“Daryl, who’s that?” An Asian guy asked as Daryl and I walked up into their camp. I stood slightly behind Daryl trying to shield myself from their eyes.
“Chelsea,” He grunted, laying the string of squirrels down on the ground and stepping away from me.
They all stared at me, accessing me. There was the Asian guy who seemed pretty close to my age, an older woman in her late thirties maybe with short grey hair. Behind her stood another woman with long wavy brown hair and beside her were two men. The first had dark brown wavy hair with slight stubble on his face. He was glaring down at me almost as if I were there to attack them. Which I know could be a possible thing, but I’d never do something like that. The guy next to him was a muscular black man.
“Hey, Chelsea, I’m Glenn,” The Asian guy spoke, offering his hand to me.
I looked at him for a moment before shaking his hand. “Hey, Glenn. I’m Chelsea Quinn. It’s nice to meet you.” I smiled at him as we released hands.
“Why’d you bring her here?” The man with the wavy brown hair sternly questioned.
Daryl didn’t say anything. He just kept his back to everyone as he started cleaning the squirrels. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t let him get in trouble with his group for my sake.
“He saved me,” I spoke up, all eyes returning to me. “I followed him back; I didn’t want to be out there by myself anymore. But if it’s such a problem, then I can leave.” I stated, adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder.
“We can’t just leave her out there by herself. She’s a kid!” The grey haired lady spoke, turning her attention to the wavy haired man.
‘He must be the leader,’ I thought. I fidgeted back and forth waiting for his decision.
After a few awkward moments, he finally sighed. “Do you have any weapons on you?”
“Uh, yea,” I raised an eyebrow at him as I pulled my knife and gun from their respective places. “Who in the world isn’t armed?” I questioned as I showed him.
He snatched the gun from my hands. “Hey, what the fuck! That’s mine!” I shouted.
“We can’t be carryin’,” He stated, walking over to a bag on the hood of a truck and placing it in there.
“Why not?” I asked angrily.
“Hershel, the man who allows us to stay here, doesn’t want us to,” He said walking back over. “And since you brought her back, Daryl, you can watch her. Make sure she doesn’t do anything.” He said, turning his attention to Daryl who sat by a fire and was cooking the squirrels.
“I ain’t no babysitter!” He shouted angrily.
“Then you shouldn’t have brought her back,” The man said walking off with the woman with the long hair and the other man following after.
Daryl glared at me as he sat back down next to his fire. “Don’t make me regret savin’ your ass.”
I quickly nodded and he turned his attention back to the food.
“Don’t mind them. We’re all a little on edge with new people.” The grey haired lady said. “I’m Carol by the way.” She smiled as she turned to walk away.
“So, I guess I’ll show you around,” Glenn said after a few moments of awkward silence between us.
“Sure. So who were they?” I asked, motioning to the three people that had walked away.
“That was Rick, his wife Lori, and T-Dog. Rick’s like our leader. He’s really nice once you get to know him. So is Lori. T-dog’s pretty cool. Oh that over there is Carl; Rick and Lori’s son.” Glenn pointed over to a boy no older than thirteen who was walking over to his parents.
“Hey, Glenn, who you got there?”
I looked up on top of an RV and saw an older man, a man with shaved dark hair, and a blonde lady all staring down at us.
“This is Chelsea. Daryl saved her and brought her back here.” Glenn said smirking.
“Really? Daryl?” The blonde asked as she and the others climbed down.
“Yeah. Is it really that hard to believe?” I asked.
“Daryl’s not really a people person so it comes as a shock that he would save someone.” The older man said. “I’m Dale. It’s nice to meet you, Chelsea.”
“Nice to meet you, too,” I said, shaking his hand.
“Shane, and I don’t blame Daryl for saving you. You’re cute.” His eyes roamed over my body, taking in my shirt that was too big, my skinny jeans with holes, and my converse clad feet before resting on my face (http://www.polyvore.com/chelsea_quinn/set?id=110773529) .
“Um, ok. You stay over there and I’ll stay over here and if you cross this imaginary line,” I pretended to draw a line between us, “I’ll cut your junk off with a rusty wooden spoon.” I smiled up at him as he just continued to smirk down at me.
The blonde roared with laughter before slinging her arm around me. “I like her. I’m Andrea.”
I smiled at her as Dale looked over our shoulders. “Looks like supper’s ready. Come on, let’s go eat.” We all made our way back to the fire that Daryl had started and I now noticed logs placed around it for us to sit at. I looked around me, before hesitantly sitting in between Glenn and Daryl and being handed a plate of squirrel meat and beans.
‘Well it’s better than nothing,’ I thought as I began to dig in.