Surviving The Undead: A Southsider's Tale (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

Saved By The Brothers

Kimberly's POV:
I was sat in the common room after finally escaping my cell and clearing out all the dead ones.

I carefully brushed my hair and styled it into my signature two little pony tails and went back to arranging my half assed armoury on the table.

I had found a baton, a pocket knife and a few other semi-useful things and was now working on sharpening broomstick handles.

I then heard the faint sound of gunshots and people walking up the stairs leading to the common room.

Curiosity got the better of me and i started looking around trying to get a clear view while grabbing a weapon.

My options were limited but i could definitely kill anyone with a paper clip, it's just a shame i don't have one laying around.

The distant sound was now growing close and the anticipation of not knowing who's coming was getting my adrenaline going.

I climbed onto the bench and grabbed onto the cell bars covering the window leading to the bottom of the staircase and pulled myself up trying to get a better view.

As the shots and voices got closer my hands grew sweaty and my grip faltered.

The mystery people were just outside when i lost my grip and tumbled.

I hit the floor with a thud and let out a load groan.

The masked mystery men were at the door that keeping me from the outside world and were chuckling to themselves angering me more.

"The fuck you laughing at puto?" i spat.

"We just witnessed your tiny ass hit the deck." The man chuckled under his breath.

I'm not tiny in 5'5 and that's good enough for me.

I shot him a warning glare.

"Who the fuck do you think you are waltzing up in here all guns a'blazing i was peacefully doing the old arts and crafts and you bastards inter-" I cut myself off.

It took a minute to register but i indeed knew that voice it belonged to none other then Lip Baranova himself.

"Well i'll be damned."

He removed his mask.

"You came back for me, after all this time i was beginning to think you were gonna leave me rotting in here." I said with a mix of sadness and anger in my voice.

"Like i said keeks when i make a promise i don't fuck with it you should know that." He spoke calmly almost as if trying to keep me from opening a can of whoop ass when i'm out this goddamn room.

"Took you long enough man being in this place is making my ass itch so get to work and let me outtt!" I whined while rattling the door handle.

I made sure to drag the sentence out so he could see my desperation.

"That's my plan Kim but you gotta promise me you won't freak out and beat the shit out of our friend here ok?"

"Yeah,yeah whatever let me outtt" I pleaded

My curiosity was itching to know who it was but my frustration got the better of me.

He got to work carefully but skilfully picking the lock that was keeping me from busting open that door and running into his arms.