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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IT HAD BEEN SILENT FOR about the last 2 hours Freya and Daryl been looking for Sophia, and so far there had been nothing found. Rick and Shane couldn't go due to Rick giving 3 units of blood and Shane with his ankle -so in the end, it was just Freya and Daryl.
And during those last two hours, there was a wide range of things Freya wished to talk to Daryl about. Firstly, was how he able to tell a deer track from a raccoon track. Secondly, was about the Shane and Otis situation -and Thirdly, partly by Andrea's reasoning, was to ask him about his itchy ass.
"You wanna say something, just say it." Daryl was the first to speak, and Freya looked up to see him already looking at her.
Freya stepped over the log she would have tripped on, and she opened her mouth, trying to put into words her own thoughts. "When Shane came back with all the medicine...he had Otis' gun -both of them."
Daryl's nonchalant answer surprised Freya slightly as he just continued to walk through the forest as if it were nothing. "Ya think he killed him?"
"Well that's the thing, I don't know" Freya sighed, now running a few paces ahead to be in line with Daryl. "I mean, it's crazy, right? This is Shane we're talking about."
"Came back with a dead guys gun, how crazy is it to think he killed him?" Daryl shrugged, which made Freya slightly confused. And as if he sensed her confusion. "Time's changing, world gone to shit. Ain't gon be long before people go crazy too."
Unsure how to answer that, Freya blinked. "I'm not gonna go crazy, I already was crazy."
"Believe me freckles, I know." Daryl scoffed and Freya tried to look offended, but her expressions betrayed her when a smile found it's way to her face. Daryl pretended not to notice Freya smiling at him as he pointed to something up ahead. "Clearing is up ahead, let's check it out."
Upon walking towards said clearing, Freya saw the white house with overgrown vines hanging down and dirt scaling the walls. Before the outbreak, it probably would have been gorgeous -but there was less to say about the inside. Daryl made sure to be the one to open the door, and he kicked it open, raising his crossbow up to his eye level as he walked through.
The inside of the house was less pretty. The walls, ceilings and door were all made of wood, so the previous owners must have been had a love for wood. Most of the windows were covered in a thin sheet of a floral patterned blanket. Dust was coating every part of the place, so it was more than likely that no one had been around in a while.
"Clear." Daryl muttered before quietly moving on to the next room. Freya peered inside the room she just looked in, as if she went to another room the redneck might have a fit. And instead of causing something she'd rather not deal with, Freya just followed along.
"Clear." Daryl said again, moving on to the next and final room. Freya could tell the rooms were clear. The small squeaking noises the house was making as Daryl and Freya move around in the quietest way possible was enough to tell Freya that if a walker heard them, then the walker would be the one making noises in the already silent house. And if a person heard them, either that person would be running out the back door or running towards some kind of weapon.
