Last One Standing ~ TWD Daryl Dixon

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Daryl

"Your property now belongs to Negan."

The leader was an oily little prick. The guys with him looked tough, but he was someone hiding behind whoever the hell this Negan guy was. He said the name like we should know what it meant. The prick kept talking. "And if you're people who can get your hands on a tanker, you're people our person wants to know."

He took another step towards us and I tensed. I could have easily taken him but I glanced at the guys behind him. Their guns were now pointing in our direction. "So let's get those sidearms shall we?" he approached me first and I glared down at him. "Right now," he said.

I pulled the gun out from my belt and held it up to him.

He smiled a oily smile, taking my gun. "Thank you."

Sasha handed hers over.

"Thank you," he said giving her the same smile

He stepped up in front of Abraham, who glared down at him. Abraham hesitated with his hand over his gun and the man nodded as though he understood. "If you have to eat shit, best not to nibble. Bite, chew, swallow, repeat. Goes quicker."

Abraham pulled his gun, real slow and handed it over, his eyes ranging over the other guys and their guns.

"Who are you people?" Sasha snarled as he walked back towards his bike.

He turned back to her. "I get the curiosity. We have questions ourselves. And we'll be the ones asking them while we drive you people back to where ever you call home."

I stiffened we were not bringing these assholes anywhere near Alexandria. They were a tough group, but they didn't look like nomads. They looked clean and well fed and their bikes all looked well taken care of. They also weren't carrying enough gear to be out over night. They had a camp and it wasn't that far away. I wondered if they were from the same group Dwight and Sherry were running from. Running back to, I corrected myself. Anger surged through me just thinking about them.

The prick had kept talking the whole time. "Take a gander at where you hang your hats. First though, your shit. What have you got for us?"

"Yeah, ya just took it," I snarled, shifting my weight restlessly. It took everything in me to keep my temper in check and not just attack them before they attacked us. I glanced over at Sasha and Abraham, but it wasn't just me. Abraham was a brawler, but without her gun Sasha could get into trouble.

"Come on, I mean can we not? 'Kay? There's more, there is always more." he sighed "Tee, take my man here to the back of the truck, start inside the back bumper and work your way to the front."

Tee climbed off his bike and walked up to me. He shoved me towards the back of the truck, away from everyone else. I stumbled a step but stayed on my feet. "Go," he snarled, shoving the barrel of his gun into my ribs. I grunted but went willingly. He was bigger than me, and at least had the rifle if not more weapons. I was going to have to do this quick and quiet. If the others heard, I was pretty sure they would shoot Abraham and Sasha.

I waited until we were around the back of the truck. I turned towards the truck, like I was reaching for something. He leaned in towards me, eager to see what I had. I slammed my elbow back into his stomach. He grunted and his rifle clattered to the ground. I swung around and punched him. He staggered and nearly fell. I ran towards him. I wrapped my arms around his waist to pull him to the ground. He swung down with a knife and stabbed me in my shoulder blade.