"She wore her troubled past
Like scars -
She had been through battle
And though no one could see her demons
They could see the face that conquered them"
the walking dead season 2 - 4 | daryl dixon x oc | includes sexual content | realistic slow...
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ISABELLÁ
I HAD BEEN OUT HERE for less than three hours and I'd already killed 24 walkers. It was therapeutic, that's the only way I could describe it. With every kill I imaging Rio's face, wishing it was me who killed him, wishing I'd shown him who I truly was.
I knew I couldn't live in the past, regretting what I did or didn't do because that was a downward spiral in which I'd never get out of.
I was sat warming my hands up by the fire as I pulled my leather jacket around me tighter, waiting for my food to cook. I had managed to kill two rabbits on my hunt for the Governor. Unfortunately, no trace of him.
I picked up my skewered rabbit, ripping its flesh off with my teeth. It gets easier over time I guess. Never thought I'd be able to eat bunny but after Daryl made me kill one at the farm it's got easier since then. Can't say it's as good as rump steak, but it's food.
My mind always went back to Daryl. No matter what I was thinking of, he always popped up, which made getting over him ten times harder. I guess this was the main reason I wanted to get out of the prison. To take my mind off Daryl. Getting over Rio was only half of the struggle. Seeing Daryl every day would remind me of how shit men truly are.
After I finished my meal, I stomped out the fire, kicking gravel on top of it - preventing it from re lighting. I walked about 100m away from where my campfire was, I made sure to cover my tracks to stop anyone from tracking me. I put my foot on the base of a tree before beginning to climb it.
It's been a few months since I'd slept in a tree. I missed been alone, looking up at the stars with just my thoughts. I mean they were majority toxic thoughts, but, battling these thoughts was some what productive. However, I don't necessarily miss the comfort of the tree - because there was none.
I positioned myself so I had my back propped up against the main structure of the tree, with my legs out stretched in front of me on a branch. I put my legs into my sleeping back before wrapping rope around my legs and my waist, tying myself to the tree. It was to prevent me from falling out the tree when I fell asleep, unfortunately that had happening one too many times.
I reached behind my back, pulling out one of my knives. I pressed the point of my knife against the tip of my finger. I felt the prick of the cold metal before running my finger down the blade.
As night fell, the blue haze of day lifted to reveal the stars. When I looked up to the sky, I always felt a sense of comfort. It was something I could get lost it and remove myself from this shit world.
I began to hear unsteady footsteps from beneath me. Probably a walker.
I peered through the branches of the tree looking down at the forest floor beneath me. I noticed a lone man wondering through the forest looking down at the floor as if he was tracking. He carried a crossbow... This bitch!
