"If you think Rick is the problem, I guess you don't know what I'm fucking capable of you asshole." - Rhea Dixon
"I guess I do have more balls even than you Shane." - Rhea Dixon
"I'm a Dixon. And I've been through a lot more hell than any of you ev...
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A couple of hours later, they waited but neither did Daryl or Frost ever show up.
Rhea was extremely worried about her father, hoping he was okay or was with Frost.
Movement from outside had gained Maggie's attention, she looked out of the boarded up window before saying.
"They're here." She whispered, opening the hatch to the cellar "Down here. Go."
Elijah helped Gabriel down the latter before Rhea and the others quickly followed, Maggie came last, shutting the hatch.
A few minutes later, the door to the house slammed open and several footsteps were heard.
"Over here!" A woman's voice sounded above them "They're still wet."
"Guess he was telling the truth, then." A man's voice replied.
Their footsteps scattered, indicating they were checking the house before they were back in the living room.
"Nothing." The man said.
Rhea snapped her head up to the hatch as her father's voice sounded. "Maybe they went out the back. I can track them."
Rhea made eye contact with Maggie, who sighed "He's helping us from the inside. He's getting them off our trail."
"Are you in a hurry to leave?" The man asked, aggressively.
"What?"
"Other building you wanted to stick around and make sure we didn't miss anything. Now you wanna ran right off. Which is it?"
"Look, man, I'm just to trying to help." Daryl replied.
"Yet you keep chripin."
The man didn't seemed to like Daryl, as they kept arguing before the woman stopped them and sent the man upstairs.
"Don't." The woman was now talking to Daryl.
"Don't what?"
"You're either with us or you're not."
"What do you want me to do?" Daryl asked, pretending to be on her team.
"For one thing, stop pissing off Carver. Usually don't end well." The woman says, before their footsteps scattered again.
Rhea looked up at the ceiling, listening to their footsteps faded in and out, before they were close again and her father's voice rang out "They ran. They ain't coming back here."
"What?" Carver asked, his footsteps came down the stairs.
"I mean, think about it. You hit 'em hard. Even if they get more people, they won't came back here. Bad move. You got, what, 20 people in your town? You got weapons. You got walls. You'd see them coming from a mile away. Trust me. They ran." Daryl explained.
"Is there a point to any of this?" Carver snapped.
They didn't wait for Daryl's reply before they quickly and quietly opened the other door of the cellar to the outside and climbed out.
Rhea and the others didn't wait and booked it into the woods.
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