Our Extinction Event {Daryl Dixon}

One More Loss

As Daryl was driving, they came across a walker wandering along the road. Parker reached for the spear Daryl had on his motorcycle, gripping it in her hand as they neared the walker. When they were close enough, she threw it as hard as she could, and the walker fell dead with the spear stuck in its face.

Daryl turned the motorcycle around, and they headed back to retrieve the spear. He leaned down and removed it from the walker's head and placed it back in its place next to him and Parker. He then placed a hand on Parker's good leg.

"Hangin' in back there?" He asked her, looking over his shoulder to get a look at her.

"Oh, that was really funny. I see what you did there." She shot back sarcastically before humming in confirmation. "I'm fine. I can barely feel it."

"Okay," He nodded again before starting to drive once more, looping back around to join back up with the others. "I don't know if that's a good thing."

"It's a good thing. I'll tell you when I can't actually feel it." Another engine roared, and Parker turned and saw Rosita driving up behind them. When she raised the visor of her helmet, her expression betrayed her concern. And if Rosita of all people conveyed any form of emotion, that meant it was bad.

"We have a problem," Rosita finally told them after a moment.

"When do we not?" Parker muttered exasperatedly. "Let's join up with everyone. Then spill the news." Once everybody merged as one, Rosita took them to the bridge they had to cross, which had been destroyed. Parker sighed when she saw the mess of metal and the huge gap of open space between the two sides of the bridge. "What happened? Do you know?" Parker asked, crossing her arms.

"Two other herds merged into 'Silvia's'," Rosita explained to the whole group, a few quiet mumblings from Maggie's small group. "So now it's even bigger. One of them came through here, and the back end took down the bridge. Took the walkie repeater with it." Rick stepped close to the edge, trying to see if there was anything left of the bridge stuck below. If anything was there before, it was definitely gone now. Swept away by the rapids of the river right below.

"What about Route A?" Daryl questioned. "Is that clear yet?"

"That would still be too close to the herd. Wouldn't it?" Parker asked, looking at Rosita for backup. She and Eugene know the most about the herds. Eugene shares everything he learns and tracks with Rosita first.

"We can get to Alexandria from this side," Michonne pointed out, nodding in the direction of the town. "Stay there till it passes."

"No," Maggie refused briskly. "Before, Route A has taken days to clear. I need to get home to Hershel."

"We have to be able to get back to Sactuary by nightfall, too. Even with them staying with Kayla and her two kids, I don't know if I feel comfortable enough staying out a whole night."

"Me neither," Daryl muttered in agreement, cleaning his knives with the rag he always kept in his pocket.

"We could take route D," Carol suggested. "It's early enough in the day."

"Keep an eye on the trade route in case anyone else tries to move through," Rick ordered Rosita, starting to walk away. "Gabriel, ya'll can head back to Alexandria from here. The rest of us- we can go to the Sanctuary or Hilltop, stay the night there, and head off from there. Take care. Get home safe." Parker dug through her bag, tossing Rosita a black can of spray paint, who then painted a warning on the sign.

They split up, a third of the group heading back to Alexandria while the rest headed towards the Sanctuary and or Hilltop. Daryl drove up ahead once more to check to make sure the path up ahead was clear before coming back.