traded my life [TWD]

『128』

"Doll, don't!" Daryl cuts between me and my aim.

I hesitate on pulling the trigger. I peer past his arm to the man and two women that were now with him.

"Ah," I note. "We have friends now."

"She's with you?" the man asks Daryl.

"It's my sister," Daryl says as I put my gun in the holster.

The women look at me, then Daryl.

"Extended," I state, shrugging it off. "I lost the two freaks that were chasing me. But, I kind of led them straight into a wall, so I doubt that car is working anymore. Still. We gotta circle back and head home. Got your shit together?"

"Ain't done out here. There's more of 'em," Daryl says.

"Number?"

"Two I saw. One got bit and the other amp-ed it. They radioed some others that they were leaving, but I don't trust it."

I nod my head for them to follow. "We taking them out or are we bailing?"

"We wouldn't stand a chance taking them out," the man denies.

"How's that? Five on two sounds like an easy game."

"They're just the ones in this area searching for us."

I turn around and aim my gun at the man again.

"Doll," Daryl scolds.

"You were a part of this group that shot us up for no reason?" I ask the man.

"It's not like that," one of the women denies.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't end this now before shit gets started," I ask Daryl. "I'd rather deal with it now than have it bite us in the ass later."

"Tina is diabetic," the previous woman says, motioning to the shorter one.

"Sucks for Tina," I comment. "Not good enough. Your ex people attacked us when we were driving by- shot at us for no reason. You expect me to just be okay with helping their traitors?"

"We escaped because Tina is sick. We took the insulin and.. left," the woman continues.

I squint a little. 'Escaped' is a big word.

"There a reason your people didn't just give it to her since she needs it?" I ask.

"I told you. It's not that simple," the woman argues.

The Tina girl takes off running, though I don't move my aim from the man.

"Tina, where are you going?" the other woman calls. 

Daryl nudges my shoulder and I lower my gun again.

The man follows the women and I give Daryl a look.

"They're scared," he whispers.

"And you're being stupid," I blame. "We don't have time for this. We need to get back home. I found a truck, but I didn't check other see if it's working cause I wanted to find you first."

"We don't know what they're running from."

"Which is a bigger reason for us to not get involved, ahjussi!" I scold. "Home could be overrun with walkers right now, maybe even people. We don't exactly have the means to lend a helping hand to the three musketeers."

Daryl shakes his head, but I mimic the motion and grab his arm.

"You said they radioed to a bigger group? That means they have more numbers. There is no need for us to get involved and shit get tangled when they attacked us for no reason. That's why we're in this mess, to begin with."

"What if it was you?" he asks. "What if Daniel said that about you with those pricks from before? What if he didn't help you?"

My eyes widen at the sudden low blow.

"The young one needs a doc. The other two aren't in the best of shape. Besides, wouldn't it be better to know what's out there so we can prepare for a fight when it comes? They shot at us just for passing by- who's to say they won't track us down now that they know we're out here?"

"We're not out here, we are twenty miles away," I defend. 

"We're less than an hour away," he corrects. "You told Rick not to send away people that need help. Now, I'm gon' do that to you. This ain't you and you know it."

I look up at the sky between the burnt tree limbs. "Fucking hell, ahjussi."

"What ever is going on at home will be handled. But, if we turn our back on three people that need it, that's three lives on our hands once they're dead."

I groan softly. Daryl grabs my shoulders and forces me to look at him. 

"Turning a blind eye ain't you. Get your shit together," he demands.

I knock his hands off me. "Fuck you. Go ask them the three questions, then we'll go back to the truck I found and get cookies and cream from wherever they are."

Daryl nods. "All right."

"If this bites us in the ass, I'm kicking your ass-" I start to warn.

A scream rips through the air, followed by glass breaking.

Pure instinct takes over and Daryl and I run to the source. Daryl stabs one of the two walkers as the man kills the other.

Tina, bitten multiple times in the neck, chokes on her blood as she dies.

𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇 𝓇𝒶𝓂𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈--

WHATS UP DWIGHT HOW U DOING SCARFACE 

ahjussi you right but you also wrong 

who's ready for trauma bonding int he next chapter *air horns*