Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter One Hundred & Twelve•

M U T E D

Season 9

Bobbie's Point of View:
Daryl, Rosita and I drove off ahead to get a glance at what's up ahead, making sure nothing serious was going to happen or put the others in dangers. Once we returned, Rick and the others stopped the horses. Everyone hops off the horses and gathers around with the three of us.

"Two other herds merged into Silvia, so now it's even bigger. One of them came through here, and the back end took down the bridge. Took the walkie repeater with it." Rosita says. We all
Approached the large, broken bridge. Rick and I look below and see the water rushing by.

"What about Route A? Is that clear yet?" Daryl asks.

"It's still too close to the herd." Rosita shakes her head. We needed to find a way back home, this bridge was our shot, now it's gone.

"We can get to Alexandria from this side, Stu there till it passes." Michonne suggests.

"No." Maggie speaks up. "Route A has taken days to clear before. I need to get home to Hershel." I tap Daryl's arm.

"We could take Route D. It's early enough in the day." He translate for me.

"Keep an eye on the train route in case anyone else tries to move through." Rick says. "Gabriel, ya'll can head back to Alexandria from here. The rest of us-we can go to the sanctuary or Hilltop, stay the night and head off from there." Rosita hands me the black spray paint bottle and I shake it, popping the top off. I approach the largest sign and wrote BRIDGE OUT. I finally kneel down and grab my bag, walking to my bike.

Everyone continued on with the route, heading to either the Hilltop of Sanctuary. But we're stopped when the horses are causing trouble.

"Horses can't make through the mud. Maggie, they need a break." One says.

"We can leave the supplies here, send some back in a day or two." Maggie says.

"It's too risky." Michonne denies.

"We can swap out the horses, split up, take 'em out in the clear, give 'em a rest while we see what we can do about the trailers." Rick decides. Rick ties rope to the back of the wagon and we all get into position.

"I'm three. One, two, three." Everyone let's our grunts and groans as we pulled with everything in us. The wagon didn't move with us but it moved side to side from the way it was getting pulled on. I noticed something coming from the trees ways down. I whistled at Rick and pointed. Walkers began making their way towards us.

"We're almost there." Ezekiel announces.

"One more time." Rick says. "One, two, three." Everyone grunts and the wagon finally moved along with us.

"Good, let's get out of here." Rick declares. "Daryl, Bobbie." Daryl and I walk over with Michonne and we began taking out the walkers. Rick and Ezekiel began lifting the other two machinery through the mud and throwing them on the wagon. I turn back to the sound of the horse neighing and I leave Daryl and Michonne to the walkers in the back. I run over to the horse and try undoing the chains to prevent the walker from getting at it. The horse suddenly jumps up and runs a couple feet again, knocking me down.

"We gotta go. Leave the wagon!" Rick shouts as he pulls me up we both began running but I watch Ken stop and turn back.

"No. I gotta free her." He says and runs towards the horse.

"Ken, wait!" Shouts Rick. I run after Ken, helping him with the horse. As we both try undoing the belts and chains, a walker comes up behind Ken and bites his arm. The horse grows terrified and kicks back, kicking Ken in the chest. By now, everyone is finally with Ken as I tried detaching her from the wagon. A walker jumps from the bushes and startled her again, causing her to jump around and kick. I swing my knife back and kill the walker before taking the handle of my knife and smashing the locks. I finally slap the horses ass and she takes off running. I look at the others who sat around Ken but I'm suddenly yanked down to the ground and I'm dragging through the mud.