Fighting for our Future {TWD Daryl Dixon}

60: Kill Floor

While the women that took us ordered us to walk with them, I tried paying close attention to what they were saying. Most of it was just bullshit though. I did happen to learn their names though, which could be helpful down the line I guess.

The redhead that held me at gunpoint is Paula. The Brunette that called Maggie a murderous bitch is 'Chelle. And the bitter old lady that is with them is named Molly. Glenn's family once had a dog named Molly. She was definitely cuter than this bitch.

They led us to the fence line of their compound, where Paula grabbed a pair of binoculars and started watching some of our people that are still there. I know exactly who those people are without even looking at them. They're the people that want to make sure that the job is completely done before leaving. My father, Daryl, Glenn, Merle, and Michonne. I wouldn't be surprised if Jesus was still hanging around too.

'Chelle kept her gun pointed at Maggie and I to make sure we didn't try anything. She didn't let her eyes stray from us for one second. I had hoped she would, so I could grab my knives from my pigtails. But her damn eagle eyes are on us watching every move we make.

Molly was right behind Paula, holding a walkie-talkie. She was paying more attention to Paula and everything in front of them than us, which is a good thing. 

"Hell was that?" 'Chelle asked as we heard the roaring of an engine. It somewhat sounded like a motorcycle, but from where I am I really can't tell.

"It's Primo." Paula answered calmly. Then she started panicking. "Damn it, they've got him! Give the the walkie." Molly handed Paula the walkie, and Paula grabbed it from her hands roughly. She then pressed down the button on the side so she could speak to whoever was near 'Primo'. "Lower, your gun, prick. You with the Colt Python. All of you lower your weapons right now."

Well I guess I was right about who is here. Because the Colt Python belongs to my father, and I know for a fact that Daryl, Glenn, Merle, and Michonne were not going to leave without each other.

"Come on out." I heard my father's staticky voice. "Let's talk."

"How many we got?" 'Chelle asked. I wanted to tell her that it's more than enough to take her and her friends out, but didn't. I didn't want to risk Maggie's safety.

"Eight in sight. Too many." Paula answered 'Chelle before pressing the button again to speak to my father. "We're not coming out, but we will talk." Paula told my father sternly. She then let go of the button and turned back to us. "Names. Names!"

"I'm Maggie, she's Nora." I groaned and crossed my arms when Maggie revealed our names. I'm not at all upset with her, I'm just upset with the situation. 

How come it's always me who gets kidnapped? First by Gwendolyn before the world ended, twice by the Governor, then by Gary and his Termites, and now here I am yet again being kidnapped by the Saviors. 

Paula lifted the walkie to her mouth. "We've got a Maggie and a Nora. I'm thinking that's something you want to chat about. Now, we're gonna work this out right now, and it's going to go our way."

I snorted at her comment, knowing that none of this will end her way. "Shut up." 'Chelle snapped at me when she heard me laugh. 

"You can see we have one of yours." I heard Dad's voice through the walkie in Paula's hand. To anyone else, he would sound calm and collected. But that's not what I heard. To me, his voice was laced with rage and worry as he tries to figure out how to rescue Maggie and I. "We'll trade."

"I'm listening." Paula told my father.

"First I want to talk to Maggie and Nora, make sure they're alright." My father stated sternly.