Sequel to Fight, Love, Live
**Complete**
Riley Dixon has had an... interesting nine months to say the least. She killed her zombified ex, found her supposed-to-be comatose brother, made some new best friends, found the love of her life, and had a ba...
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Three Years Later
"Dale! Slow down!" I hissed, moving after the fast little boy running through the house in front of me. He glanced back at me, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he ran in front of me. I shouldn't worry of course, but it doesn't matter what I know I've trained him to do. He's tough, a tough little boy, but he's still only three and a half. He's still a baby. And it bothers me when he isn't right by my side.
"Dale. Stop, now." I hissed, and when he looked back and saw the glare on my face, he let out a sigh but stopped running, and waited for me to catch up to him. We were clearing out a house, making sure nothing was in it before we settled in for the night. A lot has happened in three years, but we haven't found a home yet. We've joined with groups, but it never lasts.
Something always goes wrong, and it's exhausting. And I think it's probably not good for Dale, all this running around, never settling in one place, never having something stable, but I don't think... I don't think there will be any different kind of life for any of us now. It's been too long, and nothing's changed. It's been almost five years since the start of all of this, and nothing's changed. I don't think it ever will.
"Alright buddy, there's one, can you get it?" I whispered pointing to the walker meandering towards us, and Dale raised up the small crossbow, pulled the trigger, and the arrow flew up into the walker's eye, dropping it to the ground.
"Nice job bud. How many is that?" I asked, looking down at the mini-version of Daryl, who stared up at me with his father's eyes.
"Seventy-two mommy." I nodded, letting a smile grace my face, but I knew it wouldn't reach my eyes. It never did anymore.
