In this twisted world people are faced with choices. Choices that could mean life or even those you Love. Luckily for me I don't have anyone, never have, never will. But you kinda get used to the numbness inside after such a long time of bullshit, blood, sweat and tears. I let my thoughts chase me in circles as I quietly sneak around this building scavenging for supplies. "Merle! Merle! Are ya down ere?!" someone yells. "Daryl, please remember we're not the only people in this building" someone else says. Their footsteps are getting closer, "Shit" I mumble quietly and frantically look around for somewhere to hide. I don't have time, I sprint across the room and dive over a flipped filing cabinet. I crouch behind it cover my mouth to quiet my breathing. I keep my bow ready for use, I'm praying that they leave and I don't have to kill anyone. I peek around the corner and see a very muscular redneck looking guy wearing a cut off muscle shirt with a crossbow, a guy dressed in a sheriff uniform, a rather large black guy, and a young Asian guy. Just when you think it couldn't get any worse!
"No way, ma brothers first, no questions" the redneck, Daryl I think, says rather impatiently, "Glenn, you know you're way around here, which is closest? Merle or the guns?" the sheriff guy asks. "Merle's closer" the Asian replies. Ok so the rednecks name is Daryl and the Asian is Glenn, what's the black guy and the sheriff wanna be's name?
They decide to make a plan and the Asian starts making a map on the ground. My feet are starting to go numb, I've been sitting here for at least 40 minutes. I decide to count to 10, then I'm gonna run. 1...2..
3...4...
5...6...
7...8...
9...10. I stand up and sprint towards the steps. "Hey, stop!" someone yells. I sprint and jump the last 4 steps. I hurdle the railing and glance back. The redneck with the crossbow is right behind me. I pull my bookbag up and tie it around my waist. I make a quick right and run smack into 5 Walkers. I dispose of 2 and dodge the others. I run across the cafeteria, I look back and don't see anyone so I slow to a jog. I hear feet pattering on the ground and I'm running again. I run straight into someone's arm, sending both of us to the ground. My bow falls from my grasp and slides across the floor. I crawl across the floor and grab my bow, I spin off the ground and pull an arrow from my quiver on my back and load my bow.
Here we stand, face to face. Bow to bow, both with death glares spread across our faces. "Have you seen ma brother?" he asks, "No" I snap, "We're not gonna hurt you" the sheriff says, "This is T-dog, Glenn, I'm Rick, and you've already met Daryl" he adds introducing them. I take two steps back, "Daryl lower your bow" Rick orders, Daryl hesitates but lowers his. I however keep my loaded and aimed, not at anyone in particular but I'm ready if I need to jump into action. "Rick, this bitch could've got us killed" Daryl snarls, "I was minding my own business when 4 guys came in, I don't know who you are or what you're capable of" I counter, Daryl snorts through his nose, "Something funny?" I ask, he shakes his head, "You're one confused little girl" he says, "I'm not a little girl" I snap.
Daryl goes to fire something back but Rick stops him, "Enough, Daryl" he says, "What is your name?" he asks me, "What's it matter?" I say. "We have a group ya know, up in the mountains, You'd fit in just fine. Plus we're better in numbers" Rick says, "I'm better off on my own, I can handle myself" I say and lower my bow.
"I can see that, but we could really use you in our group" he says, "Rick, you're not seriously suggesting we let this bitch come back with us!?" Daryl exclaims, "You haven't seen me be a bitch yet" I yell at the same time Rick yells, "Yes Daryl, I am. Is that a problem?" Daryl looks at Rick confused. "I believe the guy you're looking for is on the roof" I say starting to walk away. "How do you know ma brother?" Daryl asks grabbing my wrist, I grab a knife and put it to his throat, "Don't touch me" I say, he glares at me. "Look, help us find Merle we'll leave you be" he says, "No. You'll leave me be regardless, who are you to tell me what to do?" I ask, "I know it's weird that's there is 4 of us and we're all guys but you can trust us-" T-dog starts, I cut him off, "Trust you?! I don't even know you", he drops his head as if he were a scolded child. I scoff and turn back around. "If you change your mind we'll be on the roof of this building, but we're not gonna be there for long" Rick says.
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I quietly follow them, keeping my distance so I won't be heard. They go through multiple rooms, one has an iron with flesh burnt on it, "He cauterised it" Rick says. "Tough man, ma brother. Feed him a hammer, he'll crap out nails" Daryl says, "Daryl, it doesn't matter how tough a man is, anyone can pass out from too much blood loss" Rick counters.
They open the door to the roof and I hear Daryl scream "No" over and over again. I take a deep breath and open the door, "This is your fault!" Daryl yells, "I won't hesitate and I don't care if every Walker around hears" Rick threatens with his gun aimed at Daryl. Daryl has his bow aimed at T-dog.
"Perfect timing, anyone got any popcorn?" I say, Daryl turns his bow on me, "Woah now, don't get your panties in a bunch" I say sarcastically. He growls and lowers his bow, "Is it too late to join your group?" I ask, "No, not at all. I do have a question though" Rick says, "What's that?" I look at him questioningly. "What changed your mind?" he asks, "I don't really know, I guess I just read you" I say, "You read me?" he questions, "Yeah. You seemed like a trustworthy guy or guys rather" I say and smile. "Welcome to the group" Rick says with a smile.
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Never Wake The Dead (TWD Fanfic)
Fanfiction"What did you see?" he asks, "Nothing" I say, "Tell me!" he shouts, I spit in his face, he wipes it off, "You are a beauty, you know that? It would suck to dispose of such a beautiful, spiteful, badass young lady, wouldn't it?" he says and grabs the...
