Mi Amor ~ Daryl Dixon

Chapter Fourty-Eight

A new day had started.

After Adrianna and Daryl found the truck, the sun was beginning to set and they figured it best to stop for the night. The next morning they woke up bright and early and drove back to where they had first got ambushed. They found a footprint that was pointed in a direction to a nearby town, when they drove up they were able to track what building Sasha and Abraham had holed up in for the night. After telling them a brief description of what happened, they hopped in the truck and began the drive home.

As they hit a curve on the road they all nearly froze at the sight. A group of men on motorcycles were in formation in the road just waiting for someone to come along.

"Daryl." Adrianna muttered as she leaned forward slightly to get a better view. "Yeah, I see." He replied back. Daryl slowly pulled the truck to a stop in front of the men.

"Why don't you come on out, join us on the road." A man in the front of the group spoke up. "You know if you want to resist, try something, I mean it's a choice I guess." He said looking back at the armed men behind him. "But we will end your asses, split you right in two, right through to the sinuses. Now get out." He ordered. The group in the truck tensed up, their eyes went to Adrianna and waited for her approval. She gave them a hesitant nod and they started to hop out to the truck. "That's great." The man praised. "It's going well right out of the gate." They walked up to the front of the truck and stood quietly. "Now step two, give us your weapons."

"Why should we?" Daryl asked.

"Well they're not yours."

Adrianna scoffed and confusion fell over the small group. "What?" Abraham asked looking at the men as if they were crazy.

"Everything you got." The man started. "Your weapons, your truck, the fuel in your truck, if you got mints in the glove department, porn underneath the seats, change in the seats, hell the seats themselves." He let out a small laugh. "The floor mats, your maps, the little stash of emergency napkins you got there in the console."

Before the man could continue on, Adriana cut him off. "Can we get on with it?" She asked harshly.

"Quiet." He snapped. "None of those things are yours anymore."

"Whose are they?"

"Your property now belongs to Negan." The man paused and the name made the group scrunch their eyebrows.  "And if you can get your hands on a tanker, then you're people our person wants to know." He said motioning to the truck. The man took a step closer to them. "So let's get those sidearms shall we?" He asks with a smug grin on his face. The man started with Adrianna, she pulled her gun out and handed it to the man with ease. She had no use for it anyways, it was empty. He then moved down the line collecting guns until he got to a very reluctant Abraham.  "If you gotta eat shit, best not to nibble." The man started to tell him. "Bite, chew, swallow, and repeat." Abraham thought about it for a moment but decided to finally give them man his gun. He grabbed it from Abraham gently and mouthed a thank you.

"Who are you people?" Sasha asked as the man walked back over to his bike.

"I get the curiosity, but we have questions ourselves.
And we'll be the ones asking them when you drive us back to wherever it is you call home, take a gander at where you hang your hats." He says while tucking their guns into one of his bags. "First though, your shit." He turned back to the group whose looks  could kill. "What have you got for us?"

"You just took it." Adrianna replies.

"Can we not? Like can we just not?" The man asks with annoyance lacing his words. "There's more. There's always more." When the group made no move to speak or to give them any thing they had the main man sighed. "T." He called out to another armed man. He motioned to Daryl and Adrianna could feel her heart drop. "Take the man to the back, start at the back bumper and make your way to the front." He instructs as he starts to push Daryl to the back of the truck.