Freya Quinn was uniquely herself despite the events of the apocalypse she was thrown into. She was a paradox to understand and a combination of heaven and hell thrown together to create such a woman. And the only person in the whole wide world that...
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THERE WASN'T A COPIOUS AMOUNT of blood, and that was the first thing that Freya took into account when she finally got her mind under control. The hand wasn't that big of deal, at least not for her. It was just something that was a speedbump along the road, just something to get over.
The cut was clean, and the fact that the blood loss was minimum told her that Merle must have made a tourniquet or something like that -which Freya would give the man credit for because she had no idea that he could ever possibly think that far ahead. There was a trail of blood leading off the rooftop, and Freya started to follow it towa-
A sudden and loud cry from Daryl made the woman turn her head around to see that Daryl had the crossbow in his arms, and it was pointed at T-dog while Rick held a gun to Daryl's temple.
"What the fuck?" Freya unintentionally let out. In what world would seeing a hand mean for people to draw arms on one another.
Freya drew in a step closer, but she stopped once she realized she was walking into the situation which probably wasn't the best option at the moment. Rick's gun made a low and quiet sound, but it lingered heavy in the air.
"Don't think I won't hesitate. I don't care if it'll draw every walker in the city." Rick let out lowly, his grip firm on the gun he held at Daryl's head.
"Yeah?" Freya walked up to the boys who were dressed up as grown men, no longer caring about the threat of death, but clearly none of them did. "Well I do, so maybe stop and put your fucking gun and crossbow down for crying out loud?!" Freya didn't believe that either man would kill the man who was at the other end of their weapon, but she didn't have the time nor patience to sit and listen to all the remarks and threats they would make before dropping their weapons.
"Are you really about to kill him?" Freya was talking to the both of them, and Christ did she feel like a mother scolding her children. "Is that who you are?"
Daryl was the first to lower his weapons, and follow his head. He turned his body, facing away from the other as Rick dropped his gun and turned to safety back on. Daryl was fighting back tears now as he looked at his brother's blood that was spilt across the rooftop floor. His face scrunching up as he was forcing himself not to cry.
Freya watched him and he looked her her, squeezing his eyes shut at time to block out the tears he didn't want to let drop. Freya dipped her head down slightly, raising her eyebrows to silently ask if he was okay.
Daryl turned away from her and looked back to T-dog. "You got a durag or something?"
T-dog took a moment before nodding and reaching into his pocket to pullout a bandana and giving it to Daryl. Daryl was speaking much calmer than how he was acting only seconds ago when he pointed a weapon in the face of the man he was asking from. He walked past Freya and the woman moved her head as he brushed past her. Before turning around to see what he was doing, she gave a look to T-dog who held the same expression as her.
