Lost | Daryl Dixon

32 - They Both Reached For The Gun

Third Person POV

Shane stood over Elizabeth's unconscious body with a guilty look on his face, but she had to be unconscious for this to work. If they were gonna be together again, he had to reinvent the situation.

He'd seen it on her face, when she was talking earlier. She still loved him, maybe not as much as before, but she did. Why else would she come up and apologise? Why would she seem so insistent on building that bridge back?

He stroked the hair out of her face, sitting in the peace for a moment. He would fix this - all of this.

Quickly, he pulled her gun out of her hand and her family knife from her pocket, into his own belt. He grabbed some of the spare rope, tying it around her hands, but in a way that would look unprofessional. He winced at the blood on the back of her head, hoping he didn't hit too hard, as he pulled her up. Randall was breathing heavily, nervous. He didn't know what was happening from behind his blindfold, just that whoever was there was terrifying - the way he'd been dragged to have his wrists checked and whatever happened just now.

Shane grabbed a new blindfold, pulling it over Elizabeth's eyes and ears, and a second one on top of that to muffle sound entirely.

Shane walked back in, grabbing Randy and forcing his wrists out of the widening gap of his handcuffs, he screamed against the gag as they came off, Shane smiled, knowing it was believable enough for when they came to check. He dropped her knife at the floor, wiping some blood on the blade to indicate there had been a fight, before he kept his own gun on Randall, before pulling Elizabeth with that arm, throwing her over his shoulder with the same arm, struggling with the weight but lucky for him, the threat of the gun kept Randall cooperative. He started towards the woods.

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Daryl and T-Dog started to pack up the van, ready for the drop-off mission later. "Only got so many arrows," T-Dog pointed out, pulling out and passing Dale's handgun to Daryl. He took it, seeing the bullets before he examined it. It was a nice gun, all things considered.

"Is that Dale's gun?" He asked, glancing up at T as the man nodded.

"Yeah," He sighed, leaning against the truck a moment. "Wish I knew where the hell mine is."

Rick approached, looking between the two. "Ready?"

"Yeah."

"I'll tell Liz to get the package," T-Dog nodded, as Rick nodded.

"Thanks."

Rick and Daryl began talking the plan again as T-Dog wandered towards the shed, suppressing a small yawn. They'd been non-stop all day, since Dale's death, to his funeral, to preparing the farm - he just wanted to rest, and the quicker it came the better he'd feel. "Yo, Randy," He called as he approached, not paying much attention. "Governor called. You're off the hook." His shoe kicked something hard, and he looked down, seeing the lock, broken, on the floor. He froze, realising Liz wasn't outside - he swung the door open and stepped in, seeing bloodied handcuffs on the ground, and Elizabeth's knife. He picked it up, seeing the blood, and he shook his head in worry, dropping it as he began to sprint back to the farm. "Oh, hell no."

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"Shh! Go that way!" Shane warned, gun tapping into Randall's back every so often as he shifted the weight of his wife over his shoulder. She'd began to stir, he knew it wouldn't be long before she woke up, so he had to get then far, quick. "Go on, go on." Randall tripped on a branch, and Shane groaned, looking about and dropping Elizabeth carefully onto the ground. Randall began crying as he pulled him up to his knees. "Shh-shh-shh-shh. Hey-hey, come on. Come on," He pulled off his blindfold, causing the boy to panic harder. "I get it. I'm the last face you probably want to see, huh? Listen, I'm gonna take you up out of here, okay? I'm gonna get this off of you so you can breathe, but I want you to keep quiet. You listen good. Do you hear me? Okay."

"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm," Randall moaned as the duct tape was ripped off of his mouth.