Li'l Sparky // [Daryl Dixon]

Escaping

Season: Five

Episode(s): Slabtown (I'm starting an original storyline after Ryan escapes!)

*Ryan's POV*

I walked down the hall with a clipboard in my hand. Noah exited a room and gave me a look. He started talking and working for Dawn. That was my cue to go. 

I sneaked into Dawn's office and closed the door behind myself quietly. I walked around to her filing cabinet and looted through it. I didn't find a key, but I found a wallet. Inside was a keycard to a different hospital.

'Odd...' I thought. I looked down and saw an ominous puddle of blood. This couldn't be good whatsoever. 

The blood led to an amputated arm. The arm was connected to a dead body. That body was Joan. I noticed she had engraved a rather inappropriate message on the floor. 

I stepped over her and started looking through Dawn's desk drawers. One of the drawers was locked. Jackpot. I used a ruler to pry open the drawer. 

Found it. The key had a blue top on it. Dawn's office door opened and I froze. Gorman walked in. Of all people... 

"Hey there," he smirked. "I hope I'm not interrupting."

"Dawn was just askin' for her key," I lied quickly. 

"Was she, now?" Gorman asked. Goddammit. "See, I was just with Dawn and I don't seem to remember that. It's okay. Maybe she doesn't have to know. Maybe there's another solution. You know?"

He got real close to me so my back was pressed against the side of the desk. 

"A little win-win for both of us," Gorman whispered. I turned my head as he sniffed my hair. Just consent to it and you could get out of this. 

I noticed Joan's finger twitch. 

"So how 'bout it, Ry-Ry?" he asked me. "We gonna work something out here?"

In fear, I nodded. 

"Good girl," he pulled me forward and ran his hands up my back. 

Hold the phone. Consent out of fear is not consent. 

Consent out of fear is not consent! 

"Now Joan, she's not such a team player," Gorman continued. Think, Ryan, think! "Lucky for me... you're not a fighter." 

"No, but I'm quite a defender," I snarled and smashed a nearby jar of lollipops over his head. Just on time, Joan arose from the dead and bit into his neck. I grabbed his gun and got the hell outta there. 

I stuffed the key in my shirt pocket and walked away as nonchalantly as I could. Spots of blood were on my shoes. I prayed that nobody would notice. 

"Yeah, it may just be the battery," I heard Noah say. He was walking down the hall with Dawn and another officer. "I'll stop in and grab another one."

"Okay," Dawn nodded. "Ryan. Everything okay?" 

"Oh, Joan was lookin' for you," I lied. "I saw her and Gorman headed towards your office." 

"Thank you, Ryan," Dawn said and continued on. I turned to Noah and tapped my shirt pocket to signal our success. 

We made our way to the locked doors that hid the elevator shaft. I unlocked it while Noah grabbed a bag of gauze.  

A few hallways down, people started shouting. I guess they found out what really happened. I lit my flashlight and shined it down the shaft. It was a long way down. Noah tied some gauze together.