Ain't a world for the living

1.6 - The RV

Third Person P.O.V.

Richard was the one driving the RV away from the overrun camp. The girl in the back was desperately trying to find a sharp edge to cut her tied hands open. Richard lost his wife and son right after the undead started to walk around. It wasn't his or their fault actually. Lauren died of cancer, Toby died because this son of a b**** couldn't handle a shotgun. Now, at the age of 54, he was one of four survivors, being five including the girl. He saw how Barney got bitten by a walker. And he hated that girl more than everything in the world. She deserved something worse than death. Two other motors roared next to the vehicle. At least he wouldn't do it alone.

The engines stopped at a crossing not far away from the military camp. Richard stepped out of the RV, coughed once – his asthma got worse in the last weeks – and waited for the rest to talk with him. Claudio, Bruno and Paul were in a miserable condition. Bruno was bleeding from his neck and Paul's leg was ripped apart. "Shit, Paul!" The Black was squirming while Claudio and Bruno held him down. "It's either your leg or your head. You decide." Paul nodded, sweat dripping down his forehead. Richard sighed, went to the RV and got in. The small room behind the cab consisted of a pull-out table and a long sofa. The girl he had abducted was squirming as well. He grinned, grabbed her by her arms and dragged her outside, giving her a warning glare before he came back with an axe. Walking over to his companion, the axe was slapped into Richard's left hand repeatedly. "It's gonna hurt a little bit." Then, he strutted forward.

Paul's agonizing scream was audible in a radius of miles. But his cries weren't. They died off because his knee was hurt irreparably.

Daryl's P.O.V.

Dang it, I couldn't wait finding that girl. That other young girl was a lost case. She was thin as hell and she didn't want food or water. I caught her sitting next to her dead mother and sister, refusing any contact. "She's gonna die, you know that, right?" I whispered to Rick, who packed a bag for the trip to the military camp. "She is already dead. Carol said she got scratched, we can't take that risk. When she falls asleep the next time I'll take her to bed." That was our 'I'm gonna kill her'-sentence. Carl and Judith sat next to the girl, watching her suspiciously. "What about Josephine?" "If we find her she can stay with us-" A yell echoed from our right side. "That might-" "Might be who, Daryl?"

"Someone from the guys that took her! It's not far away." I answered. Rick closed the bag and put it in the car's trunk. "Alright. If you want to use the gas for that. Go ahead." I was confused. Why was it so ... easy for me to go? "Thanks." I patted his shoulder, grabbed my crossbow and a shotgun. "Someone wanna come with me?" Tyreese and Maggie nodded, leaving the house and kissing their loved ones. "Get in, guys." Closing the doors briskly, I saw how Carl had jumped to his feet and now talked to his father. Rick listened to him, stared at me and then back at his son. Carl pointed into the direction the scream came from and talked more urgently. Rick shook his head twice and then told him to move. Carl's expression fell and he mumbled something. I ignored it and started the motor, getting ready for whatever might happen then.

As we neared the spot were the yell came from all we saw was a bunch of walkers, devouring two bodies we couldn't make out. Three of those bastards pounded against the door of an old RV, a vague silhouette moving around in the inner of the vehicle. Before the car came to an halt I jumped out, grabbing my crossbow and worked my way to the bodies. Ugh, stupid idiots. One of them had his left shank chopped off. The other one was already dead, an axe next to him. "Over here! She's in the RV!" Maggie yelled. I took the axe, killing a few walkers and stopped in front of the caravan's door. "Now what?" "Go and clear the street, I'll help her out." I said and was able to turn around before two walkers pushed me in the dirt, falling on top of me and stretched their arms out. I kicked them off of me, killing them with a swift move of my new weapon. While Maggie and Tyreese were busy I walked around the RV, getting to the door and tried to snatch it open. Locked. Great. I heard her pounding against the furnishing, a desperate sound leaving her mouth. Then another noise. "Get away from the door!" I destroyed the lock and pushed it open, revealing...nothing. Two seconds later a blood-soaked body crashed on my feet, eyes missing and the head nearly ripped from the neck. It was dead, as in dead dead. I looked to my right, seeing the girl, hands tied together on her back, blood dripping from her stomach and neck and a knife between her teeth. Lowering my axe, I walked over to her. But she refused to stay still, probably not sure who I was.