Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter Fifty•

M U T E D

Season 4

Bobbie's Point of View:

Daryl suddenly slams on the breaks and we all jerk forward. We run over walkers in the middle of the road, hearing loud bumps and thumps before we come to a stop. The walkers turn their attention to the car and they surround us, banging on the vehicle to get in.

"Grab something!" Daryl yells and puts the car in reverse. He stares through the back window, looking at where he's going. We come to a stop and Daryl puts the car in drive.

"Go to the left!" Michonne points. Daryl steps on the gas but we weren't moving.

"We're jammed up!" He yells. He stops trying and turns to all of us. "Make a run for that gaps right there. You three, you make a run for the woods and you don't stop for nothin! You hear me?" He asks. Now! Move!" He yells and pops the window out of the roof. I open the back door and kick back a walker. I grab an arrow and shoot any that came near me. I quickly retrieve my arrow and run through the gaps of the walkers, heading for the woods.

"Ty!" Screams Bob. I turn my head and see Tyreese surrounded by walkers, using his hammer to bash their heads open. A loud snarls catches my attention and I killed the walker with my knife. The walker falls, taking me down with it. I tried pulling the blade out but it was stuck in its head. I struggled to put it out and I see the walkers closing in on me. I shake the blade, hoping to loosen the grip. The blade finally slips out and I fall backwards, landing against a walker. I look up and see the rotted teeth coming down on my head. But before it could land a bite, an arrow lands between the eyes.

"Get up! Get up!" Daryl yells and grabs my arm. He pulls me up and we run to the woods.

"Ty!" Bob screams. Daryl and I turn back and we see Tyreese continue to bash the walkers heads open with his long hammer.

"Go! Go!" Tyreese screams.

"Let's go. Come on!" Daryl says and runs into the woods. We could still hear Tyreese yelling in the distance, fighting the walkers off. Eventually, we couldn't hear him anymore. We push through a wall of trees and get to an opened area.

"Hold up." We turn back and see Daryl pointing his crossbow in the direction we came from. The trees begin shaking and out comes two walkers. The second one suddenly freezes and drops to the ground. Tyreese falls to his knees exhausted. Daryl shoots the other walker and runs towards him. Bob joins Daryl and they both pick Tyreese up.

"Come on." He says, Michonne and I following close behind them. We kept going until we find a stream. Daryl walks towards it and we all follow him. I pull out my water bottle and fill it up. It's not clear water, non drinkable.

Tyreese soaks his shirt in the river before twisting it to rinse out all the blood from the walkers he's killed.

I turn my head and see Michonne looking around. I tap her shoulder and give her a questionable look. "This is Turner Creek, so Barnesville must be a few miles downstream." She says.

"Sounds Like our best chance at finding a new ride." Bob says.

"Yeah. Let's get goin." Daryl says. He whistles at Tyreese and grabs his attention. "Yo, Ty! Come on, let's go. Vámanos!" We make it to a dirt path and walk downstream, following the creek like Michonne said. Daryl suddenly drops down to his knees and picks up a little stone, licking his finger and rubbing his saliva on it to get a better view of it.