Trust Me | Daryl Dixon

Part 12

We soon came to a stop, behind Daryl, as we reached a road lined with small rundown stores of some kind.

"You ready?" Glenn asked, opening his door.

"I've been ready for a while." I replied, opening my door as well before we both got out.

"Me and Aaron drove by this place the other day," Daryl murmured, throwing a crossbow over his shoulder.

"Motorcycle and a crossbow?" I asked sarcastically, trying to hold back a chuckle.

"Excuse me, princess?" Daryl asked, aggressively walking towards me, "Ya got somethin' ya wanna say?"

"Well, since you asked-"

"No! Both of you-- we came here to look for supplies; that's it." Glenn said, cutting me off, "We need to stick together and get this done."

"I rather work alone, like I planned on doing before." I said, pulling out my knife, "But you two can do whatever you want."

"Liz-"

"No," Daryl cut Glenn off as I walked over to the nearest building, "Let her dig her own damn grave."

***

I banged on the window of one of the shops, staring through it to see if anything would respond; silence.
I then took the butt of my gun and broke through one of the panes of glass on the door, just enough so I could reach my arm through and unlock it.

The store was full of clothes and knickknacks; nothing that was really on the list, but I was still going to look around anyway.

I soon came across a small baby corner of the store, filled with some obviously donated toys and clothes, but it was better than nothing and I'm sure Judith could use a bit more of this stuff.

Once I put some clothes and toys in my bag, I headed over to the cashiers counter, knowing from working around one, for the short amount of time that I did, there was usually a first aid kit nearby, and sure enough, there was.

I quickly grabbed it, knowing that I really didn't need to spend anymore time in this place, before shoving it in the bag and making my way out of the store and onto the next.
I got into this one the same way I did with the other, except this one had an unwelcome guest that I promptly took care of.

I sighed as I scanned the small store that I was in; it looked like one of those family owned furniture stores that was always having some huge clearance sale.
I once again made my way over to the register, but instead of seeing another first aid kit, there were a few cans of food and a bottle of water-- not much, but definitely something.
As I packed the items into my bag, I couldn't help but think that these things probably belonged to the walker that was stuck in here when I first came in.. I wonder what happened to him.

I quickly shook off the thought, not wanting to get too deep into a strangers possible life, and made my way out of the store and onto the next.

Once I got in, I could tell this was going to have exactly what we were all looking for. I made my way over the white counter and to the cabinets in the back, before jamming my knife into one of the openings. After a bit of prying, the door finally popped open; bottles lining the short shelves.
I quickly looked through the labels, grabbing anything that sounded familiar or looked strong; filling the rest of my bag.

Once done, I began exploring the rest of the small pharmacy before I found a door that looked like it went into a completely separate room.
Hoping that it would wield more medical supplies, I turned the handle and pushed it open.

But what was on the other side was something I wasn't expecting.