A Thief with a Machete

Chapter 7

I woke up to the film stopped and Daryl shaking me awake.

"Hey, wake up. I'm taking you out to scout," he said, his large hand placed on my shoulder.

I looked over to where Carl was sitting but he was gone. I rubbed my eyes and nodded as I sat up. I opened my eyes wide and placed my hand on my crossbow. Daryl put a hand out and pulled me up.

"How long was I out?" I asked putting my crossbow on my back and pulling out my machete. We walked out of the barn and started into the woods.

"Hour or two, came in and you were out like a light," he said stepping over a big stick.

I tugged on the bottom of my big white t-shirt. I made it my self : The sleeves cut off, blue and green heart on the front, and cut and tied going up the sides.

"Where's your mom in all this?" Daryl asked helping me go over a fallen tree.

"Huh?" I mumbled snapping my head towards him. I was spacing off thinking of my old nickname.

"Where's your mom in all this?" He said again stopping and loading his crossbow with a grunt.

"Dead, not sure about Williams, 'do," I said gulping after I said Williams. Why did I bring him up?

"Williams? Who's that?" He asked again putting his crossbow up, ready to shoot.

"Forget it," I grumbled and walked ahead.

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We made it to a small cabin in the woods with a built on shed.

"I'll check inside, ya get out here,"  Daryl said, cautiously walking up to the door.

I walked around the front then over to the shed. I made sure I had a good grip on my machete then grabbed the door and flung it open, ready to stab...air.

I looked behind me before stepping in. It was really small, only holding a shelf of shelf of mason jars filled with what looked like water. I looked up to the top of the shelf and saw bottles of booze. I gulped hard and grabbed a mason jar. I opened the jar as Daryl walked up behind me. 

"I wouldn't-" Daryl tried to say just as I took a swig of what I thought was water.

"ACK!" I said trying to spit out what was left in my mouth.

"That's moonshine, not water. I tried to warn ya'," he said holding back a laugh.

"Who the hell who drink this shit?! Tastes awful!" I said smashing the jar to the ground.

"My dad, that's who," He said sniffing one. I bit my cheek and took the bottle from his hand.

"Mmmnnn," I said dumping out the moonshine and making an odd face. I dropped the jar into the shed, hearing it crack slightly.

He smirked and nudged my arm. "Come on," he said, "Carl's probably waiting for you."

"And Carol for you," I said without missing a beat.

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Hope ya'll (sorry I'm a bit lazy) enjoyed this one. A little short, I know. I sort of just write on the spot without thinking and I'm trying to write a chapter a day, so yeah. Answer below:

What would April and Carl's ship name be? ( idk )

Who's WIlliams?

What do you think April will do next time?