Living in the End || Blake Dixon Book Two

Chapter 6 || You touch her and I will fucking kill you.

Blake fiddled with her binds the best she could with the hood still being on her head. It was driving her nuts truly, the little light that got through did nothing to help her get oriented. It was hot under the hood and sweat dripped down her face. The ropes that they had used were burning into her wrists as she wriggled them around but she ignored it trying to get loose.

She stopped fiddling when she heard footsteps getting closer not wanting to hint at any ground she was gaining. The door opened with a creak and someone swayed up next to her. Then the hood was being pulled from her head and she squinted at the light. She blinked trying to get her eyes to adjust as a familiar chuckle sounded from beside her.

"Blakey, oh Blakey, you miss me?" Merle asked her, Blake bit back a scowl as her vision finally adjusted and she took in the form of her uncle. He was smirking down at her with his arms crossed. "You gonna tell me what I need to know? How I can get my brother back? Or are you gonna hold out on family?" Blake just grunted as she stared back at the man, he looked like he expected just that as he smirked at her. There was no way she was giving information to him, Merle Dixon is an asshole and his asshole friends will just hurt the people she cared about, her dad included.

"Oh, I knew you weren't a true Dixon. See us Dixons we understand family, blood. But you, no you are just like your mother. Ditching your blood," Merle told her. Blake knew he was prodding for a reaction, it was something he did often as she was growing up. Get her mad so he had some excuse to teach her a lesson.

"Like you know shit about caring about family. I am your blood Merle, like it or not, and you ain't never done shit for my dad. It's always all about you, you don't care about him, you care about you," Blake snarled out. Merle didn't like that immediately backhanding her with his normal hand.

"Mh, you ain't never learned you shouldn't talk back to your elders Blake. You are only half Dixon, it's obvious you ain't nothin' like me or your daddy. He should have dropped you the moment he saw you. Should have listened to me, 'cause I do look out for him. We would be thriving right now in this new world if it wasn't for you. We would have stole from that camp and been on our merry way, but instead we had to look out for a stupid kid that ain't no Dixon." Merle shot back as he paced around her.

"Fuck you," Blake spat back. Merle just laughed at her and stopped in front of her.

"Don't you worry Blakey, I ain't here to talk to you. The governor thinks it better that Sweeney takes care of you. I'm just gonna go chat with the china man and his little girlfriend. But I do love our talks, have fun with Sweeney." Merle turned on his heel and left with a laugh and Blake found herself immediately setting to work on trying to get out of her restraints. Now that she could see she could see the thick rope wrapped tightly around her wrists. The knot was on the side where she might be able to get it loose.

Then she remembered the fact that her feet were free, if she could pick her foot up she could try for her knife that she kept in her boot. She lifted her right foot up trying to set it across her lap so that her left hand could try for the knife. She had gotten her foot up and her hand was digging into her new boot when she realized she had left her knife at the prison. It was sitting in the mess of her stuff still coated in Lori's blood, she had also left her bigger knife that she kept at her waist at the prison, the last she had seen it was with Beth cutting Hershel's pants.

She let out a groan at her misfortune and reprimanded herself for being so stupid going out without all of her stuff. She had rushed out not even thinking about anything but getting out of the prison and she was regretting it now. Blake let her foot drop as she went through her options. She had to get out of these restraints first, then she needed to sneak out and find Glenn and Maggie. She was sure that Merle hadn't locked the door when he left, she hadn't heard him fiddling with a lock. So if she could get out of these binds she'd be home free.