My Mate Is A Hunter

Talking

Rick and Hershal left leaving both Daryl and I alone. "How'd ya get shot?" Daryl ask.

"Y-" i started but caught myself, "a man didn't want me to get away from him." Danm I'm such a bad liar.

"I get it," he says sitting on the end of the bed, "ya don't trust us. Ya aint gotta tell but like Rick said I'm 'ere ta help ya."

My wolf purred at his voice. She must just be happy to finally be around others. "I know." I mumble.

"I do gotts ask ya three questions." He says.

"What are they?" I ask scratching my boot.

"How many walkers have ya killed?" He ask.

Is he talking about the dead? I ask myself, Guess so.

"Seven." I answer.

"How many people have ya killed?" He ask.

A tear ran down my face at the memory of the only person I've killed. "One." I croak out.

"Why?" He ask.

"He made me promise to kill him when he turned." I say ad more tears fell from my eyes.

"Who was it?" He ask.

"You said three." I stated.

"This has nothing to do with the others." He says.

"It was my dad," I answer, "I watched both of my parents die and watched my brother eat my mom." I let out a sigh

"If it makes ya feel better my brother is gone." He sighs and puts his head in his hands.

"Yea but you have a chance of him still being alive," i mumble, "mine he is gone, forever."

"Never know Merel mayb-" i cut him off.

"Merel?" I ask, "as in Merel Dixon?"

"Ya know my brother?" He ask shooting his head up and looking at me.

"I heard some man talking to a redneck and he call the redneck by Merel Dixon." I explain.

"Do ya remember a here they were?" He ask.

"Sorry but i don't," i say looking at his face, "I've been everywhere and i stopped remembering where places where."

"How long ago was it?" He ask.

"About five days ago." I answer.

"Well at least i know he was alive five days ago." He mumbled.

"Yea." I say then we meet eyes.

Mate! My wolf purred.