Shy

The Brothers Chapter 1 (Edited)

I hate this. I hate this. 

No matter how many times I repeat this sentence in my head, it won't help. I have to. I have to kill a bunny to eat. That's how I survive. That's how I live. 

I frown and look around. A small sound by a nearby bush grabs my attention. I quietly walk over to the bush, careful not to step on any twigs or leaves. 

A small brown squirrel is stuck in a trap. It takes its last breath and stops moving. I feel tears prick the back of my eyes.

" Poor squirrel. " I look around. I can't take this. It's someone else's food. I sigh and move on.

Without looking, I step towards a large tree. 

I hear a snap, and suddenly I feel pain in my leg. I look down and see my foot stuck in a trap. 

I let out a small cry in pain and dropdown to the floor. I try to pull the trap off but fail miserably. I'm too weak. I haven't eaten or slept well in weeks. 

A growl from behind makes me freeze.

Perfect. A walker limps towards me. I reach for my knife and get ready. This day couldn't get any worst, could it? 

I ignore the pain in my leg and force myself to stand up. By leaning against a tree, I'm able to prop myself up and get ready to fight. 

An arrow shoots past my head and hits the walker, making a disgusting squelching sound as it hits its brain.

I slide down the tree, stabbing at the trap with my knife. I don't know who this person is but I doubt their intentions are the best. I've been around a few people post walkers, many of them are terrible people. Desperation causes people to do horrible things.

" Merle? Is that a... Lil' girl! " A man with arrows hurries to me. I pull away from the trap, begging it to let go of me. I grunt in pain and pull my hand away from my leg. Blood coats my hand, causing my stomach to churn at the sight. I hate blood. 

" Daryl? What the..." Another man walks towards us. The first man crouches and opens the trap. I crawl away from them.

" Do-Don't hurt me! Please! " I beg, holding my injured leg. 

" We're not gonna hurt ya kid. We wanna help ya. " He slowly walks toward me, holding his hands up in surrender. 

" Y-your not? " 

The man shakes his head. " No. Here. Let me take ya back to our camp. We have people who will help ya. " He explains. He slowly walks towards me.

I look at the other man. He's busy looking at the other traps. " F-fine. " I attempt to stand up but my leg can't handle the weight. " Ahh. " I seeth, tears forming in my eyes. 

" Let me see that. " He kneels down and tears open my bloody jeans. " Looks bad. We gotta get back to camp. Merle! " He yells at the other man. " Let's go. " After a few minutes of awkward silence, the man who I assume's named Daryl, breaks the silence. " What's ya name? " 

" Jesse. "