Game Over: Chapter 6
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KAIYA'S POV:
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of someone chopping up wood.
Wanderer: *cringe*
Eric: What?
Wanderer: I imagined someone chopping up morning wood…
Eric: Wha-oh! It, ow…
Wanderer: I don’t even have one but it hurt. Would yours just grow back?
Eric: I… am not discussing this. *shifts uncomfortably*
I rolled over, but Glenn wasn't there. I went into mini panic mode, then realized he was probably already outside.
Eric: Maybe that medication was for panic attacks?
Wanderer: *shrug* I don’t even care anymore.
I searched through my bag for a brush and brushed out my hair then started looking through my bag for clean clothes. I pulled on a pair of jeans and took my T-shirt off, about to pull a green tank top over my head.
Wanderer: Why would you bother putting on clean clothes when you’re dirty? Ew.
Eric: Not everyone is compulsive about having to be clean to do certain things.
But, before I could even get it on, someone opened the tent flap and stuck their head in. "Kaiya, they-
Oh fuck!"
Wanderer: No one just sticks their head in a tent without saying anything first.
It was Daryl.
Wanderer: AND DARYL DEFINITELY WOULDN’T.
"What the fuck? Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" I yelled, trying to cover my exposed torso with the tank top.
He shielded his eyes and muttered, "How do ya knock on a fabric te- Never mind, the-uh… others, they sent me to get you."
Wanderer: (Daryl): Ugh, I saw teenage mosquito bites! *shields eyes*
Eric: Daryl doesn’t strike me as the type to be asked to run this kind of errand, or to do it if asked.
Wanderer: He’s not. Only person that could make him do what he didn’t want to is Merle, and later Carol.
BUTCHER CHARACTERIZATION FOR THINE OWN INTEREST: 6
I had the tank top on by the time he was done talking, so I said, "Its safe now. Thanks for comin' to get me."
Wanderer: The tank top owns a safe? What?
He nodded, removing his hand from his face, but I could see his blush
Wanderer: He’s a grown man! And you’re a fucking kid! He’s not going to be blushing like a school boy!
BUTCHER CHARACTERIZATION FOR THINE OWN INTEREST: 7
quite clearly and thought it quite endearing.
Wanderer: What makes her think she can be patronizing and condescending to Daryl? DO I NEED TO CUT A BITCH?
Eric: *fangs slip out at “cut”* Oops
OLD ENOUGH FOR A REAL MAN: 3
His face was hard, not letting any emotion through. But that blush gave his embarassment away.
Wanderer: Spellcheck, people!
GRAMMAR NAZI: 14
I pulled on my shoes and stood, walking out of the tent with him right behind me.
Wanderer: When did he get into the tent? I thought he just stuck his head in…
Eric: Why are you trying to be logical about this?
Wanderer: I don’t know…
Everyone was standing around in a circle again, getting acquainted.
Wanderer: KUM-BA-YA, MY LORD, KUM-BA-YA! KUM-BA-YA, MY LORD, KUM-BA-YA! OOOOOOOOOHHH LOOOOOOOORD, KUM-BA-YAAA! *takes deep breath to continue*
Eric: *pulls Wanderer into his lap and puts a hand over her mouth* Don’t move, and don’t sing.
Wanderer: *nodnod*
Glenn was still nowhere to be seen.
I frowned, but made nice and introduced myself.
Eric: She “made nice”? What teenager refers to socializing that way? I really want to kill her. She’s a pain in the ass.
It felt awkward being anywhere near Daryl for the rest of the day after I practically flashed him that morning. Thank God I at least had a bra on.
Wanderer: *pulls Eric’s hand down* Bras are like bikini tops, and I highly doubt Daryl has gone 30 years without seeing a girl in a swimsuit.
I was secretly glad that he left to go hunting about an hour after all the introductions were made. After that little activity, I sat at a table with Amy and Andrea. We just sat and talked about what our lives had been like before all this.
I noticed Andrea looking oddly at something just over my shoulder.
I turned my head slightly and saw Daryl sitting on the open tailgate of his pickup and watching us.
Wanderer: I thought he was out hunting?
Eric: He was really fast.
Wanderer: She doesn’t even follow her own story line.
He looked down at a crossbow in his hands when I looked up at him. I turned back around, blushing.
Wanderer: Why is she blushing?
Eric: He saw her in a bra.
Wanderer: *gasp* Scandalous!
What was it about me that Daryl felt the need to stare at?
Wanderer: (Daryl): Damn, I was trying to decide what use you had, and if I could get away with just shooting you with the crossbow.
I bet it was the zit on my forehead. With my luck, it had probably grown to a massive size and alerted everyone that it was soon going to take control of my face and set up some kind of zit camp. I frowned at the thought. That would be just peachy.
Wanderer: Ahahahaha! She’s lamenting on a zit!
Eric: I don’t understand the point. I doubt anyone cares about her zit.
"What's with him?" Andrea asked, looking at me and casting short glances over my shoulder at him.
I shrugged. "His brother can be a dick, but Daryl's not so bad. He's real quiet."
Wanderer: BOTH DIXONS CAN BE DICKS! Merle’s a racist bastard, and Daryl just doesn’t give a shit about anybody because he is used to no one giving a shit about him! Goddamn.
KNOW YOUR GODDAMN FANDOM: 7
Andrea shook her head. "That's not what I meant."
I gave her a confused look.
She leaned forward across the table. "I meant what's with him? He's been watching you like a hawk all day."
Wanderer: *twitch* Because Daryl has nothing better to do all day than stare at some self-absorbed teenager. Right. And his hunting trips only take a couple of hours.
BUTCHER CHARACTERIZATION FOR THINE OWN INTEREST: 7
I was shocked.
Wanderer: I’m shocked, too!
"All day?"
Eric: Even immortals have better things to do than stare at people.
Wanderer: Why do you stare at Sookie then?
Eric: I don’t. I merely keep an eye on her from time to time.
Wanderer: Uh huh.
She nodded.
"That's a little weird."
Wanderer: (Andrea): Daryl Dixon doesn’t give a shit about anyone but himself and Merle. Why is he staring at this annoying little girl?
Amy and Andrea nodded in agreement.
"Isn't he like 28 or something?" Amy asked.
Andrea nodded her head. "I would say somewhere around there."
"I'm only 16."
Wanderer: WHY DO YOU KEEP EMPHASIZING HOW YOUNG YOU ARE?!
I said, not realizing it came out until Andrea said, "Guess the youngest Dixon has a thing for children."
Wanderer: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
She stood up, about to walk away.
"Hey, I'm not a child!"
Wanderer: YES, YOU FUCKING ARE!
I yelled after her, blushing when I saw Daryl walking past, going into the woods.
He gave me a funny look but kept walking.
Wanderer: This is probably the most in-character thing he’ll do this entire story… *cries*
Eric: *pats Wanderer on the head*
I blushed and banged my head on the table. I picked my head up off the table and groaned.
"Hey, don't worry, Andrea calls me a kid all the time," Amy said.
"But you're 24!" I yelled.
Wanderer: Which, in this case, is clearly Andrea playing around with her sister. Sue, you really are a kid.
Eric: I thought Amy was only 18 or 19?
Wanderer: I guess she just acts immature. She turns 24 after she’s dead… also the Wiki says so.
Eric: Whatever. Everyone in this fandom is a baby. Even Dale.
Wanderer: That’s just because you’re ancient.
Eric: But I look very good for my age. *preens*
Wanderer: *facepalm*
She quirked a smile and said, "Daryl is kinda hot, though, huh?"
Wanderer: Amy thought the Dixons were gross. Almost everyone did.
I widened my eyes at her. "Amy!"
"What?" she giggled.
I looked over to where he was standing, scoping out the tree line. He had that black crossbow in his hand and rested up on his shoulder. He held himself with confidence. Now, in the sun I got a better look than I had last night in the darkness of the night
Wanderer: As opposed to the darkness of the day. Eric, you would know, is there a special kind of darkness at night?
Eric: Not really. It’s just… dark.
Wanderer: Alright, thanks. I think this is our first indication of purple prose, too.
GRAMMAR NAZI: 15
with only the glare of headlights to aid my vision.
Wanderer: Wait, wait, wait. She went to school for an hour, headed to the restaurant for the sole purpose of getting rid of Glenn’s dad and to pick Glenn up, grabbed shit at the house, and left the city. HOW THE FUCK DID THAT TAKE UNTIL DARK?!
His hair was dark, but it seemed it was almost a very dark blond.
Wanderer: It’s fucking brown!
From here, I could tell his eyes were blue.
Eric: Isn’t he constantly squinting?
Wanderer: Yeah, pretty much. He has very narrow eyes.
Eric: So how the hell can she tell his eyes are blue?
Wanderer: No idea. I looked at Google images of him, and it took several to find one where you can see his eye color. And in the picture I found, they look more green to me.
The sleeves of his shirt were torn off, revealing large muscles tensed under a layer of tanned skin. I was looking at him from the side, so I could also see that he was very in shape.
Wanderer: What does looking at him from the side mean?
Eric: I think she means he has no hint of a beer gut or something.
Wanderer: Oh.
He looked at us out of the corner of his eyes and we knew we'd been caught checking him out.
Wanderer: (Daryl): *sneer* What the hell you lookin’ at, you dumb bitch?
We giggled and hid our faces with our hands, looking at each other with OMG expressions.
Eric: What in the world is an OH-EM-GEE expression?
Wanderer: They were wide-eyed with shock and embarrassment. At least that’s what I assume the author meant. But the author is too stupid to bother describing that.
Eric: I see.
He lifted an eyebrow and raced off into the woods, going on his hunt.
Wanderer: Wait! I thought he already did?
Eric: He came back just so the girls could ogle him.
Wanderer: *grinds teeth*
Eric: Stop that, it’s bad for you.
Wanderer: So is this fic.
"I guess he really is pretty hot," I told Amy quietly. I was surprised. I had never really been one for giggling and checking out boys,
Wanderer: You told us the guys at school were creeps, therefore you checked them out!
Eric: Perhaps she was asexual until this point?
Wanderer: And, what, Daryl awoke her sexual desires??
Eric: *shrugs* I’m just suggesting.
Wanderer: Well, stop it. There’s no logic here.
but I guess the world had ended…
Wanderer: Yes, because it’s that unlikely for you-a teenage girl-to ever be checking guys out. Newsflash, older women do it, too! This doesn’t make you more mature than everyone else!
I ARE SPESHUL SNOWFLAKE: 21
Eric: This seems an odd place to stop the story.
Wanderer: Well Daryl left. Clearly there’s nothing else to talk about.
Eric: *grimaces* Where are all the other characters?
Wanderer: Gone, apparently. It’s only Andrea, Amy, Daryl, and the Sue. Although the show had a bunch of others, plus Morales’ family, Lori, Carl, Shane, Dale, Jim, Jacqui, Ed, Carol, and Sophia still around. BUT WHO CARES ABOUT THEM BECAUSE THE SUE DOESN’T WANNA FUCK THEM!
Eric: This story is insipid.
Wanderer: YA THINK?
BUTCHER CHARACTERIZATION FOR THINE OWN INTEREST: 7
GRAMMAR NAZI: 15
I ARE SPESHUL SNOWFLAKE: 21
KNOW YOUR GODDAMN FANDOM: 7
LOGIC FAIL: 11
OLD ENOUGH FOR A REAL MAN: 2
Chapters Remaining: 55
KAIYA'S POV:
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of someone chopping up wood.
Wanderer: *cringe*
Eric: What?
Wanderer: I imagined someone chopping up morning wood…
Eric: Wha-oh! It, ow…
Wanderer: I don’t even have one but it hurt. Would yours just grow back?
Eric: I… am not discussing this. *shifts uncomfortably*
I rolled over, but Glenn wasn't there. I went into mini panic mode, then realized he was probably already outside.
Eric: Maybe that medication was for panic attacks?
Wanderer: *shrug* I don’t even care anymore.
I searched through my bag for a brush and brushed out my hair then started looking through my bag for clean clothes. I pulled on a pair of jeans and took my T-shirt off, about to pull a green tank top over my head.
Wanderer: Why would you bother putting on clean clothes when you’re dirty? Ew.
Eric: Not everyone is compulsive about having to be clean to do certain things.
But, before I could even get it on, someone opened the tent flap and stuck their head in. "Kaiya, they-
Oh fuck!"
Wanderer: No one just sticks their head in a tent without saying anything first.
It was Daryl.
Wanderer: AND DARYL DEFINITELY WOULDN’T.
"What the fuck? Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" I yelled, trying to cover my exposed torso with the tank top.
He shielded his eyes and muttered, "How do ya knock on a fabric te- Never mind, the-uh… others, they sent me to get you."
Wanderer: (Daryl): Ugh, I saw teenage mosquito bites! *shields eyes*
Eric: Daryl doesn’t strike me as the type to be asked to run this kind of errand, or to do it if asked.
Wanderer: He’s not. Only person that could make him do what he didn’t want to is Merle, and later Carol.
BUTCHER CHARACTERIZATION FOR THINE OWN INTEREST: 6
I had the tank top on by the time he was done talking, so I said, "Its safe now. Thanks for comin' to get me."
Wanderer: The tank top owns a safe? What?
He nodded, removing his hand from his face, but I could see his blush
Wanderer: He’s a grown man! And you’re a fucking kid! He’s not going to be blushing like a school boy!
BUTCHER CHARACTERIZATION FOR THINE OWN INTEREST: 7
quite clearly and thought it quite endearing.
Wanderer: What makes her think she can be patronizing and condescending to Daryl? DO I NEED TO CUT A BITCH?
Eric: *fangs slip out at “cut”* Oops
OLD ENOUGH FOR A REAL MAN: 3
His face was hard, not letting any emotion through. But that blush gave his embarassment away.
Wanderer: Spellcheck, people!
GRAMMAR NAZI: 14
I pulled on my shoes and stood, walking out of the tent with him right behind me.
Wanderer: When did he get into the tent? I thought he just stuck his head in…
Eric: Why are you trying to be logical about this?
Wanderer: I don’t know…
Everyone was standing around in a circle again, getting acquainted.
Wanderer: KUM-BA-YA, MY LORD, KUM-BA-YA! KUM-BA-YA, MY LORD, KUM-BA-YA! OOOOOOOOOHHH LOOOOOOOORD, KUM-BA-YAAA! *takes deep breath to continue*
Eric: *pulls Wanderer into his lap and puts a hand over her mouth* Don’t move, and don’t sing.
Wanderer: *nodnod*
Glenn was still nowhere to be seen.
I frowned, but made nice and introduced myself.
Eric: She “made nice”? What teenager refers to socializing that way? I really want to kill her. She’s a pain in the ass.
It felt awkward being anywhere near Daryl for the rest of the day after I practically flashed him that morning. Thank God I at least had a bra on.
Wanderer: *pulls Eric’s hand down* Bras are like bikini tops, and I highly doubt Daryl has gone 30 years without seeing a girl in a swimsuit.
I was secretly glad that he left to go hunting about an hour after all the introductions were made. After that little activity, I sat at a table with Amy and Andrea. We just sat and talked about what our lives had been like before all this.
I noticed Andrea looking oddly at something just over my shoulder.
I turned my head slightly and saw Daryl sitting on the open tailgate of his pickup and watching us.
Wanderer: I thought he was out hunting?
Eric: He was really fast.
Wanderer: She doesn’t even follow her own story line.
He looked down at a crossbow in his hands when I looked up at him. I turned back around, blushing.
Wanderer: Why is she blushing?
Eric: He saw her in a bra.
Wanderer: *gasp* Scandalous!
What was it about me that Daryl felt the need to stare at?
Wanderer: (Daryl): Damn, I was trying to decide what use you had, and if I could get away with just shooting you with the crossbow.
I bet it was the zit on my forehead. With my luck, it had probably grown to a massive size and alerted everyone that it was soon going to take control of my face and set up some kind of zit camp. I frowned at the thought. That would be just peachy.
Wanderer: Ahahahaha! She’s lamenting on a zit!
Eric: I don’t understand the point. I doubt anyone cares about her zit.
"What's with him?" Andrea asked, looking at me and casting short glances over my shoulder at him.
I shrugged. "His brother can be a dick, but Daryl's not so bad. He's real quiet."
Wanderer: BOTH DIXONS CAN BE DICKS! Merle’s a racist bastard, and Daryl just doesn’t give a shit about anybody because he is used to no one giving a shit about him! Goddamn.
KNOW YOUR GODDAMN FANDOM: 7
Andrea shook her head. "That's not what I meant."
I gave her a confused look.
She leaned forward across the table. "I meant what's with him? He's been watching you like a hawk all day."
Wanderer: *twitch* Because Daryl has nothing better to do all day than stare at some self-absorbed teenager. Right. And his hunting trips only take a couple of hours.
BUTCHER CHARACTERIZATION FOR THINE OWN INTEREST: 7
I was shocked.
Wanderer: I’m shocked, too!
"All day?"
Eric: Even immortals have better things to do than stare at people.
Wanderer: Why do you stare at Sookie then?
Eric: I don’t. I merely keep an eye on her from time to time.
Wanderer: Uh huh.
She nodded.
"That's a little weird."
Wanderer: (Andrea): Daryl Dixon doesn’t give a shit about anyone but himself and Merle. Why is he staring at this annoying little girl?
Amy and Andrea nodded in agreement.
"Isn't he like 28 or something?" Amy asked.
Andrea nodded her head. "I would say somewhere around there."
"I'm only 16."
Wanderer: WHY DO YOU KEEP EMPHASIZING HOW YOUNG YOU ARE?!
I said, not realizing it came out until Andrea said, "Guess the youngest Dixon has a thing for children."
Wanderer: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
She stood up, about to walk away.
"Hey, I'm not a child!"
Wanderer: YES, YOU FUCKING ARE!
I yelled after her, blushing when I saw Daryl walking past, going into the woods.
He gave me a funny look but kept walking.
Wanderer: This is probably the most in-character thing he’ll do this entire story… *cries*
Eric: *pats Wanderer on the head*
I blushed and banged my head on the table. I picked my head up off the table and groaned.
"Hey, don't worry, Andrea calls me a kid all the time," Amy said.
"But you're 24!" I yelled.
Wanderer: Which, in this case, is clearly Andrea playing around with her sister. Sue, you really are a kid.
Eric: I thought Amy was only 18 or 19?
Wanderer: I guess she just acts immature. She turns 24 after she’s dead… also the Wiki says so.
Eric: Whatever. Everyone in this fandom is a baby. Even Dale.
Wanderer: That’s just because you’re ancient.
Eric: But I look very good for my age. *preens*
Wanderer: *facepalm*
She quirked a smile and said, "Daryl is kinda hot, though, huh?"
Wanderer: Amy thought the Dixons were gross. Almost everyone did.
I widened my eyes at her. "Amy!"
"What?" she giggled.
I looked over to where he was standing, scoping out the tree line. He had that black crossbow in his hand and rested up on his shoulder. He held himself with confidence. Now, in the sun I got a better look than I had last night in the darkness of the night
Wanderer: As opposed to the darkness of the day. Eric, you would know, is there a special kind of darkness at night?
Eric: Not really. It’s just… dark.
Wanderer: Alright, thanks. I think this is our first indication of purple prose, too.
GRAMMAR NAZI: 15
with only the glare of headlights to aid my vision.
Wanderer: Wait, wait, wait. She went to school for an hour, headed to the restaurant for the sole purpose of getting rid of Glenn’s dad and to pick Glenn up, grabbed shit at the house, and left the city. HOW THE FUCK DID THAT TAKE UNTIL DARK?!
His hair was dark, but it seemed it was almost a very dark blond.
Wanderer: It’s fucking brown!
From here, I could tell his eyes were blue.
Eric: Isn’t he constantly squinting?
Wanderer: Yeah, pretty much. He has very narrow eyes.
Eric: So how the hell can she tell his eyes are blue?
Wanderer: No idea. I looked at Google images of him, and it took several to find one where you can see his eye color. And in the picture I found, they look more green to me.
The sleeves of his shirt were torn off, revealing large muscles tensed under a layer of tanned skin. I was looking at him from the side, so I could also see that he was very in shape.
Wanderer: What does looking at him from the side mean?
Eric: I think she means he has no hint of a beer gut or something.
Wanderer: Oh.
He looked at us out of the corner of his eyes and we knew we'd been caught checking him out.
Wanderer: (Daryl): *sneer* What the hell you lookin’ at, you dumb bitch?
We giggled and hid our faces with our hands, looking at each other with OMG expressions.
Eric: What in the world is an OH-EM-GEE expression?
Wanderer: They were wide-eyed with shock and embarrassment. At least that’s what I assume the author meant. But the author is too stupid to bother describing that.
Eric: I see.
He lifted an eyebrow and raced off into the woods, going on his hunt.
Wanderer: Wait! I thought he already did?
Eric: He came back just so the girls could ogle him.
Wanderer: *grinds teeth*
Eric: Stop that, it’s bad for you.
Wanderer: So is this fic.
"I guess he really is pretty hot," I told Amy quietly. I was surprised. I had never really been one for giggling and checking out boys,
Wanderer: You told us the guys at school were creeps, therefore you checked them out!
Eric: Perhaps she was asexual until this point?
Wanderer: And, what, Daryl awoke her sexual desires??
Eric: *shrugs* I’m just suggesting.
Wanderer: Well, stop it. There’s no logic here.
but I guess the world had ended…
Wanderer: Yes, because it’s that unlikely for you-a teenage girl-to ever be checking guys out. Newsflash, older women do it, too! This doesn’t make you more mature than everyone else!
I ARE SPESHUL SNOWFLAKE: 21
Eric: This seems an odd place to stop the story.
Wanderer: Well Daryl left. Clearly there’s nothing else to talk about.
Eric: *grimaces* Where are all the other characters?
Wanderer: Gone, apparently. It’s only Andrea, Amy, Daryl, and the Sue. Although the show had a bunch of others, plus Morales’ family, Lori, Carl, Shane, Dale, Jim, Jacqui, Ed, Carol, and Sophia still around. BUT WHO CARES ABOUT THEM BECAUSE THE SUE DOESN’T WANNA FUCK THEM!
Eric: This story is insipid.
Wanderer: YA THINK?
BUTCHER CHARACTERIZATION FOR THINE OWN INTEREST: 7
GRAMMAR NAZI: 15
I ARE SPESHUL SNOWFLAKE: 21
KNOW YOUR GODDAMN FANDOM: 7
LOGIC FAIL: 11
OLD ENOUGH FOR A REAL MAN: 2
Chapters Remaining: 55