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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WHEN DARYL STARTED TO WALK back towards the center of the camp, returning with an abundance of red spilt knuckles due to just walking out of the shed Randell -whom was now almost fully healed after his surgery.
For whatever might've happened in the shed, Freya didn't know. But with the light glow of the sweat on Daryl's forehead, the compressed anger in his eyes and the bruised knuckles on his fist, Freya could only guess.
"Boy there's got a gang -thirty men." Daryl informed everyone as he joined the small circle of the group -standing beside Freya. "They got heavy artillery 'n they ain't looking to make friends. If they sweep through this place... our men will be dead -and the woman, they'll wish they were."
Freya crossed her arms as she took in a breath. She glanced at Daryl, as if she could read his mind and guess what exactly that meant. The curly haired woman had an idea, but she'd rather seek out the answer than jump in on accusations.
"What did you do?" Carol asked, bringing Sophia closer to her side as the young ginger girl tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
Daryl glanced at his hand, and upon seeing the blood that stain, he brought it down -out of everyone's sight. He then shifted and started to walk away from the center of attention he put himself in. "Had a little chat." He informed briefly before beginning to trek the hill up to the tent he set up far away from the farm and the tents set up with everyone else.
Freya moved her head behind once shoulder to see him pass it, then she turned over her other shoulder as he walked by with no intention of turning back. Drumming her fingers along her arm, Freya watched as Daryl's figure slowly got smaller as he ventured back to his tent. Then, Freya turned her head back to the shed, where Randell was being kept.
It was only yesterday when Shane and Rick went out to go drop Randell off at some random place, and then the two came back with Randell and they were covered in wounds. Almost every time someone went out now -they came back and used up so much medical stuff that Hershel was getting mad that he had to continue on his job from before the outbreak -well...what was sort of his job.
"No one goes near this guy." Rick informs just as Daryl was leaving, but the man didn't turn back to argue. "....We have no choice, this guy is a threat...We have to eliminate that threat."
Freya tilted her head back towards the man, no exactly arguing against him and his words, but just thinking them over. Of all things Rick Grimes might've said, the last thing Freya expected to come out of his mouth, was preparing for killing a boy barely in his manhood...Maybe Freya should learn some new words to not say 'manhood'.
Also reacting to Rick's words, Dale tilted his own head a lot more than Freya as he stared at Ric in disbelief, not believing the very words that came out of his mouth, actually did. "So you're just gonna kill him?" It was evident in Dale's voice within his opinion on the matter.
