Our Extinction Event {Daryl Dixon}

Four Walls And A Roof

Parker was pacing the aisle anxiously. While everyone else ran off to figure out what the fuck was happening, she was stuck inside, carrying Judith in her arms as she waited for the group to come back. When gunshots rang out from beyond the door, she began to panic even more and was considering walking out the doors herself but was startled to a stop when Carl caught her arm by the door. The entire time Gabriel had been talking about his sins, Parker had been silently panicking, chewing on her thumbnail. Daryl wasn't there, he was out there somewhere and he hadn't told her that he was leaving. Sure, she'd told him to go check on Carol but that was nowhere along the lines of runoff. She wanted nothing more than to go out and find him, but she knew it was a useless idea. 

She wasn't a tracker, she wasn't as good as Daryl. She could only pray that he and Carol would protect each other and that they'd both return safely. Still, that didn't mean she wasn't upset or angry with him for leaving. He had done it before, he left without even a word, and Parker hoped there wouldn't be a next time. However, unfortunately for her, it had happened again. The only problem was now she had to be worried about her safety and the rest of those people in the church and at that very moment she had no idea what the fuck to do. When the group flew through the doors of the church, Parker was horrified to see them helping Bob, his left leg had been cut off below the knee and wrapped in thick bandages. They carefully set him on the floor and they all crowded around him when he returned to consciousness. When he was awake enough to speak, Rick had asked the question they were all dying to know. What happened? Where'd he disappear too?

"I was in the graveyard," Bob answered weakly in between hasty breaths. "Somebody knocked me out. I woke up outside this place. It looked like a... a school. It was that guy, Gareth... and five other ones..." His face was coated in sweat as he used his elbows to prop himself up, Sasha holding up his head. "They were eating my leg right in front of me. Like it was nothing. All proud, like they had it all figured out." He sucked in a pain-filled gasp of air, his face scrunched in pain as recounted the memories.

"Did they have Daryl and Carol?" Parker asked as she tapped her foot anxiously.

"Gareth said they drove off," Bob told her. Parker closed her eyes, taking a slow breath in as she turned away from the group to hide the tears in her eyes. Daryl was gone. He went god knows where with Carol, which meant there was no hope of finding them unless they came back on their own. Her body shook from silent sobs which didn't go unnoticed by Glenn, who pulled her away from the group on the floor and hugged her tightly to his chest.

"He's in pain," Sasha said, while Bob groaned in pain when he tried to shift. "Do we have anything?"

"I think there are pill packets in the first aid kit." Rosita instantly replied, pointing over at it.

"Yeah?" Sasha nodded, making sure she was okay with taking them.

"Save 'em," Bob tried to stop them but Sasha was quick to shut him up.

"No." She instantly shook her head, a mixture of worry and fear on her face as she looked down at him.

"Really," Bob insisted, slowly pushing himself into a semi-sitting position, tugging down the collar of his shirt, only to reveal a bite mark to the group. "It happened at the food bank."

"It's okay," Sasha whispered, trying her best to make him even the slightest bit more comfortable. He leaned back slowly, almost looking like he was about to pass out. "Bob?"

"There's a sofa in my office," Gabriel offered them. "I know it's not much but.."

"Thank you," She said gratefully. Grateful that he'd even offer them anything after how they'd treated him not even five minutes ago.