I Am Hungry || The Walking Dead

4.

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Annoying pest.

That was the word Killian was calling the young man who he let escape from him. He didn't quite understand why that annoying pest was swimming through a desert as golden as his hair reaching to the center of his brain that control all his thoughts that was a small pool of water as blue as his eyes.

He tried getting his mind to drift to other things, but nothing seemed to work. He wanted to track down that annoying pest and demand him to leave his thoughts alone.

He was just a random person, a survivor. He meant nothing to him, didn't have any information on Rick or his people.

Maybe if he killed him, then he would get rid of those annoying thoughts and forget about him for the rest of his miserable life.

Killian stopped in front of a door, unlocking it and opening. The room was dark, a figure tucked in the corner with only a little light shine on them.

Tossing the bag he was carrying, Killian spoke. "Get dressed. Five minutes." With that, he closed the door again, leaning his back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest.

From what he heard, Daryl Dixon is a hunter, one of the best trackers. If he wanted to find that annoying pest, then Daryl was his best bet on finding him.

Impatiently, Killian waited those five minutes, then he swung the door open again, seeing Daryl awkwardly standing there fully dressed. "Let's go."

Daryl walked out of the cell, throwing a look at Killian as he walked past him. Killian slammed the cell door closed and started walking down the hall to head out of the sanctuary.

Daryl didn't say a word as he quietly followed after Killian, wondering if Killian was going to kill him, even with his slight weaken state, he could take him, possibly injure him before he could make his escape head to either Hilltop or Alexandria.

Reaching outside, Killian headed towards a black truck. He got in the driver seat, starting up the truck as Daryl got in the passenger seat. He took off the second the door was barely closing.

The gates were barely opening with he sped through them. "..Try anything, and I'll put a bullet in you before you can blink." Killian threatened, not bothering to spare Daryl a glance.

"I need you to find someone for me, and you won't rest until you find him." Killian told him. He won't rest until he finds him and kills him.

Daryl didn't reply. Simply stared out of the window in thought. Whoever Killian wants to find must be either important to him or just annoying to him that he wants him dead.

"I shot him, so he's injured, probably holed up somewhere. He's young, lean, blue eyes, and a scar on the right side of his chin." Killian explained, having how the young man looked memorized.

"..you gon' kill him?" Daryl spoke, his words low in a mumble, but Killian heard him.

He narrowed his eyes at Daryl. "That's not your business if I'm gonna kill him or not. I just want that little shit found."

Daryl didn't say anything after that. Whoever Killian was after clearly pissed him off, someone worth keeping around in Daryl's opinion.

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Alexandria wasn't what Ambrose had imagined it would be. It was a gated community, one that wasn't overrun by the undead, one that didn't have corpses sitting on the porch like Halloween decorations.

It was nice, sorta. Rick explained that Negan came in and took whatever he wanted. Now, Ambrose, he was a good thief. Sure, he snatched up a couple of wallets while living in the streets and stole a few watches to pawn for money, but that was it. This Negan guy was just being a simple asshole in his opinion.

He bet he even stole some random baby's candy for the heck of it even laughed when they cried.

Alexandria seemed nice until he was inside of a house, pacing the living room waiting for Rick to return from wherever the hell he went. He knew Rick was suspicious of him. Hell, he would be suspicious of himself.

With a small sigh, he limped over to a chair, sitting down, keeping his injured leg stretched out in front of him. He drummed his fingers against the wooden table.

The door to the house opened, and Rick walked in, followed by a few others. Ambrose sat up straighter, "yo, what's up." He greeted. "So, uh, I gotta ask, dude,"

"Were you a pi-, I mean cop, yeah, cop before all this?" Ambrose questioned, correcting himself, nervously smiling.

"Your name." The women standing next to Rick spoke, her eyes were narrowed.

"Ambrose Hawthorne, born 1993, I am a Capricorn, and I got shot in the leg because I was mistaken of being with this guy." Ambrose gestured towards Rick, a small smile on his face.

The woman only stared him, not letting any sort of emotion slip over her expression. "Do you have a group?"

"Nope." Ambrose shook his head. "Been all by myself even before all this shit." He let out a small sighed, deciding to get serious about this. "I don't have any clue on who the hell Negan is, but I do know his saviors."

"A bunch of freaking grade A- assholes those guys. I killed a few of them, guys are like cockroaches, kill a few, more keep coming." Ambrose told them, he glanced out the window, seeing a few people walking by.

"They took your guns, right? I mean, with a guy like Negan being a threat, your people would be carrying, but they ain't." He looked at Rick. "I have a small armory at my disposal."

"You have guns?" Rick questioned, sharing a look with the others. "You just telling us now?"

Ambrose shrugged, "Didn't know I could trust you, man. Now, I see this -" he gestured out the window. "Your people look like good people, well, most of them.."

He looked at the teen standing near Rick and the woman. "Your kid looks like a serial killer." He stood up from the chair.

"I'll give you the guns, I have no use for them. The guns are literally just rotting away." Ambrose said, "If you do me a small favor."

"You can stay in Alexandria." Rick told him, and Ambrose looked slightly surprised, but he shook his head.

"Thanks, but I was just gonna ask if you have a pair of pants for me? Mines is literally stained with my blood." Ambrose grinned at Rick, who nodded.

"We'll get you pants, then you show us where you stash your guns.."

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Killian throughout the chapter  - "I'm gonna kill that annoying pest."

Ambrose throughout the chapter- "I need a new pair of pants."

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