In The End | Daryl Dixon

Chapter 21: Oops

When the prisoners said they only had a little food left, they actually meant they had enough to feed an army. Rick, T-dog, Daryl, and Glenn had brought back boxes and bags of food. The look on everyones face as they brought in the items made it seem like they were of delicacy. We haven't have this much food since the farm, at least we can know that it won't be starvation that kills us.

I had been sitting with Hershel since we got back to the cells. I had developed a close relationship with him since we left the farm, I saw him as the father I never had, and to see him laid up in that bed, missing his leg, his breath shallow, made my stomach churn in grief. Beth had told me she was going to fix his pants so he won't be dragging his pant leg all the time.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, "You ready?" Daryl asked from behind me.

I slowly nodded my head, getting to my feet and following Daryl out of the cell block to join T-dog and Rick.

Laid out on the table were various of weapons that the prisoners could use to take out the walkers, but who seemed to be their leader picked up a crowbar, "Why do I need this, when I got this?" He gestured towards his gun.

I moved to where I was standing slightly behind Daryl.

"You don't fire guns." Daryl said cutting him off. "Not unless your back's up against a wall. Noise attracts them. It really riles them up."

"We'll go in two by two. Daryl will run point with T. Jordyn and I will bring up the rear with you." Rick pointed to the shorter black man who just gave me a smirk causing me to roll my eyes. "Stay tight, hold formation no matter how close the walkers get. Anyone breaks ranks we could all go down. Anyone runs off, they could get mistaken for a walker, end up with an axe to the head."

"That's where you aim." Daryl added, "These things only go down with a head shot."

"You ain't gotta tell us how to take out a man." The leader spoke, shaking his head.

"They ain't men." T-dog stepped forward. "They're something else."

"Just remember to go for the brain." Rick instructed them.

The men grabbed their weapons and started to walk out of the door. I grabbed Rick by his shirt making him come to a stop.

"I don't trust them." I said quietly.

"Neither do I."

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"Man it's too damn dark in here."

We were currently walking quietly down a hallway, Daryl leading the way.

"Gotta hold it up high." Daryl told the man with the axe, pointing up in the air, "out in front of you. You're gonna hear them before you see them."

We moved slowly down the hallway, I glanced over to my left, making eye contact with Rick, before nodding. Down the hallway a bit was a loud clanging noise,

"It's coming!" the mustache man yelled.

"Shh!" Rick responded aggressively.

We stopped when Daryl put his hand up. A shadow of two walkers appeared on the wall in front of us. Daryl counted with his fingers, but before he could get to three the five men rushed the walkers, doing anything, but going for the brain.

"A bunch of idiots." I muttered under my breath.

I looked over to Rick who was shaking his head. I huffed, gripping tightly on my machete, I walked to one of the walkers the prisoners were holding and shoved my machete into its skull, letting the prisoners hold the dead weight of the body. Then I moved to the other walker, shoving their leader out of the way, shoving the machete into the walkers eye.