My Guardian~ SUPER ROUGH DRAFT. THE EDITED VERSION IS NOW OUT

Chapter 2

  The sun woke Wynter up, as if it were a substitute alarm clock. She groaned and turned to see her brother was already out of the tent, Sighing she went to her duffle bag and picked out a black tank top with jean shorts, with black converses, Feeling satisfied with her look she stepped outside of the tent. She was greeted by pretty much everyone in the camp except for the few including her mother who was doing laundry down at the crystal clear blue lake. "Good morning Wynter here thought you might be hungry."  A woman with shaved head held out a plate of eggs for her. "Thank you um-" "Carol" the woman added to Wynter's sentence, "Where's my father and Glenn?" she questioned, she looked at Wynter sympathetically. "Your father and Glenn went back with Daryl and T-dog to go get his brother back." Wynter's heart raced. Going into the city was like a death wish. Thousands of walkers trying to grasp onto you at every corner. Wynter could tell Carol had sympathy for her but she didn't't want that all she wanted was for her father and the rest of them to come back safely. She forced a smile at carol. Not for the sake that she didn't like Carol but rather she was disappointed that her father would leave. "I'm going to go it was nice talking to you!" Wynter bid her good-bye and went back into her tent where she ate her food and wrote in her song book. Yes that was her talent. She could write songs and sing, only her family knew that though. She was often a loner and didn't really like to be around people alot. So there she sat writing for hours.

        Nightfall had begun to fall and they still were't back yet from the city. The group began to doubt secretly, but still they kept on praying that the 4  would return. Everyone was eating fish except Wynter, who sat on the sand beside the lake, washing off. She smiled to herself as she thought of the time when she taught Carl how to swim. She was ripped out of her thoughts by blood curdling screams. Swiftly Wynter picked up her bow and arrow and she raced to the camp. Horror filled Wynter. Walkers were everywhere in the camp. Even though she was fear stricken she pulled back her bow and started shooting the undead who tried to feast on her group members, "HELP ME!" Before Wynter could even react  a walker bit into a woman's pale white flesh causing the woman to scream in pain. The sight was horrifying but Wynter emerald couldn't peer away from it. Finally Wynter mumbled a "Sorry" and shot both of them. The rotting creature now toppled over the now dead woman, and Wynter continued on.

        Gunshots, screams and cries were heard throughout the whole camp. "Make it up to the R.V.  Shane's shouts echoed through her ears a countless amount of times, yet she still ignored it. "Wynter!"  A sudden excitement shot through Wynter. The men were back.  "Look out." Before she even had time to look she tumbled to the ground and a walker fell on her. Her screamed filled the air heavily. The creature had his arms on her shoulders, as did she. Every time it tried to go closer to her neck, she fought back by pushing it back. Right as it was a centimeter away from her neck it fell limp with an arrow through its head

The walker was pulled roughly off her and she stood up  and she looked up to see the most beautiful icy blue eyes, She stared at the man hard. He had a stubble, messy brown hair, a leather vest with jeans on.  "Thank you!" She smiled, he scoffed and turned his back to her revealing angel wings at the back of his leather vest. 'Yep that's Daryl Dixon" she thought to herself walking over to the R.V.

        The first thing Rick did was hug his family, Nothing mattered more to him than his family. The father, and leader knew that the best chance they had was to go to the CDC. At least he could only hope for what was best for the group. Everyone wept for the death of Andrea's sister Amy and then they went off to their tents and the R.V.  Though everyone went in their sleeping bags they knew they wouldn't't be getting any sleep.

        

        Wynter woke up miserable! But didn't everyone? Some never even slept. Who would? Only hours before they watched people torn apart by mindless undead monsters.  Everyone was working currently putting the walkers bodies, in the fire while they put the deceased in a separate pile to bury them soon. One of the most tragic deaths in the group was Amy, Andrea's sister. Andrea had been by her sister's side ever since she drew her last breath. Wynter glanced at her sympathetically, but was sort of glad it wasn't Her brother Carl, or her parents; Rick and Lori. A gunshot rang through Everyone's ears and they glanced at Andrea with her pistol, in hand. That was still pointed at her dead sister. Wynter looked in shock and looked down in sadness. Why did this have to happen to the world? Sighing she decided to work with Jim. 

        While dragging a dead walker she smelt blood, glancing at Jim's shirt there was blood staining his shirt. "Is that blood?" She asked the man. He paused and nodded. "It's nothing just a scratch from the attack." He insisted. "A walker got Jim!" She yelled alerting the group. Even though she felt bad for saying it , she needed to for the sake of the group.  Instantly everyone closed in around them. "Show it to us!" Daryl commanded. "I'm okay," Jim repeated. Shane and Rick got closer to him and Jim picked up a shovel, and started swinging it around. T-dog snuck up behind him and grabbed his arms causing him to let go of the shovel. Daryl came up and yanked his shirt up roughly to reveal a wound that had crimson blood, surrounding the infected flesh. 

        

        "What are we going to do with him." Wynter asked shakily, while the group stood in a circle trying to figure out what to do with the infected one. "We could go to the CDC i heard they were working on a cure." Rick suggested. "Yeah I heard a lot of things before the world went to Hell. I'm telling you Rick Fort Benning is our best bet. " Shane said. "You go lookin’ for aspirin, do what you need to do. Somebody needs some balls to take care of this damn problem,” Daryl Yelled while holding the pick ax and about to swing for Jim. Rick acted quickly and pointed his revolver at Daryl's head.  "We don't kill the living." He scoffed at Rick's words. "Funny coming from a man who just pointed a gun at my head." Shane stepped forward. "We may agree on some things not on this go on put it down." Daryl growled but slammed the pick ax into the ground. "We are heading to the CDC. So let's start packing after the burying memorial." Rick instructed which everyone nodded in agreement.

        After they got their stuff ready they started loading their things in the vehicles. "We aren't going" The Morales family spoke up. Wynter had only talked to them once or twice but she still cared for them. "Are you sure?" Rick and Shane asked in Unison. "Yeah we're sure we talked it over we have family in Washington." Shane sighed and took out a pistol for the family, in the gun bag. They smiled and bid their good-byes to the group and the little girl one of the member's of the Morale's family even gave Sophia, Carol's daughter her doll.

        "Daryl can Wynter ride with you?" Rick asked Daryl. Mentally Daryl sighed on the outside he nodded at his leader's request. "You're riding with me." Daryl stated walking up to Wynter, who was sitting on a log waiting to leave. She frowned, She knew this was her father, Who asked Daryl. Her dad was always protective but now it was like he was suffocating her with protection. It was bad before since her dad was a cop but it was worse now. The only good thing was is if he could set rules like this then he agreed to let her call him by his real name Rick. Sighing she walked to Daryl's truck and hopped in. Daryl got in and slammed the door. They were the last to departure the quarry camp.

        Silence took over them and Wynter wanted to break it. "Hey I'm Wynter. Thanks for saving me again. " He didn't respond to her and only kept his focus on the cemented road. "Hey I'm trying to make conversation!" Her voice was filled with annoyance from this man.  "I don't want to talk to you. You want to talk go talk to one of the people that actually care."  He replied. "Why don't you like to talk to people and do you like pushing people away??" She asked completely ignoring Daryl's reply. "Listen you don't know a damn thing about me so stop acting like you do." She glared at him and turned to the window. She glanced at him with Hatred, but deep down she knew she couldn't hate this man, it would be impossible. Little did she know Daryl thought the same. And he would do everything he could to keep her safe.