Redneck Savior

Claimed

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Daryl stood away from the other six men in the group as they talked. He'd been with them just over a day and a half now and he still didn't trust them, especially Joe.

Yesterday morning Joe explained to Daryl how things worked in the group. Daryl didn't really care, wasn't like he planned to stick around with them anyway.

But this morning, when he was trying to stay back from the group, he heard the sound of panicked running. Catching up to the group, he realized they were chasing after a girl. Confused for a second by the head of blonde hair, Daryl picked up his pace to catch them, thinking it might've been Beth they were after.

The girl they were chasing seemed to trip, over a root or fallen tree, Daryl couldn't be sure from where he was. He watched as the men surrounded her, and when her face came into his view, he could tell it wasn't Beth but just some girl in the wrong place at the wrong time.

He watched as the men leered down at the girl, fear plain as day on her face as she looked at each one before her eyes looked to him. But when she stared at him, he noticed something was wrong just as Len walked towards the girl.

"Claimed," Daryl said as he walked towards the group and the wheezing girl on the ground. "What," Len growled as he and the others looked back to where Daryl was as he grew closer. You could hear the frustration in his voice if you couldn't see the pissed off expression on his face.

"You heard me," Daryl said as he got in Len's face, "claimed now back off."

The two men stared each other down before Len and the rest walked away, with Len muttering a few choice words about Daryl.

Ignoring what was said, Daryl quickly turned his attention back to the girl on the ground who was trying to settle down her breathing.

"Hey," Daryl said kneeling down in front of her but she didn't answer, didn't even look like she heard him. He snapped his fingers and waved his hand in front of her face, startling her but gaining her attention at last. "You got an inhaler or something," he asked before she quickly pointed to a back pack that seemed to have been dropped while she was running just before she tripped.

Sierra watched as the man in the black long-sleeved button up and winged vest quickly moved away from her before grabbing ahold of her pack and running back. Digging through it as his knees hit the ground beside her again, she watched and waited while trying to breathe as he finally pulled out her asthma inhaler and handing it over.

She gratefully took it from him before using it, allowing the medicine from the inhaler to fill her lungs and help her get her breath back. Letting out a deep breath after finishing with her inhaler, she looked to the man to see he was talking. She could hear him, but not like she was supposed to.

Daryl watched as the girl got a confused look on her face as her hand that wasn't holding the inhaler lifted up to her ear. Not finding what she was hoping to, Daryl continued to watch as she looked around on the ground by them with her hand still placed to her ear. He watched as after a few moments, her eyes landed on something and she reached for it, picking up some sort of purple device that easily fit in the palm of her hand.

Sierra brushed off her hearing aid, the asthma inhaler resting in her lap, before carefully placing it to rest on her ear. After the hearing aid was in place and working right, Sierra looked up to the man who was watching her stunned.

"You're deaf," the man said staring as she shrugged. "I can still hear without it," she said with a smile, "it's just really tricky that way. My name's Sierra by the way, thank you for what you did."