you cant keep." Daryl said.

"Exactly." He said running off.

"How many....Dad started.

"No not this guy." Daryl said.

"How many walkers have you killed?"

"Sorry gotta run you should to." He yelled.

"What the hell was that?" Dad asked.

"He was clean shaven nice hair he has a camp." I said.

"What is it with you and hair today?" Daryl scoffed.

"What is it with you and soda today?" I asked.

"Your a pain in the ass."

"I know." I smiled pecking his lips.

Dad shook his head."He didnt have a gun either.We could track him watch him for awhile.Maybe bring him back."

"No dude calls himself Jesus." Daryl scoffed.

We heard gun shots fired behind the store.Daryl pushed me behind him. As we rounded the building.

"Shit it's fire crackers." I said.

"Fuck he took your keys didnt he?" Daryl asked.

"Sorry about this Amara hope I see ya again." He said as he pulled away with our truck.