That evening Daryl and Jasper were heading down to the showers to wash all of the animal blood and guts from their bodies. They had just returned from a successful hunting trip, and even though he was 9 years old, Jasper was proving to be a quick study. He was light on his feet, quiet and he was quick. Jasper had caught a total of 10 squirrels with his bow. Daryl couldn’t have asked for a better hunting partner. He was damn proud of the boy. As they rounded the corner, almost to Merle and Beth’s room, Daryl quickly grabbed Jasper as a big leather boot went flying past their heads, hitting the wall beside them. "Get out!" a loud, angry female voice screamed, followed closely by the sound of something metal hitting the wall inside the room and crashing to the concrete floor. "Come on now, sugah…" the male voice said placatingly, trying to soothe the obviously irate woman. "Fuck you Merle, and the motorcycle you rode in on!" she screeched at the top of her lungs. Daryl pulled Jasper closer to him, as more clothes, books and shoes went flying out of the room. "Damn it, Beth…stop doin’ that shit!" Merle growled. "I want you out of my room. Now!" she yelled at him "Yer room? This is my room. I had it first sugah tits." Merle replied sarcastically. Daryl shook his head. The man didn’t have the sense that God gave a turnip. "Oh it is, is it?" Beth said in a dangerously low tone. If Daryl were Merle, he’d be getting the hell out of dodge right about now. He was well familiar with that tone from Carol, and when a woman used it in on your ass, you’d better shut your trap and skidattle. But, no one had ever accused Merle of having the brains in the family. "Calm down, Beth. This can’t be good fer ya." he said soothingly, "Wait a ... ... middle of paper ... ...rol looked over at him, he was standing in the doorway looking down at his feet, the heels of his boots scuffing against the concrete floor. He was hesitating, unsure of what to make of the women’s tears. Carol glanced over at Beth and rolled her eyes. Men. Scared to death of a woman’s tears. She got up and walked over to him, grabbing him around the shoulders, hugging him tight. He glanced up at her as she ruffled his hair, “Not too much longer, baby.” she told him gently, bending down to kiss his forehead. She walked back over to the stove to continue fixing dinner when she heard him ask, “Mama, what does knocked up mean?” Carol dropped the pan she was holding, the loud clang echoing around the kitchen. She turned her head to scold him for using such coarse language, when she saw Beth’s eyes roll back in to her head and her body hit the floor. She was out cold.
Robert's encounter with the coyote is a significant step in his understanding of animals and, in turn, this leads to a greater understanding of himself. For Robert to be a soldier, it is important for him to see the point of view of a hunter. He learns from the coyote that a hunter must be generous and kill only in order to survive ("Animals and Their Significance" 1). Robert follows the coyote and watches as it passes two gophers and does not even "pause to scuffle the burrows or even sniff at them. It just [goes] right on trotting--forward towards its goal" (26). The coyote seems to sense Robert's connection with animals and realizes that he is not a threat. This is why the coyote continues to let Robert follow behind when it knows he is there. They drink together at the river, enjoying a "special communion" (Pirie 73). Then the animal tries to communicate with Robert by barking at him, "telling Robert the valley [is] vacant: safe" and then barks another three times to announce its departure (28). When Robert returns to the base, he pays the price for his time with the coyote and is confined to the barracks, but the experience has a profound impact on him. In his confinement, he feels as if the coyote has become a part of him, and he wishes "that someone would howl" (28).
One day while dusting the funiture, Annie decided to take down her father's gun and clean it. A few days later, she saw a squirrel running in the field. Excitedly, she took down the gun and loaded it. She hastily aimed and fired. To her suprise, the squirrel was cleanly shot though the head, even though she was only 8 years old! Annie's mom liked having the meat for dinner, but the family's Quaker religion opposed violence. Annie had to promise never to use the gun on someone.
“No!” Heller roared, not able to believe his eyes. “Kid you’re going to be alright…”
throw when he leaped at her arm and wrenched the pearl from her. He struck
Before he could ponder any further a heavy hand fell on his shoulder. Demetrius’s chest seized in fear. He threw his head back to view the culprit to be none other than Zoe, the other slave of the house. Demetrius sighed and placed a hand over his heart. Zoe shook her head condescendingly and pointed behind her in a gesture for Demetrius to get back to work. Demetrius didn’t fight the suggestion and stood easily. The two quietly pitter pattered down the hall and down the stairs to the
Lynette shot him a glance and went on with her story, dropping her voice to a loud whisper. “The most horrible part...” she paused, “she had cow manure crammed in her mouth.” A couple of women gasped. “With that silly wig half off and all the damage, Adam could hardly recognize her.”
Overall, Daryl is another heroic figure in The Walking Dead. With his adept skills in surviving and hunting, Daryl eventually becomes a valued and respected member. Despite his hateful feelings toward Rick, for leaving his brother behind, Daryl is able to get along with Rick and establish a friendly attachment toward the group. Perhaps, the absence of Merle had led Daryl to find new light and friendship with the other fellow survivors.
Jake screamed and ran out, crashing into the witch and sending her head first into a pod full of purple goo.
He had poured himself a drink of whiskey.He had sat down in his chair, watched Mary.They had sat. Patrick had begun to get up to make himself another drink, although Mary quickly jumped up to offer him another drink. He scowled for her to sit down. There was a long pause in the conversation. Patrick had, later, stood up, as well as looked as though he had bad news to tell his loving wife. Patrick told Mary he was to leave. Minutes of mindless explaining from Patrick had happened. After it all, again, there was long pause as Mary stared in shock while Patrick stood in distress. Mary had stood up in shock insisting on making dinner. Patrick had refused to eat it, telling her in advance. She still went to the freezer, picked up a leg of lamb, frozen. She slowly walked over to the back of Patrick. Without thinking, Mary had swatted the back of Patrick’s head as fiercely as she could, releasing all of the anger with the sadness she had received from the man that day. She stood, watched him fall. Mary’s mind was racing with thoughts of the future. She quickly turned on the oven along with placing the leg of lamb in. Later, she touched up on her makeup, at that point, headed toward the
Brian finds it difficult to understand the value of life on the prairie after the death of a pigeon and Brian’s dog Jappy. Brian was first introduced to death
Jake, Lucy’s neighbor was a well-educated kid. He was 15 years old and lives in an old timber house with his parents. Jake’s father was a farmer and had lived in the area since he was a lad. The area seemed to be haunted since creepy tales about all sorts of beasts was told. People even claimed that they were awakened some nights by a howling. Mostly people believed that it was a feral dog but Jakes father incised that it was a wolf, a ghost wolf. He was sure since he had seen a wolf in the forest when he was in Jake’s age, but none believed him. He kept telling his son about the wolf and Jake wanted to find out the truth. Lucy knew about Jake’s curiosity, at the same time as she decided to escape from her unbearable father. So she lied to get Jake by her side on the endless escape from the futureless community. She said that she knew where the wolf’s lair was. Jake got even more curious and joined her wolf hunting-adventure.
She stared in morbid fascination at her life draining away, violent sobs ceasing at the sight of each bloody drop. The blood soon coated her artist’s hands, then her leg, and finally the carpet underneath her. Realizing this was it, all the pain was finally going to be over, that no one would ever be able to throw cruel remarks her way again, she stretched out on the floor of her room, spreading her arms out in a twisted version of a snow angel. Red soaked the carpet, faster than she dared hope and dared believe, and letting out a twisted laugh, she sent one final ‘fuck you’ to all those who had said she was too weak to do anything for
... John spits in the woman's face. "YOU MONSTER. WHERE IS SHE?" She stands up and walks into another room. A few moments later, she returns. Allison holding her hand. Horror fills him when he sees what they have done to her. Her eyes are gone. She is like them. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?" He screams. "Allison, honey! Come here! It's me, honey! It's daddy!" She runs to him and hugs him. Relief fills him as he hugs her. However, that relief soon turns to terror as he feels teeth sink into his neck. He gasps for air and spits blood out of his mouth. He closes his eyes, and then all that is left is darkness. “He knew too much, and we couldn’t risk him remembering on his own. Poor guy. And well… we wouldn’t want our new little girl to starve would we? She’s got quite an appetite.” She grins as she watches the young child rip the flesh off of the man she once called “Dad”.
“Sir! Sir! are you alright you were thrashing around as if you were having a nightmare!” he said, his blonde brows twisted in a frown.
She strode right up to Patrick, and halted just short of him. Not a word was exchanged for a full minute, the two just looked at each other, a battle of wits. Patrick was the first to speak. "Waddaya want?" he said with a sneer. "What’s in the box Patrick?" she thundered, as if the voice of God. "None of your business!" He retorted. He was "dead", what was going wrong in his head, she had at least two feet on him, and her arms could crush him like a worm in pliers.