Living Proof

Chapter one: Merle Dixon

I glared harshly at the one armed man. "Listen, you best be on your way, i dont want no trouble." Merle just chuckled. He walked towards me, kneeling down in front of the water bank. "I just need some medical help, woman. Will you help me?" A man asking for me to help them, while i am naked in a lake... I know where this is going to go. But when I see his hand, he was right about one thing. He needs help. His right hand was completely cut off, wrapped in a soaked towel. "Alright, i will help you. Only if you turn around and wait till Im done getting dressed." Merle chuckled, getting up and walking towards the tree where he was before.

I got out of the lake, pulling my bra and underwear quickly over my body. Once I got that, i worked on my other clothes. Once done, i walked to my backpack, grabbing my aid kit. I sighed, grabbing the man's hand. Working on his hand was tough. No matter what I did, it wouldn't stop bleeding. "Eh... Why not trying to burn the end up? So it would stop the bleeding and blistar up?" Asked Merle. "You really want to try that?" I asked him, giving him a crazy look. He nodded. I shrugged and started a fire. Laying a pan on the fire once it was build up was a smarter idea then just puttin his arm in the fire.

Once the pan was hot, I gripped the side of the pan. "Ready?" I asked him. He nodded, tying a piece of cloth around his mouth to prevent walkers to hear him. I pressed the hot pan against the open wound. He let out a loud muffled scream, trying to hold it in, but no way was he able to keep from screaming. Slowly pulling it away, making sure i didnt actually burn his flesh. It would have came off again. He stared at me, removing his cloth. "Say, your not too bad. How would you like to come with me to a camp with people in it? Its only a mile or so up the road." He pointed with his left hand.

I thought about it for a long time. I looked at him. What if he was lying? Going to rape me and kill me? But what if he is telling the truth? People, shelter... Family. What if my family was there?! I nodded, "Alright, count me in." He chuckled, looking up at the sky. "Well, we have a few hours till sundown, we should be able to make it there without a problem." He was now eyeing my crossbow. "How good are you at that?" I shrugged, "Not too bad, but still not good." "I will have Daryl teach you more on how to use one, since you only have a crossbow and a knife." I rolled my eyes. "Whos Daryl?" "My little bro'her." He said chuckling.

I trotted along side of him, bored out of my mind. "Merle, what do you do for fun when your walking?" He shrugs, "I don'now. Usually find some'ing to do that ain't so loud." I sighed, walking around. It was getting dark, fast... "Are we almost there yet, Merle?" He sighed. "Yep, almost there." I smiled. Once we got up a huge hill. There was a small camp. "Merle!" Shouted someone. I watched as a man ran up to him, hugging him tightly. "I thought I lost you brother." "Nah I would have been dead if it was't for this li'tle gal." He pointed at me. I took that offence. "Im not that little." "City girls like to fight." Whispered Merle. "I AM NOT A CITY GIRL!" I hissed. "Ooh got some'ne pissed off." Said Merle. I scuffed, walkin away to meet others. He was so nice to me when we were walking, what made him change...? There was a voice who spoke up behind me, it sounded almost like Merle's. I turned around to see a man who was hugging Merle. He had dirty hair, beautiful eyes, a beard. "Name's Daryl. Merle said you really need help on your shooting, is that true woman?" I respect for him went way down. He was no different than his brother. Though his is way cutier... I scuffed angerly and stomped away. "STOP CALLIN ME WOMAN! MY NAME IS LUNA!" I screamed. Daryl actually looked shocked...