Dixons Angels/ON HOLD

9

Angelica's pov

Merle's Dixon eyes flashed with recognition before slowly returning to their unfeeling cold look. "Sorry sweetheart, but seems as though we got a 'lil bit of a problem 'ere." I blinked quickly to regain myself.

"So, how can we attack the prison?" He asked roughly, making his way over to me before harshly gripping the side of my cheek. I stared blankly foward, refusing to talk while looking him straight in the eye. "If that's hour it's gonna be." He growled quietly. He pulled a gun from the holster and placed it to my knee cap, pulling the trigger.

I screamed in pain as the bullet passed through. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes but I didn't dare to let them fall. "I didn't wanna 'ave to do that angel." He said.

He continued to hurt me until he realized I would die before I told him how to attack the prison. He left the room, and once he did I didn't know if I was surviving. I couldn't see myself, but I know for a fact I have to look banged up. I have a shattered knee cap, knife cuts from Merle's arm running up and down my arms and legs, and a long cut running from my forehead to my cheek.

Suddenly, Merle came back in holding a familiar face. Maggie. She whimpered under his tight grasp as he pressed a gun to her temple. "Now I'm 'onna ask you 'gain sweetheart, how can we attack the prison?" And with that I couldn't give out anymore I couldn't win this. I knew our numbers were are weakness and I had to spill. So I weakly said "bring numbers and we don't have a chance."

Merle smirked deviously before throwing Maggie harshly to the ground. Her eyes widen at the sight of me before slowly tearing. "I really look that shitty?" I asked her lightly before choking on the familiar taste of metallic blood.

Merle made his way over to me and a blunt object came in contact with the side of my head, causing m my vision to go dark.

The familiar angry voice of the governor rang through my ears as I slowly regain conciseness.

"Is Hershel on the council?" He asked calmly, almost sickening. They pulled Hershel out of the van where he was once seated next to me. I went to scream, but it was muffled through the gag. "What about Angelica? She on the council too?" He asked deviously. I was roughly pulled out of the van and thrown on my knees. I screamed in agony as I landed on my shot knee cap. Tears freely flew as I made eye contact with each horrified face standing before me. I felt myself searching for Ally and Daryl. Suddenly gunshots rang out and everyone scattered. I tugged my way through the restraints before finally freeing myself. I pulled the gag out of my mouth. "HERSHEL GET DOWN!" I screamed. We both lowered ourselfs into the tall grass. And then, something extraordinary happened. The governors cars pulled out and left us all their, scattered and confused. And that's when the world went black again.