It turns out that the place Daryl was talking about was a prison that I passed about two miles back. They offered me a ride back but the catch was no weapons in the car so I decided a walk doesn't do anyone bad except my ankle kept shooting pain through my whole leg every time I stepped with my left foot. I tried to hide the limp around them though. I thought they'd need some time to check with the rest of their group.
Rick wasn't entirely sure about me. I guess they had bad experiences with strangers in the past but now a day who hasn't? Daryl, on the other hand seemed to trust me entirely. He insisted on giving me his best buck knife in case I ran into more trouble. I just laughed at him. It must be a mutual respect. He seemed to like the thought of another bowman in there group although if you ask me, a cross bow doesn't fall in the archery category.
After about thirty minutes I reached a treeline. I could see the prison across a short patch of grass with a stream running through the middle.
As I crossed the grass I'd take out the ranks that got close using Daryl's knife. it saves me a polish for my own knife. I crossed the small bridge that was over the steam that I'm guessing is their drinking water supply. I walked slowly so not to come off as a threat to them. When I reached the gate there were four people waiting for me. Rick, Daryl, and a woman next to a man. Both who I didn't know.
"Back up," the woman said.
I decided I wouldn't push my luck so I listened and moved back.
The gate was pushed open and Rick nodded me forward. I stepped into the first gate opening.
"You know I have to search you right?" Rick looked at me.
"Yeah, go a head." I sighed, "Wait." I added, grabbing Daryl's knife out of the boot I'd placed it in and returning it to him, "Thank you." I returned my attention to Rick, "Alright."
He put me against the fence and started to pat me down. He started with my legs and pulled out every knife I had on me. My legs had knife holsters on both sides. Those were mine. Rick pulled off a total of four small throwing knives that belonged to my brother, three large buck knives which were given to my sisters, a machete that was my father's, and two medium hunting knives, one belonging to me and the other being my father's.
"Remind me not to piss you off." Daryl smiled.
"I'm holding them for a friend," I teased him. Earning a scoff.
I huffed back a laugh as Rick checked my arms. My leather jacket was thick but I still flinched when he patted the open wound on it.
He must have noticed it because he asked me to take the jacket off and have the woman who's name is Maggie take a look at it while he continued patting me down.
Of course with the jacket off all I had under neither was a dark green wife beater so the guns sticking around my belt area were obvious. My bag had most of my weapons in it but Daryl had grabbed it.
My shirt was tucked in so Rick pulled it out to get the two pistols out of the back of my belt. Out of reflex I jumped and spun around to face Rick.
"I have to check your back to make sure you don't have anything hiding." He said putting his hands up.
I swallowed and turned back to the fence. 'He's not gonna like what he finds' I thought to myself, uncomfortably. He slowly lifted up the back of my shirt to check the small of my back. It's easy to tape something back there I guess.
He lowered it back down and swallowed hard, "Alright. You're clean. If we decide so, you'll get your bag back tomorrow along with all your possessions."
