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We're Better on Our Own

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Emily was running through the woods of Georgia, her legs screaming with pain and her chest a burning nest of needles. She had been running from a pack of about 6 dead fuckers for about an hour now, and was fairly sure she was safe but was far too scared to stop.

Emily finally turned to look behind her and ended up crashing into what felt like a brick wall.

“ooff” Emily flew backwards falling none to gracefully onto her back.

She stayed on the soft ground too tired at this point to care what she had slammed into.

“What the hell!” she turned to the left to see a handsome shaggy haired man in a sleeveless button down, aiming a crossbow at her head.

Emily rolled her eyes and turned to face the sky again and instead found the face of a second older man looking down on her.

“Should watch were you’re going, there girly.” He gave a wide grin, grabbing her arm and pulling her up like she weighed nothing at all.

“You’re what I bumped into?” Emily braced her hands on her knees panting.

“Looks like” he answered lazily.

Emily looked up and caught him looking down her shirt. He was a big man in his late forties early fifties, still very handsome and well built. From the top of his head to the tips of his boot clad toes he looked like trouble.

“I thought I had hit a tree.” Emily straightened out and the big man finally decided to look at her face.

“I’m Merle and that’s my brother Daryl” he said motioning to the man with the crossbow.

“I’m Emily.” She said looking back at the man with the crossbow, she could have sworn he was checking out her ass but he was much more subtle than his brother.

“You by yourself, sweetheart?” Merle asked demanding her attention again.

“I was with my sister, but I lost her yesterday. We got separated trying to get out of Atlanta.” Emily held back the tears that threatened to fall, she would not cry, she hated crying.

“Where’d you lose her? What part of town?” Merle asked her. Daryl was silent behind her.

“I don’t know. I’m not from Georgia. I have no clue where I am and I sure as hell have no idea what to do in the fucking woods.” She glanced around exasperated.
“There were about six of those damn things chasing me and I just ran.”

Merle studied the girl; she was short, on the thick side but pretty with long reddish brown hair, held back in a messy ponytail. She looked to be in her late 20’s. He glanced up at his brother and got a quick nod in response.

“Well honey, sounds to me like you’re a city girl. We can’t help you find your sister if you don’t know where you left her but you can stick with us, if you like.”
Emily’s face lit up in relief and happiness.

“Really?! Thank you, I didn’t know what I was going to do, I thought for sure I was going to die out here.” She turned to look at Daryl, glad to see he had lowered his crossbow.

Looking back at Merle she gave him her biggest smile. She didn’t care that these men could be dangerous; she couldn’t even build a fire, she was dead meat out here on her own.
Merle watched the joy light up her face; she really didn’t have the sense to stay away from a couple of rednecks, he didn’t know if he found that endearing or annoying. Rubbing his thumb along his bottom lip he jerked his head in the direction of their camp.

“Come on girl, this way.” Merle took the lead and Daryl brought up the rear, leaving Emily sandwiched between the two bothers feeling safer than she had in days.