When the dead roam - (Daryl Dixon)

Chapter 99 - You said I could do it

Bullet after bullet left her gun. In all her post apocalyptic life, she'd never killed as many people as she had in the last ten minutes. She traded her pistol for a machine gun that she'd taken from the dead body of a Saviour and she ran behind Daryl, barely more than a meter apart. Her eyes scanned the sides streets, searching for Negan, ready to take him down but at every turn she was met with one of his followers.

"Go, I'm right behind you" she shouted over the gunfire.

Louise took off to her left, down the back alley beside her house and scaled the walls. An armed saviour stood at the end, her bow in hand. She approached quietly from behind, taking small steps until she was directly behind and the butt of her gun connected with the back of his skull. The sheer amount of force was enough to crack through his bone and blood poured from the wound almost immediately.

The bow clattered to the ground and Louise bent down to pick it up, a smile forming on her pink lips as she ran her fingers down the varnish.

"Oh you absolute beauty" she swooned as she lifted the arrows from his back and wrapped the holder across her own. Just as the wood touched her jacket, a hand grabbed her shoulder and forced her backwards.

Louise swung for her attacker. Her fist connected with the side of his face, sending him flying but he kicked out his leg and swiped at her ankle. Before she could process that it happened her but hit grass and her bow skidded across her ground. She crawled towards it but his fingers clung onto her jeans and dragged her away. Lou kicked out with her other leg and the sole of her boot collided with his nose, breaking it on impact. Still, he dived forwards, his body directly on top of her own. Desperately, she reached out for her bow. Her fingertips grazed it's smooth surface just as his hands clasped around her neck. She tried to draw breath but was met by the blunt, tight suffocation of her wind pipe. The weapon was right underneath her, she could feel it tormenting her, willing her to try just a little harder but her vision was already fading. Louise shifted quickly. She crashed her knee into the attackers groin, twisted to the side, grabbed her bow and rammed the tip of it into his eye socket. He didn't even have time to yell out before death claimed him. His blood trickled down the wood and dropped silently onto her cheek.

Two more Saviours ran at her from the front, guns out. She grumbled loudly, barely able to catch her breath before she fired two rounds. The first male dropped quickly but she hadn't anticipated the third man that had run up behind. His long arms wrapped around her torso and squeezed but she threw her head backwards. Her attacker had already ducked. The male in front stormed towards her, his knuckles ramming into her eyes so quickly that it sent her vision blurry. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears and the sheer throbbing that radiated from her socket and down the side of her face was enough to force tears from her ducts.

"Grab the bow, Negan wants her alive"

Louise wriggled under his grip but it was no use. He was holding onto her so tightly she was almost sure he'd cracked a rib. Together, they forced her back the way she had came, towards the edge of the town where Negan was holding Rick and Carl hostage

"Lou-ise!" Negan sang as she was pushed further forwards by his gooney. His hand was a little too low on her back, wandering further and further siuth with each step he took behind her. "I was wondering where you got too girl"

The archer ignored him and snapped her head around to glare at the man behind her. "Stop pushing me. I'm walking, aren't I?"

He smirked at her and rolled his eyes, still insisting on keeping his skin uncomfortably pressed to her own.

"If you don't move your hand away, I'll break it off"

"Do as she says, Martin" Negan instructed, glaring at his 'touchy' solider. "Now"