"She got broken pieces where her heart should be."
-April 13~Delaney Hicks
She brought me around the neighborhood and people crowed around me.
"Sweetheart , we're going to have to ask you to hand over your weapons." Deanna said.
I crossed my arms and shifted to one leg.
A man in a cop suit stepped closer.
"What's your name?"
I stayed silent.
"I'm Rick , It's ok we're good people."
I put my hands on my hip. "That's what they all say." My voice was raspy.
"If we were bad people why haven't we killed you." I frowned.
"Sex or maybe you want to know where my group is, if I have food somewhere or other weapons." I began to list reasons.
"You must have been though a lot ." A boy stood behind Rick .
"Get in the house Carl." I looked back at Rick.
"I'm Delaney Hicks I go by Danny I'm 17 and like to party." I said all at once with a smug look plastered on my face.
"Well Danny we're going to have to ask you some questions."
"Shoot."
"How many walkers have you killed?"
"I don't keep count"
"Guess."
"Low hundreds ."
there shocked expressions amused me.
"How many people have you killed ?"
"3"
"Why?"
"Rapped my Mom ,
Killed my Mom,
Rapped me."
Their faces changed from serious to worried and discussed.
"Look Danny I'm sorry-"
"Don't be it's not your fault." I stood up. "Now if that's all I'll be on my way."
"Wait you can't go."
I put my hand over my knife. "Why?" Rick pulled out his gun. "Put your weapons down." I gripped my knife firmly.
"Don't come at me and I won't come at you." I stated.
"What if you pass out again, if it wasn't for Glenn you'd be dead." Deanna pointed to a guy next to Rick.
"I wouldn't have passed out if I didn't fall while trying to hide from your men." I shouted.
"I'm sorry but we can't let you go kill yourself."
"Why do you care."
"Because we're human."
