𝐍𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 | daryl dixon

- 𝟗𝟎

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     RICK THREW the keys off the guard to glenn, he opened the door letting the rest of the group wander in with their weapons raised.

     "check the doors. find the arsenal. we take them out." rick commanded.

     slowly, but carefully, everyone secured the hallways. rosaline keeping rhaegar close to her side until he was needed.

     their leader opened another door, daryl behind him checking their rear in case backup was needed.

     they wandered into a dead end, whilst glenn had the option to go through another entrance. the room they came into contained other sleeping guards, they were forced to kill them.

     rosa looked on confused, her bow still high in the air. she thought this place would be bigger, if it weren't for the fact that they needed to be silent, she'd say something.

     the german shepherd scanned through the maze of hallways with the brunette but there was not much to go with.

     suddenly, the blaring of an alarmed startled the girl causing her to jolt. the tip of her arrow faltering. this meant they were in deep shit. the leader would probably know of this now, if he was here or elsewhere.

     "what's going on?" the young woman queried trying to block out the sounds of the alarm.

     daryl rushed to her, dragging rosaline along, "one of them pricks set off the alarm."

     rick was the first to raise his assault rifle, firing at the newfound people racing towards them with ill intentions.

     he killed them, enabling them to run across, "go!"

     in the background, machine-gun fire echoed across the walls. the base definitely had heavy artillery - saviors were prepared. it turned into a gun-out in the halls.

     rosaline slung her bow on her back as rick chucked her a gun from one of the dead bodies. she wasn't going to find much use for arrows in this situation.

     she fired at whatever she could which was moving. rhaegar at her heel. it was stupid to pull him into the building; the dog was vulnerable and could easily be shot.

     eventually, it was clear enough to rush outside. by then, it was light. it seemed that there was nothing left of the enemy. rosaline sighed, wiping her bloodied forehead. the crimson liquid had sprayed all over her from the bloodbath.

     the girl approached the rv with exhaustion but not for long because the rev of a motorcycle stopped her.

     it turned out that someone had remained hidden and waited for their opportunity to leave. rosita fired at them, ending up hitting their shoulder. the man recoiled, flying off the motorcycle.