rag doll | TWD

[9] judge, jury, executioner

school's out --- alice cooper

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[POV]

It'd been a week. JJ felt relief when she saw Rick and Shane drive off with Randall. He'd been gone for good at the end of the day, or so she thought. When the two returned with Randall that night, she felt sick. 

Her emotions ran rampant. She wanted him gone, but didn't want to tell anyone what we had done. She was nervous, angry, embarrassed. 

Daryl was given the task of interrogating the college boy, and he was doing a damn good job of it in JJ's opinion. 

JJ wasn't supposed to be there, but she was curious. She sat leaned against the barn doors, listening to everything that was being said through the slats in the wood.

"I told you-"

"You told me shit!" Daryl sat him up against the wall after the multiple punches he'd thrown. 

"I barely knew those guys. I met 'em on the road."

"How many in your group?"

Randall was taking too long to respond, so Daryl threatened his knife, "No, no, no, no, no - come on, man." He begged. 

"How many?"

"30, uh, 30, 30 guys."

"Where?" Daryl slammed his knife into the floor. 

Randall started panicking, "I don't know. I swear. We were never any place more than a night."

"Scouting? Planning on staying local?" Daryl held the knife to Randall's leg. 

"I- I don't know. They- they left me behind."

"Did you ever pick off a scab?"

Randall breathed heavily out of fear, "Come on, man. I'm- I'm trying to cooperate."

"Start real slow at first. Sooner or later, you just gotta rip it off."

Randall groaned, "okay, okay, they have weapons. Heavy stuff, automatics. But I didn't do anything."

"Your boys shot at my boys, tried to take this farm. You just went along for the ride? You're trying to tell me you're innocent?"

"Yes!" Randall snapped, "these- these people took me in. Not just guys, a whole group of 'em. Men and women, uh, kids too. Just like you people. Thought I'd have a better chance with them, you know? But we go out, scavenge- just the men." 

Daryl took a step back as Randall told, "One night, we found this little campsite. A man and his two daughters- teenagers, you know? Real young. Real cute. Their daddy had to watch while these guys- they- and they didn't even kill him afterwards. They just- they just made him watch as his daughters. They just- just left him there. No, but- but I didn't touch those girls. I swear!" 

He cut Randall off abruptly, ending his sentence with a swift kick to the abdomen.

"Please, please you gotta believe me man. I'm not like that. I ain't like that."

Daryl had heard enough, and decided to leave Randall. As he shut the barn doors tightly behind him and began to wrapped the lock and chain around it, he was stopped by JJ. 

She stood up, "Daryl, wait," brushing off the back of her legs from where she was sitting on the ground. "He's lying."

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"The hell you talkin' bout?"

"I just..." JJ pursed her lips, sighing, "can I talk to him?"

 Daryl scoffed, walking off, "You're out of your damn mind."