Our Extinction Event {Daryl Dixon}

The Sanctuary

Parker was left alone after receiving the 'grand tour' from Negan, but she also was aware of the guard stationed outside her door who she had discovered during her attempt to leave the room she had been told was now hers. The windows didn't open, and even if they did, it was a fifty-foot drop to the ground and she knew she wouldn't survive a fall like that. And there was no chance she was going to attempt to climb down the building. She spent the first twenty minutes of being locked in her room pacing around, looking for something. Anything that she could use as a weapon, but found absolutely nothing. There were no broken boards on the bed, no loose screws that she could use. Nothing. It was as if they had anticipated her arrival and knew the first thing she'd do was find a weapon. 

There was no way to escape, but she still had the small knife in her boot that Daryl had told her to keep. She sat on the bed and took off her boot, searching for the knife. It was a small pocket knife that had the initials 'DD' etched into the metal, and as Parker ran her thumb over the carved initials, she felt a surge of anger at the thought of Daryl being treated like a prisoner. She stood up and walked into the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror. All that looked back at her was anger swirling in her eyes. The majority of it being from the night before and how she wasn't able to do anything but watch. Watch as a man taunted them, mocked Abraham, tormented Glenn, and hurt her brother.

Parker's eyes trailed down to her tangled mess of hair. Which, even in knots went down past the middle of her back. Her hand tightened around the pocket knife before flipping it open and grabbing a fistful of her hair. Maybe Maggie was right. Having long hair was nothing more than a problem. It had been a problem back on her run in Atlanta, with her encounters with Harley- the Claimers in general were terrible- and now last night. Maybe even other times she couldn't remember. It took a few passes over each patch of hair to actually manage to get the knife through but it worked. But by the time she'd stopped trying to remember, her hair was just barely long enough to touch her shoulders. 

Taking the knife with her, she walked back into the bedroom, closing the bathroom door behind her. She'd gone back to square one in trying to find a way out of the place. After realizing that escaping was futile, she let anger and sadness overwhelm her and consequently destroyed the room. She figured if she couldn't take her anger out on someone who deserved it, she'd take it out on everything else. She threw the pocket knife as hard as she could and watched as it embedded itself into the wall in front of her, nothing but the handle showing. She screamed angrily, hitting the wall, blood dripping from the newly formed crack. She flipped over the desk, threw the picture frames at the opposing wall, and threw the sheets off the bed before ending up lying on the floor in the middle of the room, surrounded by the mess she'd made. Her knuckles bled slightly from hitting the wall in her fit of rage. 

She was so angry because Negan had made everyone watch while he murdered two of her own, and Parker never got the chance to say goodbye to Glenn. She never had the chance to thank Abraham for everything he had done for her. Of all the people they had lost since the beginning, this was probably the hardest thing to deal with. She didn't know how long she had been there, but there was a knock on the door and a woman entered. She was pretty, she had brown hair and kind eyes, a black dress that hugged her figure as she cautiously entered the room, surveying the aftermath of Parker's breakdown that covered the floor before her eyes landed on Parker in the center of it all.

"Hello," The woman greeted kindly. "They sent me to check on you. My name is Sherry." Parker looked up, examining the woman.

"What the hell do you want?" Parker asked angrily, her eyes dropping back down to her knuckles as she flexed her hand, wincing. "Why are you here? I don't need a damn babysitter."

"Negan sent me," Sherry responded quietly, her eyes still slowly looking around. "Are you okay? You're bleeding." Her eyes were wide with worry as she gestured towards Parker's hand.