The world has ended and there's more people dead than alive, and somehow Andie has ended up completely and utterly alone. Nowhere is safe, but she can't keep running. And after captivity turns to friendship and love, the teenager must decide what di...
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The door to the barn opens, and again Andie doesn't make any indication that she's noticed his arrival. Daryl walks over before kneeling beside the brunette, and the corner of her mouth twitches into a smirk.
"Howdy, Dorothy." The teenager greets. "Any word from your friends?"
"Here's the pen and paper you asked for." He says, and she opens her eyes, blinking a few times before her gaze settles on the pen and notepad. "Were you asleep?"
"Eh." She shrugs as she sits up, and he notices what looks like a slight wince as he hands her the notebook.
"How old are you?" He asks, and she lifts her gaze to meet his. "You seem a little young to be so calm in the face of all this."
"Eighteen." The brunette tells him. "But don't be fooled, I was born an adult." She smiles before opening the notebook to the first page.
Daryl then walks over and sits by the door, in his usual spot. He looks at her for a moment before shutting his eyes and leaning his head back, his arms crossed over his chest.
As soon as she finishes with her letter, the teenager pulls the envelope from where it's stuck in the back of the notebook. She tears out the sheet of paper, folds it, places it inside the white envelope with a photo from her back pocket, then she seals it.
"You seem pretty comfortable for someone playing prison guard."
"Am I supposed to be afraid of you?" Daryl questions as he lifts his head and looks over at her.
"Isn't that why I've been sentenced to death?" She quirks an eyebrow. "Because I'm such a danger, and your people are afraid."
"You came along at the same time as Randell, and they know that he and the rest of the group are dangerous." He tells her. "If they admit that you might be different, then they'd have to consider that maybe he is too. Feels like a double standard to them, I guess."
"Punished for the sins of another." She lets out a humorless chuckle. "Try not to hold it against them too much. It's not exactly the first time."
"Sounds like you should've learned to make better friends."
"My friends weren't the problem the first time." She tells him. "They were targeted for who they were, for things they didn't ask for. The people who hurt them simply refused to see past the surface. Most people can't accept that old saying — there's more than meets the eye."
He thinks for a moment before asking his next question. "Why haven't you tried to run?"
Andie smirks as she looks at Daryl. "You leave and you lock the door behind you. I don't think the corpses have learned to pick locks yet." She tells him. "If I run from here, I go back to balancing on branches and tying myself to tree trunks. This is the safest I've slept in a long time."
