Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter Sixty•

M U T E D

Season 4

Daryl's Point of View:

I ran and ran all night til the sun came up. It's not the afternoon, but I knew it wasn't early in the morning either. I ran down the road the car took, making sure to stay on the path, sooner or later, I'll see that car and I will get Beth back.

I suddenly slowed down and came to a stop when I realized the road I was running on, came to a split. I took a deep breath and exhaled, feeling all the hope I had of finding Beth just slip away. The road splits up and I can't decide which road they took. If I go straight, how do I know they could've made a turn? If I go left, how do I know they could've made a turn? I could easily make the wrong decision and I'll never get Beth back. Right here, right now, there ain't no fifty-fifty chance of getting her back. At some point, a straight will have a turn for you to get off.

I drop my crossbow and drop to my knees. I cross my legs and sat in the middle of the road. I look around and see the train tracks. My eyes switched between the road straight ahead, or the road turning left. I can't decide. I can't. I can't make the wrong decision.

Bobbie's Point of View:

We camped out in the woods ever sense Rick ran from the house full of men that day. Lately, Rick and I wake up to go hunting for Carl and Michonne, for everyone one of us to eat. Today, this morning it's foggy. I can't exactly tell where we're going or what's around us. But Rick insisted that we kept close, not to run off and to stay as quiet as we could. Obviously, that wasn't going to be a problem for me. The only problem I've got now, is trying to see our way through this thick fog.

"Psst." I turn my head and look at Rick. He uses his pointer and middle finger to point at his eyes, then points down to the ground. I look down and see a mini bridge with a creek below us. We could use this water to fill up. I look at Rick and he nods his head. I took a deep breath and began walking across the little bridge before me. I held on tight of my bow as I looked around me, and looking below me. I could barely see five feet ahead of me because the fog was so thick. The bridge is held up with nothing but rope and wood; which causes the bridge to sway side to side. I stop when the bridge sways side to side hard. I turn around and look at Rick, seeing him standing completely still. I turn back around and kept walking. I don't know how long this bridge is, but I hope we'll get off soon.

A walker suddenly comes form the fog and it grabs my arms. I tried my hardest not to lean to either side of me, if I do, I'll drop down in the creek. Rick kills the walker and I drop it down into the creek.

"You okay?" Rick whispers to me. I nod my head and kept walking slowly. The wood creaks under our feet as we kept moving. The bridge suddenly rocks side to side and we hear walkers coming our way. A walker comes at us. The walker grabs my body and puts all their weight down on me, making me fall back. I land on the wooden planks but I fall straight through it. My back hits the water and I expected to feel the bottom, but I kept dropping, farther and farther below the surface. The walker snarles and gargles from the water as I struggled to kill it. The longer I remained under water, the faster I ran out of air. I finally kick the walker and jabbed my knife into the head. The water fills with blood. My back suddenly hits the bottom and I look around for my knife. I pick it up and held tight of it as I planted my feet down and pushed myself up towards the surface. My body suddenly jerks back and I look down to see another walker holding onto my foot. I kicked and kicked, trying to get away. I look back up to the surface, hoping that Rick would come down and save me.