❝HEARTBREAK IS ONE THING MY 𝗘𝗚𝗢'𝗦 ANOTHER❞
In which it no longer matters that Evangeline Waters was a hot shot lawyer with a nice apartment and the best daughter she could've asked for. Because if you don't know the right way to stab a dead...
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"You ever used one of these before?" Rick asked as they stood outside the building where the group was holding Glenn. They were hidden by a wooden gate and a few overgrown trees. Lily looked over at Rick, who was rifling through the bags of guns.
"No," she said, shaking her head. "But I'm a fast learner."
"Alright. Then take this one," he said, handing her a small revolver. "Cock this back, aim, and shoot. Don't really have time for a proper lesson."
"It's fine. I got it," she said, knowing they didn't have much time to worry about her lack of skills. Daryl looked over at their prisoner, who was sitting nearby, looking scared shitless.
"One wrong move, you get an arrow in the ass. Just so you know," he told him, gripping his crossbow.
The kid scoffed, picking at the grass underneath him. "G's gonna take that arrow out of my ass and shove it up yours. Just so you know."
"Who's G?" Lily asked, assuming that he was their leader.
"Guillermo. He's the man here."
Rick nodded, making sure his gun was loaded. "Okay then. Let's go see Guillermo." He grabbed the kid, pulling him to his feet as they started walking. The building looked like a dilapidated factory on the outside. Green vines were growing up the sides of the wall.
Broken glass littered the ground, and random boxes and crates were scattered about. They kept walking, stopping in front of two large wooden doors. Lily held up her gun, hoping that when the time came, some sort of survival instinct would kick in and she'd be able to shoot whatever she was aiming at.
As the doors creaked open, her grip on the gun tightened. Daryl glanced over at her and was surprised to find she looked calm, like an army could come walking out and she wouldn't care. But he didn't know her. He didn't know that this was her specialty: appearing calm when she was really ready to shit her pants.
A man walked out to meet them, flanked by a few others. "You okay, little man?" he asked, looking at the kid they'd been keeping prisoner.
"They're gonna feed me to the dead, carnal," the kid cried, desperately wanting to go home.
The man they assumed to be Guillermo glanced behind him at Rick. "Cops do that?"
"Not him," the kid said, gesturing back to Lily. "She's fucking crazy."
"No. But I can be," Lily mumbled as two men who had been lurking in the shadows came rushing out, guns up as they pointed at Daryl.
"Hey, that's that vato right there, homes. He shot me in the ass with an arrow!" one of them shouted, as Daryl gripped his crossbow tighter. "What's up, homes, huh?"
Guillermo held out his hand, stopping his man from doing anything. "Chill, ese, chill," he said, before turning to Rick. "This true? She wanna feed Miguelito to the dead? That's pretty sick, man."
