Silent Fighter- ENGLISH VERSION

Burning your Past

Daryl was furious. He had agreed to play that stupid drinking game with Beth. At first, it went quite well until he noticed that Beth's questions were becoming more personal. It didn't take him long to realize that she wanted to know what had gone wrong in his past. Dumb bitch, how was that any of her business?

By now he was so angry that he had already urinated on the wall in the same room and now closed his belt again.

"Oh wait, it's my turn, right?" he remembered sarcastically.

"I've never...eaten frozen yogurt. Never had a pet pony!", with every word he grew louder and angrier and knocked over one of the chairs.

"Never got nothing from Santa Claus. Never relied on anyone for protection before. I don't think I've never relied on anyone for anything," he yelled at Beth now.

Let her get her fucking answers! Let her know what he thought of her! It didn't matter anymore anyway!

"Daryl...", Beth put on gently.

"Never sung out in front of a big group out in public, like everything was fun! Like everything was a big game," he made the next indirect accusation against her.

He hesitated a moment before he landed the next blow.

"I sure as hell never cut my wrists looking for attention," he hissed at her.

With these words, Beth looked at him with a hurt look. It hurt to be remembered. But she had probably reminded him of bad things with her questioning. Probably not only the things he had just yelled at her.

For a moment there was silence between the two, then the walker outside made himself noticeable again.

"Ah, sounds like our friend is trying to call over his buddies," Daryl still said furious as he kicked an object out of the way and took his crossbow.

"Daryl, just shut up!" Beth admonished him again unsuccessfully.

"You never shot a crossbow before? I'm gonna teach you right now," he grabbed Beth roughly by the arm and dragged her to her legs and behind him.

"Come on, it's gonna be fun," he shouted joyfully, while the anger in his voice was clearly heard.

"We should stay inside! Daryl, cut it out," cried Beth and tried to break free.

He dragged her outside the house with him.

"Daryl!"

The walker saw the two and came shuffling towards them. Daryl raised his crossbow.

"Dumbass! Come here, dumbass," he shouted, fired the arrow and pinned the walker with his upper body to the next tree trunk.

The arrow was lodged in the walker's chest, who was still gurgling away.

"Daryl," Beth called out in horror.

This had taken on alarming proportions by now.

"You want to shoot?" Daryl asked as he stripped the crossbow and inserted a new arrow.

"I don't know how!"

"It's easy! Come here, right corner," he grabbed Beth, put one arm around her neck, pulled her back to his chest and shot a new arrow.

The arrow drilled into the walker's leg. Daryl released her to insert a new arrow.

"Let's practice that later," Beth now cried in fear and despair. He frightened her.

"Come on, it's fun!"

"Just stop it, Daryl!" she yelled at him.

Called to his sanity. He was behaving almost as badly as he did on the farm before he changed.