-in the separation of her father, lucille finds herself amongst his future enemies
• seasons: six, seven, & eight
• lucille is changed from his wife to his daughter-name wise
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE; SEASON SEVEN |OPERATION MURDER|
"They can't catch us alive. If they do we give them something"
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"Follow me, I'll show you where you will both stay for the time being" A different man came up and led them to a small apartment that had a decent sized bed, a couch, a small kitchen and a bathroom "I assume you want to stick together?" The man asked
Daryl nodded and lightly pushed her in and thanked the man, closing the door behind him. The small place gave her chills but she ignored them and sat on the couch while Daryl leaned against the kitchen counter
"King, what a joke" He grunted obviously still pissed off they were left behind.
She silently nodded as she stood up and headed towards the bathroom
"I'm gonna head out, you okay staying by yourself?" Daryl called from behind, she looked over and nodded once more and closed the bathroom door
The small mirror showed my reflection scared her. This wasn't her. Not one bit. What she saw was a traitor. The more she thought about it, tears began to swell up, making her viciously wipe them away.
The tears dried as her face flushed now with anger. How could she have been so stupid? Making everyone protect her when she couldn't even protect them. The thought infuriated her, making her do something stupid; not able to control her anger, she smashed her fist on the mirror making it shatter into small pieces and blood mixing in with the mess.
"Son of a-" She hissed as she held her wrist, avoiding to touch the wound on her knuckles "Goddammit, I'm already breaking shit" she joked to myself as she walked to the kitchen and wrapped her hand with a white cloth. Going back to the bathroom, she picked the broken pieces up and threw them into the trash can. When she was done, she stood and looked at the now broken mirror. She chucked the white cloth into the sink and headed out the small apartment.
Outside from the porch, it seemed like everyone was busy. From clear view she saw the backside of Daryl, who stood also watching the people. she made her way over, placing her wounded hand behind her.
"Hey" she called softly making him turn
"Hey yourself"
Morgan came up in front of them "Ye' went to see them, right?" Daryl asked
