My heart stopped and it was as if I could feel Rick and Carl's heart stop too. This coudn't be happening ? I mean right? Daryl was the strongest man I had ever meant in my entire life. It was as if things were in slow motion. I grabbed my gun and before Rick could even say a word a pushed open the door and stumbled out of it.
Whether Daryl was alive or not, I couldn't let him turn.
It seemed there were even more walkers than when I had quickly jumped into the car. I looked around, fired a few shots at some oncoming dead heads and began to let my eyes search the crowd of beady grey and yellow eyes. Then I found him, pushing and beating his way out of crowd.
The fucking bad ass.
"NO CASS. Go back to the car! I got this!" He yelled while taking on two walkers at once.
Hell no he doesn't. He needs his right hand man.
In this case woman.
"YEAH RIGHT ASSHOLE." I shouted back.
My stomach did a jolt of happiness and I too began to fight my way through the crowd. I few shots here and a few shots there. Daryl was bashing in heads and firing his crossbow when he had the chance. I pulled my knife from my holster and quickly smashed it into the eyeball of a fast approaching walker. A let my empty gun fall to the ground. I did the same with two more and I was now back to back with with Daryl.
Fighting circle of two people commence.
We fucking rock.
I couldn't help the smile that began to tug on my lips, the rush I get when I kill dead heads is unexplained. Six of them were approaching us on every angle, they were the last 6 so if we lived through this it would be over.
"Ready Cass? Daryl asked in huffy voice as he too gripped his knife.
"I was born ready. I should be asking you that question." I replied with a slight smirk.
"Yeah okay." Daryl said as he lunged in for the first kill.
Two walkers were fast on me and I jumped forward pushing my knife through the temple. I went to pull it out but it was pretty deep in there. The other dead head was moments away, and the knife wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
I pulled myself up straight and just as the walker reached me a swung my elbow back and whacked it right upside the head. It toppled backwards a bit, and regained its composure. I took that time to bring it down by kicking it in the groin. It finally fell backwards onto the ground. and I wiped the sweat off my forehead.
"EAT DIRT FUCKER." I yelled in a rage.
Wow, I need to calm myself down. I just get so mad at these things.
Now I just need to find some obscure way to penetrate the brain. This will be fun. Just as I got ready to pounce there was a tall man standing over the dead head with a just fired pistol. Rick, Rick Grimes. He killed one more walker and Carl killed the last one just as Daryl was about to be attacked.
"I had it handled." I said narrowing my eyes at him and putting my hands on my hips.
"Sure looked like it." He replied simply with a smug look on his face.
But I got to give it to him, I was in a situation.
"Yeah, yeah. Thanks Grimes." I said smiling at him slightly.
He nodded at me and went over to Daryl. Me and Daryl would of eventually handled it, sure we were close to death many times in the last 20 minutes. But him and I, we don't die. We were survivors even before all this shit, its like this world was made for us. Me and him we never really knew what we were going to do with or lives, we only knew a few things. None of which would do all that well in the real world, so the Military ended up calling me and Daryl(From what I heard) just did free lance shit with Merle.
As bad as this world is and how it hurts me to think I would be one of the last people here, it's the truth. We didn't have much of a place in the 'real world' and now we do. We mean something to the people, because we have the skills and mindset of someone who protects. It can be a blessing and a total curse.
On the same exact note though no one is TRULY meant for this world. Sure me and Daryl seem to be, and maybe we actually are(which is my theory)but this new thing we call living is a tough thing. It's brutal and emotional and not a jog in the park.
"Yo Cass! Lets get going why don't we?" Daryl called over to me, raising a hand to look at me through the shining sun. '
I was pulled out of thought and I looked over at my best friend, he has changed. So much. I must say it is for the better though.
""Yeah yeah! Don't rush me Dixon!" I yelled as I walked over and placed a foot on the head of the walker in which my knife was jammed. I bent down and tugged as hard as I could on the knife and it slowly slid out.
Never not nasty.
I then flicked off the blood the best I could and slid it into the holster. I grabbed my gun which was discarded a little ways a way and began walking towards the three 'men' talking.
I infiltrated the circle and leaned slightly against Daryl who did not fight it.
I'm tired, I wanna sleep. I'm such a little bitch sometimes.
Daryl placed an arm around my shoulder and I swear I saw Rick tense up a bit at the sight of it. It was probably just my imagination though. "How bout we get going losers? I'm beat, I'm sure you're too." I said looking at all three of them, "I know this shortcut along the railroad tracks. We'll be there in no time."
"Great." Rick said, nodding once more he began to study my face. I was a little taken back when he walked towards, standing directly in front of me he took a thumb and wiped something from my cheek (Which turned red, something that's not usually for me) gently, "You had a little blood on your face." He turned his head awkwardly to the side.
"Thanks.." I said looking at him quizzically but at the same time thankfully. "You and Carl go, Daryl and I will just be a moment."
Rick and Carl turned around and walked the shot distance to the car. As soon as the back doors slammed Daryl took his arm from around my shoulder and looked down at me with pursed lips.
"What was that?" Daryl questioned angrily.
I took a step back and crossed my arms, "What was what?"
"Don't play dumb with me Cass. The whole Rick thing." He said stepping closer.
I quirked an eyebrow and moved my hands to my hips, " He wiped blood from my face?" I said in an impatiently.
"It was more than that." He puffed shaking his head.
"And what if it was?! You don't fucking control me." I snarled stepping towards him so there was only a few inches between us.
"You're such a bitch." He yipped narrowing his eyes, our faces were coming closer and anger was written all over them.
"Tell me something I don't know Dixon." I said also narrowing my eyes at him. Just before our eyelashes touched the car horn beeped and we both pulled away.
"Lets go." Daryl said quickly walking to the car with me close behind.
What the hell was I doing? I mean he has a girlfriend.. What the hell was he doing then. I mean there was always this kind of unspoken thing between us, but we've been apart for so long. It couldn't mean anything, it was just the heat of the moment. Plus I think I might feel a little something for Rick. MAYBE.
Well I guess we'll just see where the rail road takes us.
"So this should empty out-" Rick began.
I cut in, "Right about where the farm is. Yup." I said with a smile, I was pretty proud that I figured this shortcut out. It cuts a lot of time out of trip.
The rail road tack was bumpy, but it was twice as fast as taking back roads that always seem to have more and more road blocks each day. Daryl sat in the passengers seat quietly looking out the window.
"So Rick. You were the leader?" I asked looking at him in the rear view mirror.
He shifted uncomfortable in his seat, "I was. But I learned that not one man can do the job. It's just to much."
He's right, but things are working quite alright at the compound so I'm sure as hell not going to change anything. Mike would though if he had his way. I never thought I would say this, but I miss him. He is always a good buddy to do runs with. I can only imagine the havoc he is reeking back at the farm.
I nodded at him in the mirror, "Makes sense."
He sat up a little in his seat, "So got anyone lucky back at the farm?" He asked hesitantly.
"Hell no." I scoffed, "There's too much work to be done to be gallivanting around with some man." This statement was completely true, I didn't have time for it. As nice as it would be to have someone to call my own, it's not as important as keeping these people alive.
"Makes sense." Rick mimicked with a grin. Daryl let out an uncomfortable cough and I held back a laugh.
"Wait stop!" Carl yelled practically jumping out of his seat to look out of the window.
"What is it?!" I inquired looking in the direction he was looking.
"A sign.." He said quietly. I then spotted it tapped to a beam. My heart rate sped up a bit. It was a map.
"Let's go see." I said opening my car door and we all piled out and cautiously approached the sign as if it were poison.
THOSE WHO ARRIVE
And in the very center of the map was a star drawn in black, right above that written in large black letters was TERMINUS.
The 4 of us simultaneously looked at each other, all thinking the exact same things. Could this be true? And what the hell do we do?