Karma's a bitch {Daryl Dixon}

95 || The damned

I rest in my tree, mud smeared across my face. Everything is different now. Everything has changed from the beginning. I chuckle, looking back on how I was in the beginning. I would give everything to go back, to be free, to live my life a better way.

...No.

I wouldn't give up my life now. I can't. I've made it this far. I promised I'd stand by Rick's side until I die. I promised. I hate making promises but I did. And I'll keep it. I'll try my hardest. I can and I will.

I've I can't stop now, I won't. I have to keep going.

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I look out as the sun rises over the hills. I finish off my apple and toss it far into the woods.

I climb down from my tree and smear some more mud over my cheeks, giving myself cover. A watch as the cars speed into the gate and to the next station.

"Here we go," I tell myself, grabbing my sniper.

I leap into the back of a truck and they bring me inside the gate and right to the front.

Outside sits over a dozen people. They just sit there, not expecting anything.

The man who drives the car reaches back and hands me an automatic gun. I smile, taking it and leaning over the barricade that blocks me from the sight of the enemy.

We speed towards them and I begin to rapid fire,
Hitting anything I can as they all run for cover. They all use the small gap in the metal wall on the car to shoot at anyone.

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We begin to get out of our cars and continue to push our way towards the building.

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Pain.

It's all I can feel.

Why?

I... I don't know.

All I remember is...

"Spread out!" I shout to everyone. "Watch for breaches! We keep 'em locked in, they got bigger problems than us."

I laugh evilly as I run from the firing and to the next post, where the weapons are hidden. All of them. My feet gently tap against the concrete. I grip onto the sniper in my arms and make it to the tree line, watching two guards stand in front of the doors.

I watch them like a lion watches their prey. I suck in a quick breath, shooting them both quickly. Their blood sprays on the doors and their drop.

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Rick, Daryl, and a few others march into the building, Rick yet again ignoring my presence. To him, I'm becoming a ghost. I growl to myself, brushing off my anger and make my way inside.

I quietly work my way through the building. I never realized how toxic people are into now. What can I say, I am too but it's okay.

My steps are pure caution, I listen as the others make their way around the building, I listen for their steps and hear Rick and Daryl.

I slowly and quietly make my way to them.

"Guys," I call, from around the corner

"Karma?" Daryl asks

I move around the corner and look them with a smile. Rick, for once, acknowledges my presence. Daryl pulls me into a hug. From over Daryl's shoulder, I look at Rick, wanting so badly to yell at him for not letting me kill Negan when I had the chance.