Never ending nightmare - 【Daryl Dixion】book one

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

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[warnings: language, sexual themes, gore]

Willow called out for Daryl once more but there was no response. It was silent aside from her breathing and shoes shuffling along the tiled floors.

She gripped the flashlight a bit tighter. Her hand tightly wrapped around the base. She was angry the least Daryl could have done was tell her that he was going off on his own, what happened to them meeting up in the middle after looking around.

When she found him, she was going to kick his ass all the way till sunrise.

Daryl had a way of getting under her skin. From the moment they met he was a dick, and it didn't seem like that was going to change. He needed an attitude check and Willow was happy to give him one. To him she was an outsider and to her he was a liability. She didn't understand why he had tagged along on this little run. She only came out because Charlie needed formula and blue was running dangerously low on dog food but now, they were in a hardware store and Daryl was nowhere in sight.

Willow blamed him. If it was just her and blue, they would've been back at the farm by now not out scavenging in the dark.

"Where the hell are you?" she gritted her teeth, her jaw set tight as she moved further into the back of the store.

As Willow neared a door, she heard low grunts coming from behind the door. She tightened her grasp on her knife. She placed the end of the flashlight between her teeth, the cool metal pressing against her chapped lips. She grabbed the door handle and slowly turned it, the door felt heavy as she pushed it open.

She moved slowly into the dark room, but the room was empty. Willow dropped her knife and sighed. The room was empty and dark. It looked almost untouched, a thick layer of dust covered everything in the room except for one spot on the desk that was placed against the wall, it was a handprint, a fresh large handprint.

She quickly drew her knife but whoever was in there had drawn theirs faster. The knife was pressed against her neck, an arm was wrapped around her neck pressing the knife harder against her neck. A body pressed hers, it was a man she could tell that much.

Willow hadn't gotten the chance to remove the flashlight from her mouth, a string of warm drool rolled down her chin and onto the person's hand to which they instantly moved their hand.

"Fuckin nasty." they hissed moving back.

Willow knew that voice. How could she not know that annoying voice? The voice that makes her want to slice off her ears and eat them. The voice that makes her blood boil to the point of almost combusting. It was Daryl's voice.

She pulled the flashlight from her mouth, the end covered in saliva. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand. "It got you to let go of me didn't it?"

Daryl walked around her so that he could go back to whatever he was doing previously.

"What're you doin back here?" He asked his back facing her as he fiddled with something on the dusty desk. "Where's your mutt?"

Willow fought the urge to hit him over the head with her flashlight. "He's up front waiting on us. I came looking for you."

"What for?"

Willow inhaled. "Because we actually need to get what we came here for which is baby food not hardware supplies that could have waited till morning or when there's another run."

Daryl said nothing and continued messing with something on the desk.

"Are you even listening to me?" She placed her hands on her hips. "Hello?"