My civilisation (D.D)

Forty eight: The end?

//Ophelia's POV//

Observing everyone around the camp I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable at how they all eyed me up and down as they passed.

Wow. A woman fucking tied to a tree. How interesting.

At least 5 fucking hours I had been trapped here.

Sighing I leant my head back as Peter approached.

He pulled out his longest, sharpest knife and cut the ropes that were restraining me to a tree.

However my wrists were still tied together so I wouldn't get far if I did try and leg it.

And the bastard knew that.

"What do you want?" I hissed.

"Straight to the point I like it."

"Well?"

"I'm here to take you back to Alexandria."

"What?" I asked scrunching my face.

"Don't get too comfortable. You'll be with me the whole time. I just need you to attend the meeting since they won't start unless everyone's present. Then we're heading straight back here."

"Daryl won't let you."

"Old Darney boys not here."

"He'll be back soon."

"Not tonight though."

Shaking my head I let out an annoyed sigh.

"What do you want with me?"

"I want to make you an offer. Become one of us. Become a wolf. You'll be protected."

I scoffed at the idea.

"You would have to become my wife though."

I suddenly burst into a fit of laughter that I didn't realise nearly everyone was staring at me.

In fact I was so busy laughing at the stupid idea I didn't realise I had been slapped across the cheek which had my stitches in until I felt blood drip on my hands.

The son of a bitch broke one of my stitches.

Sitting up straight I narrowed my eyes.

"And what if I say no?"

"You die. Darney dies. Alexandria will be attacked."

"You'll do all those things anyway."

"Well we'll attack Alexandria but we'll let you and darney live."

"It's Daryl."

"I know. But Darney is so much more fun!"

Laughing at his own stupid self he put a hand on my shoulder and smiled.

"You have an hour to think about it sweetcheeks."

I instantly cringed at the name.

Not because of the name but because Peter said it.

That was the name Merle would always call me and I smiled at the thought.

In fact I could imagine Merle being here. He would be sat next to me insulting every person here. Or he would have been knocked out by now because he would have pissed everyone of.

I laughed quietly to myself at his memory. Merle was a good man deep down.

Sighing I thought about how I should play this out.