Walkers, Three Mermaids, Two Singers, and a Sheriff's Son

Chapter 24: Dance off

Delilah's P.O.V

After Noelle left me sitting on her bed, I got up to go find Carl. He said that he was going on watch, so I started to walk outside towards the watch tower. But Rick stopped me. "Delilah!" He called. I stopped in my tracks and turned around. "What?" I asked him. "You lied to me about the llama escaping. There are consequences for stuff like that. But since I'm not all that mad anymore, your consequence will be small. Delilah, I challenge you to a dance off." I looked at him quizzically to see if he was serious or not. He looked pretty serious, so I burst out into laughter. "A dance off? What kind of consequence is that?" I questioned him. "A good one. Because I'm going to win. You're going to lose. It's as simple as that." "Me? Lose? Pfft. In your dreams." I smirked, crossing my arms. "Okay. Well we need an audience and a song. I'll go gather everyone that's inside the prison and you go get Carl." He said, walking away. I rushed outside to find Carl. "Carl!" I yelled. He looked down at me from the tower. "Delilah, is everything alright?" He asked, looking slightly worried. "Yes. Everything is fine. Your father just challenged me to a dance off. That's all." "What? Now this I've gotta see." He said, turning around and running down the stairs of the tower. "Oh. And I also need a song. I don't know what song to do, though." I told him. "I have the perfect song! Come with me." He shouted excitedly, running off. I ran after him. "You're always making songs. So I decided to make one of my own." He said as he proudly played the recorded song for me. "Beat. I hurt the Gingerbread Boy. Cuz he's Pretend-Bread Boy. Little cookie man never waved to me, So he got knocked out. Because I flow. La Jiggy Jar Jar Doo. Dur Dur Dur Dee Dur. Man, I just flow. Shoeshine... And no one wanted your stinkin tiara. (Hey, hey, hey) Cause no one wanted your sticky chair. And why you always talk about the cool kids, Who take archery? Yeah you're a shrinky dink. You'll get a funeral if you don't wise up and call me, Carl Poppa." The song started. I listened to the whole thing and afterwards, Carl said "So what did you think?" "It was great. I liked it." I said, trying to hold in my laughter. "Good. Now come on. You've got a dance off to win." He said, running out of his cell. I followed after him. When we reached the place that the dance off was taking place, Rick looked at me. "Did you choose a song?" "Yes. Your son wrote it." I answered him. Rick just raised his eyebrow, questioning it. I just shook my head and motioned for Carl to play the song. Rick and I started to dance. But Rick stopped and put his hands on his hips and said "What the fuck is this?" Carl rolled his eyes at him. "Music, dad. Now dance or Delilah's going to beat you." And with that, Rick started dancing again. The whole entire time that we danced, I had to try not to laugh. Not only because of the song, but because Rick was dancing like a ballerina. He was twirling and leaping around the room and every thing. At the end of the dance off, we had everyone vote for who they thought was better. But while they were voting, I got this uneasy feeling. "Has anyone seen Noelle?" I asked, a little bit worried. "I did. She told me that she was going on a walk." Luke spoke up. "A walk where?" I asked him. "Outside of the prison." "Alone?" I asked him. He nodded. "Oh my god. I've gotta go." I said, trying to walk away. Rick, who didn't hear our conversation, stopped me. "Where are you going? They haven't finished voting." "Rick, I've gotta go. Noelle needs me." I said, trying to walk away again. "No. Not until they're done voting. I'm sure that she's fine." "No. I've seriously gotta go." I glared at him. "Delilah, don't argue with me..." He glared back. At that point, I didn't care anymore. I did the only thing that I could think of to get out of there. I teleported right in front of everyone.