I couldn’t believe Rick had made me go with Daryl. Everyone knew I hated him. I had every since Carol came to me, crying, because she had walked in on him and my sister doing it, and I had actually made it pretty obvious ever since that I hated him. Rick kept telling me that hating him wouldn’t make him stop loving my sister, and stop my sister from loving him. I knew Rick was right, but a part of me just couldn’t stop hating him. He was so much older than both me and my sister, who, by the way, was younger than me. She was 20, he was 38. She just turned 20, actually. It was so wrong.
As I walked behind Daryl as we were on our way back to the prison, thinking about my sister and him, I felt like murdering him. I wanted to just grab my katana and slice his head off, even though I knew my sister would hate me for doing it, so I didn’t. But thinking about my katana, I realised something. “Shit,” I muttered. “Daryl!” I said loudly. He turned around. “My katana. I forgot back by the lake, I think. I don’t have it.” He muttered something inaudible and rolled his eyes.
“You seriously lost your stupid sword?” he snapped. I nodded. “And now you think we have to go back and get it?”
“Of course! It’s the only weapon I have. I don’t even know how to use a gun, for christ sake!”
He groaned at my respond. “Ugh, okay. We go back for your stupid sword.”
“It’s not a sword, Dixon.”
It took almost an hour to walk to the lake from where we were. On our way there, we got attacked by, like, 5 walkers, and I was close to getting bit or scratched, and every time Daryl told me, that it wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t lost my katana (or sword as he called it). But I knew he was right; I just didn’t want to admit it to him.
But as we reached the lake, we heard voices.
“Oh my God, Michael, look!” one of the voices said. We walked towards the voices to see two boys, one of them – the one that had talked to the guy, who’s name was Michael – holding my katana. We couldn’t really see them that clearly, but they seemed somewhat familiar.
The one, named Michael, took the katana from the other guy. “Oh my fucking God, Luke, do you even KNOW what this is?” Michael said, his eyes wide. The guy, called Luke, shook his head, making Michael roll his eye. “This, Luke, is a katana.” Luke looked confused.
“Isn’t it like a sword?” Luke asked Michael. I heard Daryl chuckle.
“No, Lukas! This is a katana! Like the one Leo-“ he stopped. “Michaelangelo has.”
I couldn’t let Luke know that the katana was rightfully his, since he was Leonardo back then. I wanted the katana to myself, so I lied to him.
A few minutes later, Ashton and Calum came with all our things. They looked exhausted. They dropped the things to the ground, right in front of Luke and I. “Next time YOU take the things!” Calum said, out of breath. Luke and I both laughed at Calum, so did Ashton. Suddenly Calums eyes went wide, and he pointed to the katana in my hand. “Where did you find that?”
Luke and I smirked. “It was on the ground,” Luke said. “But Michael got it, because apparently Michaelangelo is the one with the Katana.” Calum gave him a confused look, and I knew he was about to tell Luke the truth. I couldn’t risk that, so I tackled him to tge ground just before he said anything. “MICHAEL GORDON CLIFFORD, GET OFF ME, YOU IDIOT!” Calum shouted. I placed my hand over his mouth to stop him from shouting, because it would attract freaks. He did his best to make me move, but I managed to keep him down. When he couldn’t push me off him, he stuck out his tongue and licked the palm of my hand. I quickly removed my hand from his mouth and started screaming at him.
Suddenly I felt someone grab my arm and out their hand over my mouth. I knew it wasn’t any of the others, cause they were all in front of me. Their faces were full of fear.
“If you don’t shut up I will not hesitate to kill you,” a man whispered in my ear as he held a knife to my throat.
“Please let him go,” Calum said, his voice shaky with fear. “Please don’t hurt him.” I could see the tears start to form in his eyes. It was heart breaking, seeing my best friends like that. The man behind me let go and pushed me awak from him. I turned around and looked at him. He was older than us, dirty and carried a crossbow. Behind him was a guy. He was about our age. He looked familiar, and I knew I’d met him before somewhere. He walked up to the katana that was on the ground and picked it up. He then looked around at us, until he locked his gaze on Luke.
“Lucas?” I said in disbelief. He looked at me, too, and his eyes went wide.
“Mason? Is that really you?” he said, also seemingly in disbelief. I smiled and walked up to him, and placed my hands on his shoulders. “It’s good to see you again, Lucas. Even though it’s sad it has to be under these circumstances.” He nodded in agreement.
It’d been years since I last saw him. He had changes a bit. His hair was different, he was dirty, but I guessed that was because of the whole apocalypse thing, and lack of showers. He was also a bit taller, almost as tall as me.
Daryl cleared his throat, making me turn around to look at him.
“Are you done being all sentimental?” he muttered. I rolled my eyes at him and let go of Lukas, or Luke as everyone else called him. “We have to go back. It’ll get dark soon.”
I couldn’t leave Lukas. I just couldn’t. He was my friend. We weren’t that close, but I couldn’t leave him. I also remembered the others, especially Calum. Then there was that guy who didn’t like Luke. I was pretty sure his name was Michael. I’d never met the last person. Wasn’t he the drummer?
“Daryl, we can’t just leave them,” I said.
“Daryl, I know these people. They’re also from Sydney. I practically grew up with him,” I said pointing at Lucas. Daryl rolled his eyes and muttered something inaudiable.
”Please give us a chance. We have nowhere to go,” the drummer guy, Ashton, said.
Daryl groaned. “Fine. But I don’t think we can get back before it gets dark, so maybe we should just stay here for the night,” he said. The four boys all smiled and let out a sigh in relief.
“But, uh, Michael?” I said, looking at Michael who was now holding my katana again. “I need you to give me my katana.” He frowned, but handed me the katana.
Later that night, Lucas and I were still up while the others were sleeping. We had to guard the camp, and make sure no walkers attacked us. We hadn’t really had time to talk that day, since we had so much to do. To be honest I was very interested in finding out how they’d ended up in the U.S. so far away from home, so I decided it was about time to ask. “So Lucas.. How did you guys end up here?”
“What do you mean?” he answered.
“In the U.S.”
“Oh,” he said, “we were on tour when it all started. Michael and I found out when his mother turned. Later that night we had a gig. During one of the songs, Amnesia I think it was, some people in the audience started screaming. It wasn’t in excitement, but in fear. We stopped playing to see what was going on. We saw people running, trying to get away from that spot. A girl had turned, and she was walking around and bit people. Michael and I both knew what was going on, and we told Ashton and Calum that we had to get out of there and just get away from everyone. So that’s what we did. And now we’re here,” he said. For a moment he looked as though he was in deep thoughts. I can’t imagine how it must feel to go through what he has. What they have been through. Sure, we’ve been through some pretty crazy stuff as well, but my sisters and I haven’t lost someone like they have. We’ve always had each other. Our parents died a year after they adopted my youngest sister, Olivia. The only people we’ve lost are all people from the group who died over the past year or so.
“So, how are your sisters doing?” Lucas asked.
I smiled at the thought of them. “They’re during great. I mean, considering everything that has happened. She misses you, Lucas.” His eyes dropped, and he nodded.
“I miss her too, Mason. I really do.”