Nine Lives

Dawn Cooper has always been the one to protect her family. But when Daryl Dixon steps into her life, will she let him protect her? Read this Walking Dead/ Daryl Dixon Fanfiction to follow the zombie apocalypse as seen by Dawn Cooper.

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5. Chapter 4: When a Heart Breaks

Chapter 4: When A Heart Breaks

That night I dreamt Alice and I were on top of a grassy hill, overlooking the Georgian sky. It would have been a great spot to sit and just relax, except the fact we were surrounded by a swarm of biters.

"There's too many!" I yell over the moist gurgles and occasional moans emitted from the drooling freaks below us. My sister continued to slash and stab at the oncoming threat with her hunting knife. All at once one of the morbid corpses, finding a loop hole in our right circle, lunged at Alice.

"NO!" I screamed plunging my own knife into the biter's skull. Relieved that Alice seemed to be okay, no scratches or bite marks, I turn her over.

But what I saw staring at me was not my sister. Her blonde locks were gorged in crimson liquid, her face once colored by the harsh sun, now ghostly pale. The one thing that made her the most unbearable to look at however, was her eyes. Alice's crystal blue eyes were once the source of my jealousy , the one thing I longed to have, were now just a dull reproduction of what they used to be.

"Alice?" Was the last thing I uttered before she growled and lunged at me.

I awoke with a start. My palms were clammy, my face and arms were drenched in sweat. It took me a moment to figure out where I was and remember the day before. Rick and Daryl finding Alice and I in the woods, bringing us back. I sighed. Yesterday, although stressful had been one of the best days I'd had in a year and a half. I let my thoughts take me far away from the present day world. Back to PineTree Drive when Alice and I were kids. Back when people were kind. Back when people cared, and I had a family. Alice was all I had now.

My thoughts were put on hold as the sound of someone's shrieking voice entered my ear drums. At first I thought I'd imagined it, but quickly that theory flew out the imaginary window as more and more screams could be heard from down the hall. Finally I made out one distinct word that would haunt me until the day I died,

"WALKERS!"

No. Not here. Not in my perfect sanctuary, the place where everything was supposed to be okay. Like lightning I sprang up to look out into the hallway. Sure enough, dull gray corpses roamed the cell block hunting for their next fresh meal. The lucky ones kneeled over their catch like hungry lions, devouring every morsel. Panicking I rushed over to our bunk,

"Alice! Get up! There's walkers in the-" to my horror the bunk above me held no person whatsoever. Alice is nowhere to be found. Not in her bed, in the cell, or outside. Nowhere.

"Oh my god, Alice!" I scream over the up roar. Citizens sprint left and right dodging the oncoming attacks of rotting corpses. I scan the area for blonde curls, perfectly tanned skin, but to no avail. Where is she? I think to myself, almost in tears. I decide to check the bathrooms that were close to our cell.

Stepping into the place, you'd think It was one of those haunted houses. Huge plastic sheets hung over almost everything and cobwebs scaled the ceiling. As I neared the opening to one of the stalls I hear a sound coming from inside.

"Alice, I couldn't find you any-" but it was not my sister. Although it was MY sister, it wasn't Alice. Hot tears formed in my eyes and flowed down my cheeks as the creature that had once been my sister turned to face me. She looked almost exactly as I had pictured her in my dream. Crimson red blood covered her entire body, and her once tan skin was now as white as a ghost. And the eyes. Lifeless. At that point I felt the anger well inside me. Somehow I'd always felt pity toward the living dead. Not anymore. They had killed my sister, and turned her into one of them. It took everything inside of me not to collapse right there. I'd never felt so weak in my life, I should have done something. Told her not to use the bathroom, or maybe gone with her when she took her very last trip to the bathroom. All of these thoughts flash through my mind as Alice makes her way to me so that she is now less than a foot away. I don't even notice the figure behind me until it's too late.

Alice lunges, only to be stopped by an arrow to the forehead. Shocked that I am still breathing at this point, I turn to face my rescuer.

Daryl Dixon strode over to Alice to retrieve his arrow that had automatically killed my sister (a second time). Crawling over to my sister's corpse I gently touch her face.

"Alice." I mutter, tears brimming in my eyes once more. I burry my face in her chest, not caring who sees me, or what I'm getting on my shirt.

As I weep my ears pick up different voices whispering things behind me,

"Daryl, wha-"

"Oh my gosh."

"Is that her sister? Oh the poor thing."

"What a loss, it's just terrible."

I knew they all meant well, but all I wanted to do was scream at them. Make them leave my sister and I in peace. Seal off the bathroom door and never let a soul back in.

But suddenly I was lifted up by a pair of strong muscular arms.

"No! Alice! I'm not leaving her!" I scream at the top of my lungs, recognizing Daryl's rough but gentle hands on my waist. Kicking and squirming, I try to break free, but to no avail. Dixon was as strong as a bull, and there was no way I was getting out. But by God I was trying.

"Alice!" I continue to cry hysterically as Daryl carries me out of Cell Block D.

"Let me go! Let me go! I'm not leaving her dammit!" I scream loud enough for everyone in the prison to hear. Adhering to my request, he set me down in the middle of a dark hallway. My first instinct was to run back to Alice, but then my emotions took hold and I turn in Daryl's direction a begin to pound on his chest. Punch after punch after punch, and he just takes it. Slowly I run out of steam and finally come to a halt, curling up into a ball, my face resting in between my knees.

I let the stillness of the gloomy hallway that Patrick had led a happier version of me down earlier the day before, seep into the situation. Although I kept my hands plastered to my knees I concentrated on Daryl's steady breathing.

"It's hard as shit." My head crept out from my knees, surprised to actually hear the quietest man on God's green earth speak.

"What?"

"Losing people." He replies keeping his gaze towards the wall in front of us.

"It's hard. I know... Lost my brother last summer."

I sniff, intrigued by his multitude of words.

"I'm sorry."

Daryl turned his gaze in my direction, and for one magical second, our eyes locked. My words seemed to sink into the atmosphere, and even though no one was speaking, not one ounce of tension emerged while we sat there.

But all too soon the moment was shattered into tiny pieces,

"Daryl! Rick needs you in C, now!"

A gray haired woman came into the dim light and surveyed the situation.

At the mention of Rick's request, Daryl sprung up and followed the path we had taken back to the Cell Blocks.

"Come on Hun, let's get you cleaned up. The woman held out her hand, and surprisingly I took it.

I took it not because I wanted to go with this strange woman. I took it because just before Daryl left I noticed the slightest shit of his eyes. His eyes told me he understood.

His eyes told me I was not alone.

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