Death, Blood and, Somehow, Love

The Prison

                  Daryl led me to a prison. It was completely worth it, considering I ran, while he drove. It was a pretty junked up motorcycle, but, hey, it's something. The huge cement building in front of me was huge.
                 Few biters surrounded the fence, and I ran to stab each one. On my 7th one, I had been running to it when I trip, hurting my ankle. The biters heard me cry out, and turned towards me.
               " Help!" I yell, " Help me, you dumb bastards!"
               A man with either black or brown hair is about to open the fence, but Daryl stops him.
              " Let's see what she can do. "
              That's what he wanted to see? I can give that away. I grab a knife from God knows where, and stand unsteadily. Each biter falls to my knife, but I wanted to get inside the gates. I take my bow and barely even aim at the biters. I hit my target every time. Soon though, my ankle started swelling and I couldn't move it. I throw my knife at the last biter and fall, unknowing if the knife stuck.
              *                         *                          *
              I must have fallen unconscious , because I end up waking up in a musty cell room.
             " Well, this is disgusting, " I say, unaware that a girl with soft blonde hair was behind me.
             " Yeah," she says, making me jump, "but it's home. Mr. Grimes said that I couldn't let you out. Sorry. "
            " Who was about to open the gate? "
            " Mr. Grimes, " the girl says matter-of-factly.
          " Where is he?"
          "He's on a run, but he will be back shortly."
          " Will or should?" I ask wryly.
          " Will!" The female stomps her foot, " If I know my group, they will come back! They're strong. "
          " Don't matter how tough ya are. Walkers can still swarm 'em. "
          I hadn't seen Daryl behind us until now. I could see him behind the girl, through the bars of the cell.
       " We didn't need your damn two sense in here.
      " My gif' to ya," he smirks, making my stomach flutter.
      What the hell? I think, What's he doing to you, Rays?
     " Well, take it back," I say mocking his expression.
    " Daryl," a man's voice says, " Daryl, where are you?"
   " Rick, I'm in with the bitch," he grins and I give him the death stare, " She's 'wake. "
             Rick, I assume, enters the cell room.
         " Let me out of this damn cell. I wanna strangle his ass." I say, laughing. Daryl laughs too.
                             Daryl's POV.
        " Let me out of this damn cell. I wanna strangle his ass." When Jayda laughs her beautiful laugh, I have to, too.
       NO! NOT BEAUTIFUL, THAT WASN'T ME!
     Then who was it, dumbass. Just shut the hell up.
     Even Rick laughed, and soon, so did Beth. Rick finally pulls his ass together and puts on his serious face.
         " I assume you've met him-" he points to me "- and maybe even her." Rick points to Beth.
        " Um, Mr. Grimes?" Beth's drawl shows when she talks, " Mr. Grimes, I never said to her my name-" she turns to Jayda " - It's Beth. Okay Mr. Grimes. You can go on. "
        I roll my eyes at her.
         " I got 6 questions for you," Rick starts, and I stare at him, " One: What's your name?"
        " My name is-" I interrupt Jayda before she could fully answer.
        " Her name's Jayda. Rick, what the hell you think you're doing? No way's that bitch staying within 100 feet of me. "
        " Where are you from?" He continues, ignoring my statement.
        " Just south of Atlanta. "
        " Rick!" I yell. He still continues.
                         Jayda's POV
            Daryl got more and more aggravated as Rick went on.
         " Where are you going?"
         " Nowhere, just going. "
         " How many walkers have you killed?"
         " That's what you call the bastards? Don't know, I lost count after 80."
        " How many of the living have you killed?"
        I hesitate for a moment. Tears form in my eyes.
        " Seven." I choke. Both Rick and Daryl stare at me. Beth must've left earlier.
        " Why?"
         As if the last question wasn't enough, I think. I pace in my cell to stop myself from crying.
         " Damn it! Stop! I can't do this anymore." I sob.
         " I asked you a question. Why?"
         "Rick. Stop," Daryl says, surprising me, "It's personal, don't break her. "
                              Daryl's POV
          What the hell, Dixon? Let her suffer.
               I look at Jayda, her eyes filled with shock. I couldn't let her crack, not like this. Not under pressure.
          Don't get close to her, my conscience tells me, You're not actually caring about her, are you, Dixon?
          " Free to go, Jayda. " Rick says, quietly, "It's open."