Wake the Dead

chapter 47

I heard constant whispering coming from somewhere as my head fell back and forth. I don't know when I was knocked out, but I was finally coming back to my senses. Merle. Merle was alive and he did this. 

I immediately shot up, remembering that I was taken somewhere, but was restricted by a rope tying my hands to a chair. Shit, not again... Why did I always end up having the worst experiences with people?

I looked around and saw I was in a dark room, only being lit up by a small lantern that was sitting on the table in front of me. There was a bunch of stuff at the end of the room, it looked like this was used for storage, part of a basement, but where the hell was this basement in? I noticed that Glenn and Maggie weren't in here, but I was pretty sure I heard some type of struggling coming from the wall.

I was getting angrier and angrier by the second; they had Glenn, Maggie, tied me down, put us in some dungeon, and worst of all this was Merle. I was going to kick his ass. I yanked on the ropes tying me down, remembering that the last time I broke out of a chair I completely pulled it apart, maybe I could do that here?

They actually made it easier for me to do that by duct taping my whole lower arms down. I yanked up fast, but let out a yelp of pain as it tugged on my broken arm. Fuck. "Let me talk to 'er. I used ta' know'er." I heard that familiar voice whisper out behind the door. Merle. Who the hell was he talking to. "MERLE GET YOUR UGLY ASS IN HERE." I yelled out at the door.

It was silent for a while, but then the door squeaked open, revealing a much skinnier Merle. "I see you lost a couple of pounds. Don't look as scary now." I teased at him, my voice becoming venomous as I talked from my anger.

He let out a chuckle. "Don't look so bad ya'self." He said as he made his way over to me, checking me out. I noticed that he had somehow made a weapon to put around his stump. "Ya look like captain hook." I said, meeting his eyes. They reminded me a lot of Daryl's which only made me more mad and struggle more. I let out more grunts of pain as my broken arm was screaming at me. Daryl and I had just got reunited and now I was taken away again to who knows where by his own damn brother.

Merle let out another chuckle as he stepped closer, admiring his blade. "Been a long time, Daft. Didn't ya miss ya old pal Merle?" 

"Couldn't say that I did." I spat out at him, causing his smirk to grow.

"What about my baby brother? Ya seem to think he's alive and thrivin." He sat down on the table, looking down on me, trying to taunt me with his blade. I couldn't help but let out a insane laugh, he obviously doesn't know how much I've changed. He raised his eyebrow at me for laughing at him, but it only made me laugh more. 

"What are ya gona do Merle? Cut me up? I thought we where friends.." I mocked his words. 

He got down from the table and got in my face. "Wana stay friends? Then ya got tell me where ya all hold up... Where's my brother and officer friendly? I'd like to have a word with him.." 

"Yeah I'd like to have a word with him, too... Especially Daryl." I said with an evil smirk on my face, I knew I was getting under his skin. I know if I told  him that Daryl and I where together than he might back off, but I was so angry that that idea seemed like cheating; I want to do this the fun way.

He brought his knife that was on his stump up and ran it down my cheek lightly. "Jus' tell me where he is, princess. Then you can be on your merry way back into the sheriffs arms. And what about that pretty lil' sister of yours, hmm?" 

I completely tensed and felt my body start to shake. "You leave Syd the FUCK OUT OF THIS!" I shouted and struggle on the restraints more, anger over powering the pain in my arm.