Chapter Four // {jordan's pov}

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"This needs ta be quick. No dawdlin' and most importantly no havin' sex in pharmacies, got it?" Daryl checked, quietly chuckling while glaring at Glenn and Maggie who are squashed in the back corner of the car.

Since the car only supports five people and we have six, four of us have to squash up in the back. I'm sitting on the left window side, next to me is Sasha and then Glenn and Maggie. Michonne is in the passenger seat and Daryl is driving. I honestly was starting to die from the heat radiating off of everyone. We're in Georgia, after all. It's hot and this doesn't help.

The car slowly pulled up at a small thrift shop in the middle of nowhere. I didn't recognise the area. We all got out of the car, one by one. Us four in the back stretched from being squashed up on top of each other. It felt good to be in the fresh air. I could feel the sun beating down on me, causing beads of sweat to build up on my forehead.

"Let's do this," Glenn declared before knocking loudly on the thrift shop door. We waited a few minutes to see if there is any sign of life or I guess, the dead?

Daryl quickly shoved the door open and pointed his crossbow inside.

"Seems ta be clear. Make it quick, spread out in yer pairs, go!" he whisper yelled. I quickly caught up to Daryl and we headed down the aisle that contains jackets and warmer clothes. It wasn't that we needed them soon, but places like this could get raided by someone else and then when the time comes, we'll be freezing with nothing.

I passed Daryl a black bin bag and started filling my own with jackets and long sleeved shirts. Daryl's side of the aisle had trousers and track pants. We stayed relatively quiet and move fast. None of us want to be here any longer than we have to. Neither of us checked for sizing, anything would do. We'd make it work.

I could hear whispers from the other two pairs in other aisles, other than that, it was pretty quiet. Almost too quiet. I shrugged off the feeling of worry and moved down the next aisle with Daryl. Aisle 8. I looked up at the sign, hanging from the ceiling.

Aisle 8

Infant & Small Children's Clothing

I sighed and pulled out another bag.

"Just fill the one together, we don't need that much for Judith," I told Daryl. He nodded in reply before throwing in diapers. 

I turned to my side of the aisle and saw a cute little pink dress. It's not practical in the given circumstances but it's adorable. I frowned softly at it, looking at something so pretty that's left here to catch dust was saddening.

"C'mon, shorty!" I sighed and rolled my eyes at the nickname that Daryl had given me because I'm a hell of a lot shorter than him. I grabbed the dress off of the hanger and threw it into the bag.

We repeated the same process for another few aisles.

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"Ahhhhh!" someone screamed who I recognised as Maggie. My police officer instincts kicked in and I went straight into action, picking up my bow and sprinting towards the noise. It was probably stupid, I knew in the back of my head that I could get hurt or trapped.

"Maggie!" I yelled out. I could smell the rotting bodies from a mile away. Walkers. I sprinted down aisle 3 and saw Maggie surrounded.

I quickly loaded my bow and shot the closest walker to her. I reload and shoot until they're all dead on the floor. I looked up at Maggie's tear stained face.

"Scratched, bitte-.." she cut me off, "run, Jordan!" I didn't turn around to look at what we were running from, I could smell them. Their smell was so distinct.

"Make a run for the car!" I heard someone yell, probably Glenn. I turned, running towards the exit. I was about four metres behind Maggie until a few walkers separated us. I screamed in fright and tried to find another exit. Unfortunately, the thrift shop was fairly dark and Daryl had the flashlight, not me, so I could hardly see. I looked around and decided that the only clear path that I had was the window. The window had a thick layer of dust on it, it only let in a little light. 

As I ran over to it, I shot an arrow into a walker's head that was getting too close for comfort. I pulled my desert eagle out and forcefully hit the butt of the gun on the window, shattering it into pieces. While I carelessly pulled myself out of the window, I realised that the car is gone. I screamed in frustration and jumped from the windowsill, landing on the dirt. I sprinted over to the road and saw the tail lights fading into the distance. Blood dripped from my legs and arms from the broken glass. 

They left without me...

I thought they cared...

They fooled me.

›››‹‹‹ {three days later}

I was at my most weakened state, standing outside the prison, in the dark. It was really late, possibly even morning. I didn't know whether to catch the person on watch's attention or to leave while I could. They left me after all. I haven't eaten in awhile. I ran out of arrows, I could only use my knife or my gun. It'd be stupid to use my gun, but I'm too crap at using my knife to hunt. Part of me wished that I had never came to this stupid prison.

I decided to make an appearance.

"Yo, whoever is on watch! It's Jordan!" I yelled up at the watch tower. After yelling, I realise how dry my mouth is. I was really thirsty. A shadow appeared at the balcony for a quick second before running down to greet me. I hadn't spoken in ages. It made me realise that I would've went insane if I didn't join these people.

"Jordan!" Carl screamed.

"Carl! Oh my gosh, I've missed you!" I told him. He quickly opened the gate to let me in.

"What happened? Why didn't you come back? My Dad is pissed at Daryl! Daryl is like depres-," the kid rambled on, I wasn't paying much attention. I started to feel dizzy, either from the lack of food and water or from seeing someone she knew. The black dots appeared in my vision while Carl was still going on.

"Carl..." I whispered before falling onto the floor, slipping into darkness.

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"She's not eaten in awhile. She's also quite dehydrated which explains why she passed out," someone said. 

I blinked a few times, allowing my eyes to adjust to the light. I glanced around my cell to see Hershel, Carl, Daryl and Rick. I just stared at Daryl, with no emotion at all. I was beyond mad at him. He left me. He didn't even try look for me! Daryl started to fidget under my stare before quickly sighing and leaving my cell.

"How're you feelin'?" Hershel asked me, his face resembled a look of concern.

"Fine," I replied shortly, staring at the wall before glancing over at Rick briefly.

"Can you explain what happened?" Rick asked, worry evident in his eyes.

"I got left behind," I answered with no emotion, again. Hershel and Rick exchange glances.

"It was an accide-..." I cut Hershel off.

"Yeah! Leaving me behind was an accident. I waited there for two days thinking maybe, you'd come back for me. I thought wrong, clearly," I huffed with anger, frowning at the wall.

"We were planning on going out to find you, but we experienced some problems at the prison whilst you were gone," Hershel explained. I nodded to tell him to carry on but instead, Rick spoke up.

"Someone was murdered."

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