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Time Passing Part Two

"You scare me sometimes Mace" Half the bottle was already gone and we were just getting started. Tonight was the anniversary of Daryl's mother's death. I looked at him, smiling faintly. "How so?" I asked. Sometimes the things he said made no sense to me. He shook his head and grabbed the bottle from me, taking a snort of it. "You know.." He whispered, as if we were sharing a secret. "Women are like casino's, they love you when your up! Hate you when your down, throw you out when you cheat. But.. you keep coming back for more."

It felt like time was going by more slowly now... The Governor didn't punish me in any way for Luke's death. He only told me that I should learn from my actions. That acting foolishly and treating this life as some sort of game caused me to loose my brother. And I took that to heart.

From now on I promised to do as the Gov said, he kept this town in order. He kept the peace. He kept us.. safe. And I should have known that from the beginning. Maybe Luke would still be alive today if I had. But after such a tragedy things in Woodbury started to evolve. We had over seventy people here now. A training area, even a playground. The Governor had given us our weapons back from the day he saved us, including my bow and our guns.

I think the more runs my brother and James went on the more the Gov trusted us. I even had a job, I worked the wall. As long as I stayed on the inside, I could train. Which was fine with me, I loved shooting my bow. Well, my dad's old bow. It reminded me of the past. Of when hunting used to be something to do for fun.

I rarely ever thought of Daryl. Except sometimes when I trained. Memories still crept their way into my mind whenever I closed my eyes. But James' attention was helping. I started to focus on life rather then surviving. I was getting used to calling Woodbury my home.

Merle was only evolving, he didn't speak to me unless he had to. I didn't expect too much from him though. I didn't expect much from anyone anymore. I think I had finally realized that this was life and that this was how it had to be lived. And if that ment throwing out my sensitivity to survive and make something of myself then so be it. This world wasn't ment for pussies.

Marcus had grown cold. Hard. It was like he was almost completely lost in a sense. He never smiled, laughed, nothing. I knew it was only a matter of time before he stopped talking all together. It almost seemed like Luke's death helped us see that there was no going back from this. There was no end to this tragic epedemic we lived in. And it was time we realized that.

As the months passed, me and James grew only closer. We even decided to tell Marcus, which he didn't really say much on the matter. But Merle on the other hand? He had alot to say when he saw me that day.

"Hey Lovesick!" I was on my way to the training area with my bow when he stopped me in mid stride. I rolled my eyes and gave him a look. "What do you want?" I asked, poking him with my bow. He crossed his arms, "Heard about your love affair with pretty boy! Guess you've given up on my poor baby brother?" I bit my lip, staring at my feet. I didn't really know what to say. Merle had said to never mention him again, now he was bringing him up? "What's the point. It's been too long he might not even be alive." Merle shrugged, "You never know. But if he is, you better lock up your little boy toy, because he'll kill em." I shook my head and brushed past him, not wanting to waste time on that theory.

"Hey! Don't go looking for your brother today! We got a run! Helicopter down couple of miles from here." I waved my hand in response and kept walking focusing on training till the sun went down.

I raised my bow slightly, breathing in, the air filling my lungs. The deer was just on the far corner of the feild, I could kill him from here with a shot to the head. I released, the air going escaping. The arrow plunged into the Doe's skull, sending her down. "Woo! That's my girl!" I looked over to my left, catching eyes with my father. It was good to see him proud. These were the moments I loved about hunting.

He stepped out of the tree stand, taking my hand to help. "So. Daryl said anything to you yet?" I looked at him curiously and shook my head. "No? About what?" I asked. My dad smiled a little, walking towards my kill. "Oh nothing, we just ah.. had a conversation yesterday. Nothing to worry over. Now. Enough talking. help me with this deer!" I let out a breath and forgot about his question, picking up the deer and dragging it along, right behind my father.


Comments? I'd love some. (:


I love it so good
Ceeekes Ceeekes

Yes, This next chapter will be from both sides, which i'm writing now. I just hope I can pull it off! I want to portray him in the right way. But thank you!!(:

Even if we already know what happens, I'm glad to see what happens next. Are you gonna do a chapter from Daryl's POV? I'd like to see what he is thinking. Great job!
Okgurl87 Okgurl87

@Death_to_Roses I wanted to stop so that it'd have more suspense. Yeah you guys all know what happens to Daryl and Merle, but not Macy (; The next chapter will be up probably tomorrow night. Maybe even tonight because I am already writing it now.

Why stop it there? It really makes no sense since we all know this happens so the shock factor isn't really all that effective. :/ I just want mooore.
Death_to_Roses Death_to_Roses