The Walking Dead, Fighter

Ch. 6 "Something wrong"

Daryl POV

Me and Merle are at camp, I'm skinning some of the squirrels I got,

"Somethins wrong," Merle said

"What you goin on about?" I asked

"Hayden," He said I see him watching her,

She was sitting under a tree, sharpening her arrows, and glaring at them

"Alright what about her?" I asked

"Tell me you don't notice? how she avoids pretty much any adult, hell she tried to get away from us at least three times," Merle said

"She's your typical angry teenager," I said

"You don't find it at all suspicious how she mentions nothing about where she came from? her family? anything?" Merle said

"We just met her a few days ago, why on earth would she tell us any of that?" I said

"Jee, I don't know maybe because we are the first people she's met that she didn't have to kill," Merle said

"I think the heats gettin to yer head," I said

"And I'm sayin somethins wrong," He said

"Just keep skinnin," I said

Hayden POV

I let out a sigh, why did I even tell them my name? was it weakness? was it because I felt vulnerable?

Whatever the case I know I shouldn't have, I glared down at my arrow,

I dont trust them, none of them, I can't trust no adult, not after what I had to go through,

You see my parents they were not friendly people, and just because I wasn't born a boy, they made it my fault, I spent every waking moment in pain, a few times I ended up in the hospital because of it,

and sometimes they would get creative with the beatings, sure the wounds healed, but I relive the nightmares Every time I close my eyes,

The look in their eyes as they delivered each blow, the pure rage they felt towards me, the night I left was the night everything changed, the dead didn't stay dead,

And thanks to the lessons my father gave me, I knew how to survive on my own, he made sure I knew everything about hunting, skinning, surviving, everything,

He would question me on certain things and if I got it wrong, well lets just say nothing good would happen,

I stand up,

Maybe I should get some practice in, since I'm stuck here,

I walked into the woods, with my arrows and bow,

I fairly far away from camp on my own, the way I like it, Hunting and tracking are my escape from things,

I see a cut little rabbit,

Mmm, Rabbit haven't had that in a while, I thought

I grab a arrow, as I'm crouched down, pulling back, I take aim, and release and the arrow goes through one eye and out the other,

"Damn, sweetheart that's some shot you got," I heard

I spin around to see Daryl