𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫// 𝐓𝐖𝐃

S3: Rescue Misson

(Naomie)

"Merle!" I scream for the millionth time. He's been gone for a couple hours and I'm trapped in this small confined room alone. I hate it here, it's small, smells like mold, thankfully has some light but I have no idea where Glenn and Maggie are. That's the worst part. "Merle!"

With as much force as I can I slam my hands against the huge door again. I wait for a response, and when nothing comes I lift my hands back up. Right before I go to slam them to the door, footsteps from above my head make me fall back onto my butt.

Where did that come from?

The footsteps continue and then stop completely right above me. I reach for the knife in my boot, flicking it open while I scan the walls. They're all empty, expect for a part near the ceiling where a long vent like window is.

I can't see inside but something in my stomach stirs. That strange uncomfortable feeling that someone can see you even if you can't see them.

"Hello?"

There's no reply, but the footsteps fade. My body stays frozen to the ground, my hand gripping tightly too my knife. I wait for any sign the person might still be watching.

"Hey! Come back! Help me!" I scream more, but there's still no response.

Sweat builds on the knife the more my fingers twist it around, and the hairs on the back of my neck rise. I hate this. I hate this. I bring my knees to my chest, trying my best to control my breathing and not freak out. I can't freak out right now.

Daryl will come for me. Maggie and Glenn will figure something out. Everything will be okay.

The footsteps start again. This time closer, and coming from behind the door. I swallow my fear and push myself back into the wall, gripping the flimsy knife in front my chest. Really wish I had my gun right now, but Merle left it on the ground at the store.

The sound of heavy boots stop in front of the door. There's a long stretch of time, to the point I can seriously hear my heartbeat in my ears, before the handle turns and the man steps in.

I shutter. "You're not, Merle."

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(Daryl)

Carol's alive. I found her locked, practically half dead, in a room inside the tombs. She'd fought her way to safety, and then collapsed there. Luckily, I found her in time.

Naomie's gonna be happy to hear this news when she gets back from the run with Maggie and Glenn.

"I'll get ya some water." I tell her, brushing some dirt off her forehead with my thumb. Poor thing, she's hardly conscious.

I move back to the day room, almost running into Beth and the baby on the way. I stop suddenly when I see Rick, Carl, and Hershel leaning over a women, a sword on the floor by Ricks feet. 

"Rick?" I move away from the door slowly. The woman is awake. She looks scared out her mind, but Ricks hold her down with one hand. "Who the hell is this?"

"You wanna tell us your name?" Rick asks her, letting her sit up a little. There's blood all down her face and body. She looks like she bathed herself in guts. "You wanna tell us your name?"

The woman ain't answering nothing he asks. Her eyes stay pinned on his the entire time, waiting for the moment he's not paying attention.

Maybe she needs a minute to think. I switch back to the topic of Carol. "Y'all come on in here."

"Everything all right?"

"You're gonna wanna see this."

"Go ahead. Carl get the bag." As the rest of them make their way into the cell block, I wait for Rick at the door. She holds up the woman's sword. "We'll keep this safe and sound. The doors are all locked. You'll be safe here. And we can treat that." I hadn't even realized the deep gash on the side of her leg.