Karma's a bitch {Daryl Dixon}

41 || Tracks

Daryl's Pov

Beth and I are running from walkers. No ammo, nowhere to go, no food, nothing. We run through a field, pushing bushes out of the way. We have been running ever since the prison.

We both collapse in the grass, our breath is heavy. We haven't stopped running. We don't know where to go or what to do. For all we know, everyone's dead

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We are sitting around a fire. I don't even look up. I just stare into the fire and think of Karma. She would likely flip this damn thing off.

"We should do something," Beth suggests

I just keep looking into the fire

"We should do something." She repeats

I look up at her silently

"We aren't the only survivors. We can't be." She says turning her body to me

"Rick, Michonne they could be out here. Maggie and Glenn could have made it out of A block. They could've." She says determinedly

How does she have so much hope for this group? They're all dead. I look back down at the fire

"You're a tracker. You can track." She says standing up

"Come on. The sun will be up soon. If we head out now we can-" she stares at me

"Fine! If you won't track I will." She walks over and takes her knife out of the ground

With that, she walks off into the woods. I can't just let her leave. She's probably the only one left in the group. I get up and walk after her. I stop out the fire and kick some dirt onto it.

-time skip-

We are walking in the woods, trying to pick up any tracks people made. I look down and spot footprints.

"Could be Luke's or Molly's. Whoever they are it means they're alive." She says

"No. This means they were alive four or five hours ago." I tell her

"They're alive." She says sternly

Damn, this girl is very determined to find the rest of the group.

We go on and follow the trail. Seems like there are three people.

"They picked up the pace right here. Got out in a hurry. Things went bad." I say pointing at some tracks.

Looks like they were picking berries, dropped them and ran off, squishing them in the processes.

"Wouldn't kill you to have a little faith." She tells me

"Yeah, faith. Faith ain't done shit for us." I tell her
"Sure as hell didn't do nothing for your father."

She jerks her body towards me. She looks angry. Maybe I took it a little too far.

She turns around and looks at the berries. She starts picking them angrily

"They'll be hungry when we find them."

I hand her my bandana to wrap the berries in.

-time skip-

We keep following the trail. We find two dead walkers.

On a bush, there is blood.

"That ain't walker blood," I tell her

"The trail keeps going." She says, continuing to walk

"They fought them off." She says

"No. Got walker tracks all up and down here. At least a dozen of em." I say

The truth is, I don't have faith anymore. I don't have hope. My faith, my hope, it died along with Karma.

A twig snaps in the distance. Beth pulls out her knife and looks around.

A walker attacks her from the back. She tries to keep it away from her.

I pull out my crossbow out and try to shoot it. No avail, I can't get a clear shot. I drop my crossbow and pull the walker off of her. I throw it to the ground. She picks up her knife. I roll on my back so the walker is facing up. I grip its arms so it can't scratch her.

She stabs the walker in the head. I push the walker off of me.

We keep walking.

"Come on," I tell her

We keep walking through the woods until we find a railroad. On the side are walkers eating dead people.

I shoot two of them in the head. I walk over and stab one. Then the other. I walk away mad. They really are dead.

Beth starts crying. Oh god.

I don't know what to do so I keep walking. She just stands here crying, staring at the dead walkers

-time skip-

Beth keeps feeding the fire paper from her journal.

Who knows if anyone is alive. They could be dead for all we know. We haven't even found another trail. Maybe this isn't worth it.