It's a Mad World
Light's gone, day's end
The search for Sophia stretched for hours.
I let Roxanne go and search with them while I stayed at the RV to watch T-Dog and Dale, not that Dale couldn't take care of himself, but T-Dog had a huge cut on his arm.
I scanned some of the cars for things that could be useful. I was looking for any kind of medicine to help T-Dog's arm. I wasn't very successful, other than a couple of Tylenol, but they wouldn't really help.
I swear I sat there with T-Dog forever. He said something to Dale about how they had left us there because we were the weakest.
I was not weak. I was by far one of the weakest. T-Dog was just sick, he had a fever, the heat was getting to his head. I was loosing interest in T-Dog's rant until he said something about how that redneck hadn't forgiven him for Merle. Something struck a chord. I'm not sure if it was that he called Daryl a redneck, or the tone in his voice, but it made me mad.
"If I'm not mistaken, that redneck went out of his way to save your ass," Dale defended him.
I couldn't stifle the chuckle that came from my throat. Both of the men looked at me. I began to lose interest again. I started to play with my knife and my brass knuckles. My sister is such a sweetheart.
T-Dog started to talk about how he and Dale should go off on their own, I wasn't sure if I was invited or not, but Dale somehow talked him out of it. Dale told T-Dog he was burning up, and that was about the end of T-Dog's outburst.
:::
Almost everyone eventually made it back to the road. Apparently Carl had been shot. It was a lot to take in at once.
I ran up to Roxanne and hugged her.
"I'm so glad you're okay," I told her, squeezing her into the tightest hug I could manage.
Dale and Daryl decided they were going to stay at the RV and wait for Sophia. Dale said something about how T-Dog was pretty bad and needed attention immediately. Daryl snorted and then rummaged around the bad on his motorcycle. He returned with a bag full of pills. Daryl said how it was Merle's old stash, something about having the clap a couple of times.
"Not generics," he said pointing to the bag, "top of the line stuff."
I dare T-Dog to talk bad about him again.
I smiled to myself.
"I want to stay to, if you guys don't care?" I asked, nodding to Daryl and Dale.
Dale nodded, giving me permission to stay.
"Me too!" Roxanne added.
I turned to her and shook my head.
"No, booboo, you go back to the house with them, it'll be safer there."
"Why are you staying then?"
"I guess I just want to make sure I'm here when she gets back," I whispered.
She smiled. I expected her to fight back, but surprisingly, she didn't.
:::
"Are you going to look for her?" I asked.
"Is too dark, I'm jus' goin' to scan the road."
"Mind if I tag along?"
He shrugged his shoulders, I took it as a yes.
I grabbed my knife, the brass knuckles and checked the seam of my pants to make sure my gun was in place. I wasn't planning on using my gun, but it was more comforting to have it.
I held the brass knuckles in my right hand, along with my knife. I walked up to Dixon's right side. He looked down and noticed my hand.
"When'd ya get them?"
I smiled, looking down at them.
"My sister got them. She gave them to me when we were at the CDC for my birthday."
Daryl made a gruff noise.
"Least ya got the sense to use 'em 'stead your gun."
"Thanks..." I mumbled.
"Ya know how ta use 'em?" he asked as he nodded to my hand.
"My brass knuckles? Yeah..."
He made a noise like he didn't believe me.
I let out a small laugh.
"I was in an underground fight club when I was 16. I'm tougher than you think," I said. I looked up at him. He had his crossbow ready to shoot, he heard something. I heard something too. I pulled my knife up.
Daryl's crossbow made a quick clean kill on the big bad bunny rabbit that had hopped out of the bush.
"Oh, scary," I mocked.
"Shut it," he said as he looked around, "Well, we bes' get back."
Daryl turned on his heel and headed back towards the RV. I followed behind him.
I was tired, then again, I was always tired. I wasn't looking forward to laying in the RV for hours waiting for sleep. I wasn't looking forward to possibly not waking up in the morning, assuming that I even made it to sleep. I was, however, looking forward to laying next to Daryl.
I let Roxanne go and search with them while I stayed at the RV to watch T-Dog and Dale, not that Dale couldn't take care of himself, but T-Dog had a huge cut on his arm.
I scanned some of the cars for things that could be useful. I was looking for any kind of medicine to help T-Dog's arm. I wasn't very successful, other than a couple of Tylenol, but they wouldn't really help.
I swear I sat there with T-Dog forever. He said something to Dale about how they had left us there because we were the weakest.
I was not weak. I was by far one of the weakest. T-Dog was just sick, he had a fever, the heat was getting to his head. I was loosing interest in T-Dog's rant until he said something about how that redneck hadn't forgiven him for Merle. Something struck a chord. I'm not sure if it was that he called Daryl a redneck, or the tone in his voice, but it made me mad.
"If I'm not mistaken, that redneck went out of his way to save your ass," Dale defended him.
I couldn't stifle the chuckle that came from my throat. Both of the men looked at me. I began to lose interest again. I started to play with my knife and my brass knuckles. My sister is such a sweetheart.
T-Dog started to talk about how he and Dale should go off on their own, I wasn't sure if I was invited or not, but Dale somehow talked him out of it. Dale told T-Dog he was burning up, and that was about the end of T-Dog's outburst.
:::
Almost everyone eventually made it back to the road. Apparently Carl had been shot. It was a lot to take in at once.
I ran up to Roxanne and hugged her.
"I'm so glad you're okay," I told her, squeezing her into the tightest hug I could manage.
Dale and Daryl decided they were going to stay at the RV and wait for Sophia. Dale said something about how T-Dog was pretty bad and needed attention immediately. Daryl snorted and then rummaged around the bad on his motorcycle. He returned with a bag full of pills. Daryl said how it was Merle's old stash, something about having the clap a couple of times.
"Not generics," he said pointing to the bag, "top of the line stuff."
I dare T-Dog to talk bad about him again.
I smiled to myself.
"I want to stay to, if you guys don't care?" I asked, nodding to Daryl and Dale.
Dale nodded, giving me permission to stay.
"Me too!" Roxanne added.
I turned to her and shook my head.
"No, booboo, you go back to the house with them, it'll be safer there."
"Why are you staying then?"
"I guess I just want to make sure I'm here when she gets back," I whispered.
She smiled. I expected her to fight back, but surprisingly, she didn't.
:::
"Are you going to look for her?" I asked.
"Is too dark, I'm jus' goin' to scan the road."
"Mind if I tag along?"
He shrugged his shoulders, I took it as a yes.
I grabbed my knife, the brass knuckles and checked the seam of my pants to make sure my gun was in place. I wasn't planning on using my gun, but it was more comforting to have it.
I held the brass knuckles in my right hand, along with my knife. I walked up to Dixon's right side. He looked down and noticed my hand.
"When'd ya get them?"
I smiled, looking down at them.
"My sister got them. She gave them to me when we were at the CDC for my birthday."
Daryl made a gruff noise.
"Least ya got the sense to use 'em 'stead your gun."
"Thanks..." I mumbled.
"Ya know how ta use 'em?" he asked as he nodded to my hand.
"My brass knuckles? Yeah..."
He made a noise like he didn't believe me.
I let out a small laugh.
"I was in an underground fight club when I was 16. I'm tougher than you think," I said. I looked up at him. He had his crossbow ready to shoot, he heard something. I heard something too. I pulled my knife up.
Daryl's crossbow made a quick clean kill on the big bad bunny rabbit that had hopped out of the bush.
"Oh, scary," I mocked.
"Shut it," he said as he looked around, "Well, we bes' get back."
Daryl turned on his heel and headed back towards the RV. I followed behind him.
I was tired, then again, I was always tired. I wasn't looking forward to laying in the RV for hours waiting for sleep. I wasn't looking forward to possibly not waking up in the morning, assuming that I even made it to sleep. I was, however, looking forward to laying next to Daryl.
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5/18/14