Trust Me | Daryl Dixon

Part 2

"Rosita, put the gun down!" The unknown man, who saved me, instructed.

"We don't know her." She said lowly as her eyes pierced into mine, readjusting her grip on the gun.

"Rosita-"

"Maybe she's right, Rick," the driver said quietly, looking back in the rear view mirror to see me, "We don't know anything about her."

The man, now to be known as Rick, sighed, "Okay," he nodded, "You're both right; pull over up here."

Panic filled my body, unsure of what these complete strangers might do next. I didn't know if they were going to kill me or maybe they'd just tell me to leave, but either way, I was scared.

"I- I'm not gonna hurt you, if that's what you're worried about," I said honestly, "I don't even have any bullets left in my gun!"

They all stayed silent through my pleading as Rick got out of the van and walked to the back, opening the door and swiftly pulling me out.

"What's your name?" He asked bluntly.

"Elizabeth- or um, Liz." My shaky voice said as I felt the hands of another person begin roughly patting me down, taking the gun I had from my waistband.

"Well, Liz," he started as Rosita handed my gun to him, removing the clip and checking the chamber, "Why're you out here all alone?"

"I wasn't-"

"I knew she had to be working with someone." Rosita scoffed, the driver of the van now out and standing by Rick.

"No, no, I'm not working with anyone," I said confused, "I was with a small group of people, all that was left of us, and we got split up.. I couldn't help them."

"So they died?" Rosita asked, no remorse in her voice.

I swallowed harshly, "Yeah."

Rick looked up at me from the ground, "Are there any more of you?"

I shook my head, not knowing if my words would come out strong enough.

The air was silent before Rick spoke up again, "How many walkers have you killed?"

"Walkers?" I asked confused.

"Dead people." Rosita cut in.

"Uh, a lot?" I said unsure, "I mean, I don't really have anything to compare it to, I just killed the ones I had to when I could."

"How many people have you killed?" He asked immediately after, catching me off guard.

"What?"

"Just answer it." The driver of the van said.

I sighed, biting at the inside of my cheek-- a horrible habit I picked up, "One."

"Why?" Rick asked.

I furrowed my eyebrows at the memory, "He was already dying.. he asked me to do it."

He nodded his head at my answer, looking at the ground again before looking back up at me, "We have a group and a camp- a place to stay, it's nice; houses, running water, and a wall. If you'd like, you're welcome to come back with us."

I looked around at the people in front of me, the glare from Rosita and the friendly face of the driver sending me mixed messages, but I soon nodded, "I don't have anywhere else to go."

"Then it's settled," he nodded back, "My name's Rick, this is Rosita, and this is Glenn." He said pointing to the people beside him.

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