My eyes were fixed straight as the car drove down the deserted road. The surroundings were gravely quite. Before the apocalypse started all i wanted was peace, but now i would give anything just to hear the sound of the traffic and busy people.
The entire ride to the highway was quite and somewhat awkward. I felt Daryl steal a glance at me every once in a while but i didn’t say a word. I wasn’t in the mood to argue.
I drove 20 minutes away from where the group had lost Sophia and stopped the car at the side of the road. I opened the door and got out of the car as Daryl did the same. My axe was clenched tightly in my hands as I locked the car doors. “Shit” i mumbled realizing i had no where to keep the keys . I looked over at Daryl and notice that he was wearing a black leather jacket with zip up pockets.
“Could you take ‘em” i asked jingling the keys up in the air
He shrugged a little and held his hand up signaling for me to throw the them. I decided to slide them off to him from on top of the roof of the wagon instead. I heard him scowl a bit but decided to ignore him , like i was doing the entire morning.
We slowly and quietly walked into the woods, trying our best not to attract any walkers. Once we caught up to the trail, Daryl started tracking. His eyes scanned every single detail of the surrounding. The ground, the trees, the leaves, it was as if something was guiding him through. He looked so natural and eased up as he tracked.
He suddenly huffed and stood up straight, his crossbow resting at his side. “The trails end here” he said. My eyebrows squinted together in confusion. “How can they just.....end?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“You tell me” he replied.
“Now what ?”
He simply shrugged. “Let’s just go in....” he pointed at a random direction “that direction”. I nodded.
“Lemme mark the tree first” I said taking out my dagger. I quickly drew a cross on the nearby tree before placing the dagger back in my belt.
15 minutes or so had passed and no sign of Sophia was found.
“Sophia !” Daryl started shouting out her name out of no where.
“What the hell are you doing ?” I scolded him in an annoyed tone.
“What does it look like ? Callin’ out for her” he said
“Well shut the hell up, you’ll attract walkers. And even if Sophia hears you and tries to come here, she’ll most probably cross paths with a walker. We don’t want that now, do we ?” i warned him.
“whatever” he mumbled but said nothing further. I knew he understood that i was right and couldn’t help but smile a little at his stubbornness.
I turned around suddenly hearing shuffling from a near by tree. I looked at the bark of the tree to see a small squirrel crawling up it. It’s coat was a dark shade of brown and its eyes were black and beady. A sudden burst of air swooshed past my ear as an arrow pierced through the soft and tender body of the squirrel. I turned on my heels to see Daryl slowly putting down his crossbow, resting it beside him. He slowly walked past me and unpinned the squirrel from the tree. “Dinner” he said looking at me.
I stared at him a bit unsure “we have enough canned food to last the whole group for another week”
He shrugged and said “but it’s fresh and tastes better”.
“i’ll just.......nevermind” i said and turned around on my heels and started walking straight.
I felt his sight piercing my back as he followed behind me.
I turned around to face him “you’re doing it again” i told him as I looked up at him.
His eyes showed a bit of confusion but soon filled with realization as he concluded that I was talking about his staring issues.
“I was--” he was about to say when his eyes grew wide and quickly yet quietly made a run towards me. His big and rough hands cupped around my mouth, huffing it up as he dragged me off our trail and hid us behind a big tree. He pushed me against the bark of the tree and pointed his finger to his lips, telling me to stay quite. I slowly nodded my head as he removed his hand away. He slowly peaked his head out from behind the tree but quickly stood straight. His left hand was placed beside my head and his right hand clenched his crossbow. I couldn’t help but notice at how close he was. My breathe hitched a little but I ignored it as much as possible.
“climb up” he said in a low, hushed tone. I nodded lightly and slowly turned around to take a hold of the nearest branch. I swiftly lifted myself onto the branch and decided to climb another one for a safer distance. I looked down to see that Daryl had slung his crossbow across his back and was climbing up himself. He lifted his body up and landed himself on the first branch. He was about the climb on the second branch when a ‘crackling’ sound filled the air. The branch he was standing on suddenly started to crack. Daryl looked down for a split second and saw five walkers notice him and start limping their way towards him. He quickly lifted himself on the second branch before the first branch fell on the ground with a thud. Daryl and I now sat down, looking at the walkers below. They were now at the bottom of the tree gnawing up at us.
‘Crack’ i heard another noise as i looked at the branch we were sitting on. “shit” i mumbled as my eyes widened.