Running with a Redneck

Chapter Four

(6 months later)

Sophie's POV:

Rick knew I would hate him doing this. I don't know why he decided to send me and Daryl on a small supply run. He could of sent anyone but no... of course he has to send us to out. So this is why I'm out here now following this unruly redneck trying to get some stuff for everyone. Peering through every window of every shop, biters throw themselves at the windows trying to get to us. Suddenly he stops and peers round an alleyway lying between a small supply shop and a groceries store. Making my whole body shudder Daryl grabs my hand and pulls me down the alleyway.

"What are you doing?" I can't stop my self asking. "Just stay quite he whispers." He quitens his voice. I glance up and down the alleyway and nothings coming. "Seriously what did you drag me down here for?" Quickly he presses his lips against mine making me shut up instantly. He pushes me up against the wall and slides on of his cold hand down my back causing my whole body to goose bump. "We shouldn't do this here." I say pushing him away. He looks me in the eye with sadness. I'm still don't feel comfortable being out in the open, I always feel safer behind the prison fence, probably like everyone else.

"You don't want this?" He begins to press his lips against my kneck. "You haven't spoke to me in the last three months and continuously stare at me and then all of a sudden you're pushing me up against a wall?" His breath shifts against my neck causing me to tense. "It's because I didn't know if ya would agree to this and the reason why Rick sent us out on a supply run together was because I asked him!" His tone of voice softens. Looking him in the eyes I rest my hands on his stomach and relax my head against his shoulder. "I've liked you for ages, I probably noticed it about two months after I arrived and I didn't think you'd feel the same back." My voice shakes with nerves. He lays his hand against my check and carefully rubs his thumb against them.

Not being able to control myself I throw myself on him. Wrapping my arms around his neck the height difference is quite a difference. Pain bolts across my shoulder as he pushes me once again but instantly I here pop. "Daryl stop!" My voice whales in pain. He pulls himself away, "what happened? Did I hurt you?" His voice violently shakes. "I think the stitches in my shoulder have popped." Once again my stupid self was mucking around with my knife and forgot about it with me ending up falling over my own feet and landing on the knife.

I couldn't even take a breathe before Daryl sweeped me off my feet and ran back to his bike. "You gonna be able to hold on?" He doesn't sound that confident. From trying to bare the pain I can't speak a single word so instead I nod my head. Wrapping my arms around his torso I bare my teeth down. His whole body is tense and I don't think there's no part of it that's relaxed even his mind.

Jolting forward the motorcycle instantly comes to a halt. My whole body's gone numb, from head to toe. As I try to unwrap my arms from around Daryl I can't hold my body weight up and unbearably my body weight hits the floor making the pain shooting round my body twice as worse. Trying to get my vision back, Daryl's standing over me looking me right in the eyes. From the impact to my head my sight soon starts to spin and quickly makes me feel like I'm about to throw up whatevers in my stomach back up. Then everything goes black from the pain and I spin off into an unwanted sleep.

"Sophie? Sophie please wake up!" A voice abruptly appears in the darkness. Forcing my eyes open I can barely see until my vision finally adjusts to the lighting. Look over Daryl's sat on the edge of my bunk with his hand on my knee. "Hello?" My voice doesn't sound louder than a mouse. In a blink of a second his head automatically turns to face me and a gleaming of light dazzles in his eyes. "Ya scared me for a while. I thought you were gonna be gone for longer." He keeps his voice low while I'm still adjusting to everything. "What happened?" I question, not remembering anything. "Ya cut your stitches open on your shoulder and when we got back ya fell of my motorbike and passed out from the pain and banging your head on the floor kinda hard." He shuffles up next to me and puts an arm around my shoulder.

My shoulder feels like it's on fire and someone's sturing hot lava in the wound. Glancing up at Daryl he looks me in the eyes with his amazing blue eyes and gently kisses me on the forehead. "Please don't do that again!" He whispers in my ear whilst he puts a loose hair behind my ear. "I'll try not to." I cough the words out. He looks at me then rests his chin on the top of my head. I can hear his heart beating and its the most satisfying thing I've heard for a while. It gives me the comfort that he's alive and actually next to me... Just because at this point in time I'm not one hundred percent sure if I'm actually awake.

It seems like my whole life is now involved with me blacking out every once in a while. Ever since this apocalypse began my life hasn't been the same, it's the same with everyone else. I don't know if my parents are alive or my brother. It was my idea to come out here with my friends for a holiday and now I don't even know if they're alive. I ran away from them and its unlikely that I'll ever see them again. It's all my fault and I feel like I should be alive because I don't deserve to be alive. I try to climb to onto my feet, by my whole body spins and I fall into Daryl.

I just want to get away from this place, it doesn't feel like home anymore after I woke up, I care about the people who live here dearly but I don't think I can put up with feeling like I don't deserve to be here much longer.

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