Last One Standing ~ TWD Daryl Dixon

11

5 Months Later

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Daryl

I couldn't see anything. I fought against the rope's that were around my wrists even though it cut into my skin. The bag they had over my head reeked like someone else's sweat. I could hear the soft breaths of the man standing next to me, but beyond that all there was was the excited clamor of a crowd nearby.

"Get 'em!"

"Kill 'em!"

Whoever the hell they were they were worked up into a frenzy. This was not going to go well for me.

I silently cursed myself up and down. I was such an idiot. I wanted so badly to find my brother I sacrificed myself to get the others out of Woodbury believing, just like when we were kids, he would show up and save me. And just like when we were kids I was bitterly disappointed. I couldn't even be mad at him, for all I knew he didn't even know I was here. I was pissed at myself more than anything. I was such an idiot.

I slammed my wrists sideways against the ropes hoping the jerk would loosen them, it didn't. The stuff fibers cut into my wrists and soon I could feel the warm stickiness of blood on my fingers.

I heard a hush fall over the rowdy crowd for only a moment and then screams again of the mob baying for blood. I jerked against the ropes once more.

"Not such a hot shot now are you." The man's accent was Mexican and his voice quivered in excitement. This was seriously not going to end well for me. "You wanna see what's coming next for you?" He whipped off the hood.

I blinked rapidly as my eyes fought to adjust to the sudden light. I was standing behind a barred door. Reminded me of a jail cell. I really wanted to turn around and see what was behind me but I had a feeling my guard wouldn't be too keen on that. In front of us was a large open court yard with bleachers and a full crowd of almost fifty people screaming and cheering.

It took me a moment to see what they were cheering for. There were seven walkers, some being held by guards and some loose, shambling around towards a lone figure. In the middle of the circle of walkers stood a woman. Three other walkers lay unmoving at her feet. She wore a pair of shorts, heavy duty knee high boots and nothing but a shorts bra. As I watched she whipped around in a tight controlled spin, her body moving up and arcing out. Two of the walkers fell, blood spraying. She had no weapon that I could see from here. The men holding the other walkers all seemed to nod and in another second they released the five on her all at once.

She spun and arced and fought. It was beautiful in a macabre sort of way. She reminded me more of a dancer than a fighter. One walker fell and without hesitation she pivoted towards the next and slammed her fists forward towards its neck, than jerked her fists out and away from each other. The walkers head rolled to the ground, it's body dropping.

Knives, she had to be fighting with knives.

I took half a step forward, leaning into the bars so I could get a better look. She was a tiny little thing, quick but I could tell by her movements she was strong. She kicked another back slamming her fist up through its skull and the crowd went wild. Screaming something but I couldn't make it out now. I found myself watching her hands closely, noting when she changed her grip on the slim blades she held.

"Like what you see ese? You're next." My guard growled shoving the muzzle of his gun into my ribs.

I grunted but didn't take my eyes off the woman who fought. She was down to only two walkers now. Under the yard lights I could see her skin glistening with sweat. Her short dark hair was matted to her face and her chest heaved with the effort. She shoved one back so it tripped over the body of one of the fallen and swung around using the momentum she created to slice across the neck of the walker snapping at her. It fell back, it's neck nearly severed but not completely.