In The End | Daryl Dixon

Chapter 5: Bump in the Night

I was sat in a chair, hands tied behind my back, tape over my mouth and a bag over my head. I heard the door open, footsteps filling the room. The bag was taken off my head causing me to squint due to the adjustment of light. I saw the man that was outside now in front of me.

"I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot. I'm G. I'm in charge here. And you see, those guns your friends have, are mine. And I want them back." He crouched in front of me, "Now I'm going to take this tape off. You will not scream, and you will tell me who those people are to you. Especially the redneck, as he shot one of my people in the ass. Understand?"

I just blinked a few times as he slowly took the tape off my mouth. I looked behind him and saw two men standing by the door, so I nodded for him to come closer. He leaned closer to me hoping I was going to spill the beans, but instead I threw my head forward and head-butted his face. He stumbled backwards holding his nose. He pulled his hand away from his nose seeing blood coming from it,

"You aint getting shit from me." I said smirking.

The man that Daryl shot in the ass came running in, "G, you okay ese? Damn." He got a good look at his leaders face, "She's definitely that rednecks bitch."

The anger in G's eyes rose, as he strode over and put the tape back on my mouth. "Even better. They give us the guns or she dies."

There were mutters outside of the door, "Ese, they're here."

G looked at me with a smirk before the bag was placed back over my head again, and I was being escorted somewhere.

I could hear talking, I know I heard Rick and Daryl's voice I just couldn't make out most of the conversation, but I did gather was that they were trying to negotiate.

"Who's that chick to you vatos anyways? She's rather feisty. More so than the average vato can handle. She did this." I knew he was pointing at his nose, and I smiled under the tape.

"I bet she belongs to the hillbilly ese, should have seen the way she screamed for him while we took her away." One of the guys said.

I heard a commotion then G's voice again, "You better get your friend here in check."

"You got my brother in there?" I heard Daryl ask.

"Sorry, we're fresh out of white boys. But I've got your lady. You interested?"

"I have one of yours, you have one of mine. Sounds like an even trade." I heard Rick say.

"Don't sound even to me." G said back

I kept getting jerked around so I didn't hear much of anything else, until I was pulled forward and the bag getting ripped off my head. I looked down and saw Daryl and Rick on the ground, and I some how was on the roof of their hideout.

"I see two options. You come back with Miguel and my bag of guns, everybody walks. Or you come back locked and loaded, we'll see which side spills more blood."

I was then taken back into the hideout, but this time instead of going back into that room, they cut my hands from the rope, and took the tape from my mouth.

I saw G walking up to me as I rubbed my wrists, "Felipe, take her to the others, while we wait."

Felipe stepped forward and nodded for me to follow him. I looked back to G, as I slowly followed. He lead me through a courtyard and into a side building. When I walked inside I was met with old people smell, the smell you get from nursing homes. I looked into each room, and I was amused, these bitches are running a nursing home with old people in it. I was led into a rec room where there were a lot of older people sitting around, reading, knitting, or playing scrabble.