4: Monsters

                                    

                                          



Hershel finally cleared me to leave his house. My shoulder still hurts like hell, but that's what I get for getting shot in the apocalypse. Hershel had grabbed the boombox from the bar for me since I wanted it so bad, but couldn't carry it myself. He gave me a lecture telling me that he's not giving it to me so I can do my Bar Crawls, but If he thinks that will never happen again, he's mistaken. I put it in one of our cars for safe keeping. You never know, we may need it out on the road.
Sophia noticed me walking to my tent, and decided to approach me. I could tell she was worried about me. "How are you doing Nora? Does it hurt?" She pointed to my shoulder.
"It does. That's the sucky thing about getting shot, bullets hurt when they go through you. I'm okay though. Just tired."
"You slept all night."
"Being unconscious, and sleeping are two different things, my Love."
"So can I ask why you did it?" Sophia asked. I looked at her confused. "Why'd you dance for them, then kill them?"
"Let me guess, you heard this from Glenn?" She nodded. "He's a damn Gossip girl. Yes I did do that, there was a reason. They were so focused on me that all their defenses dropped."
"How would dancing do that?" I was about to answer when I heard another voice.
"Ya, How did tha' help?" Daryl. Great thank you for popping up at this moment. He stared at me while skinning a squirrel he must've just killed. 
I looked back at Sophia. "You will understand when you are older sweetie. I promise."
"Okay I guess...." Sophia said before running away. 
I turned my attention towards Daryl. "Did you really need to ask that in front of the child?"
"I'm not the one dancin' and grindin' on people before blowin' their brain's outta their head."
"Jesus. Glenn needs to learn how to keep a secret." I rolled my eyes.
"So when I saved yer ass, was tha' the aftermath of you dancin' on somebody?" He asked.
I was triggered by his accusation. How dare he ask me that. I mean I probably could have solved it that way, but I wasn't going to risk Sophia's life with that possibility. "Are you fucking serious right now? No it wasn't." He grunted. "What? Got something to say, Robin Hood?" He glared at me. "I did what I did last night, to protect my family, to protect everyone here. You do not understand what that group would have done if they found this place. You don't know the shit I've seen. The shit I've lived through. So what if I gave the fucker a lap dance. It got both him and his friend to get comfortable enough to lower their weapons so I could kill them! So nobody here would ever have to feel the pain I feel every fucking day because of those mother fuckers. I....." Oh shit word vomit is a real thing. I just said way too much. I covered my mouth instantly. He noticed. I turned around and started to walk away, but he grabbed my arm.
"Wha' does tha' mean?" I stayed silent. "Nora!" He never called me by my name. It was always 'Princess' or the occasional 'Dumb Bitch'. I still stayed silent. "Fine. I'll jus' ask the kid." The kid? Carl? Sophia? No they wouldn't know anything. Daryl let me go and started walking away.
"What kid? Carl and Sophia don't know anything about it." I asked.
Daryl stopped and turned back to me. "Wha' kid? Ye brought his ass back las' nigh'."
"Look Robin Hood, I don't know if you remember but I was pretty unconscious last night." I pointed to my shoulder. "What the hell are you talking about?"
He rolled his eyes and grunted. "He was wit' the group that shot yer ass."
"What? They brought him here!?" Daryl Nodded. "Mother Fucker! We are not safe. We need to leave."