Worlds of Thought

Chapter 11

Paul's eyes shot up to look at Maggie, who was sitting across from him on the steps of his trailer. They both jumped up and ran towards the Barrington house full speed. Luckily they bumped into Daryl on the way.

"you two need to hide, now!" Paul grabbed Daryl's hand and led him and Maggie inside the house, and up the stairs.

They raced through the house and barged into a random room. Paul opened up the closet door and motioned for them to get in, handing Maggie a knife.

"here get in, and don't come out until i come get you." Maggie and Daryl nodded at Paul. He started closing the door but was stopped by a hand. Daryl stood in front of maggie halfway in the closet and looked at Paul with an intense stare before moving to wrap his arms around the smaller man.

"be careful." Daryl whispered. Paul hugged Daryl back.

"i'll be back, you guys will be fine. i promise." They untangled themselves and Paul stepped back to look at the older man.

"Jesus! where are you?" Gregory called for him from downstairs. Daryl moved back into the closet, shutting the door, and Paul ran downstairs to the office.

The closet was dark and the only noise the two heard was their ragged breaths. After some time Daryl heard the front door downstairs open and he drew his knife. The small space suddenly becoming silent. The Barrington house was old so the doors were wonky, and there was a small space between the door jam and door that you could see out of if you peeked your eye next to it. A small sliver if light shine through.

They listened closely to people shuffling into the foyer, and some conversation. After a few minutes they heard a familiar voice boom throughout the house.

"well, we are just going to have to see arent we? my men are going to look around if you dont mind." Simons voice sounded sinister. He probably had that stupid grin on his face, Daryl thought. He could feel Maggies hand on his shoulder. His only concern at this point was making sure she would be okay, that if the saviors found them. He turned to look at her.

"if they open this door im gonna charge out, i want you to-" Maggie cut him off

"Daryl no. you dont need to-" And then Daryl cut her off.

"Nuh Maggie listen to me. theres a window on the wall to the left of this closet, i unlocked it when we came in and it faces the back of the community, I will charge at whoever it is and i want you to open the window and jump onto the roof below, you should be able to move across the roof without anyone seeing you, and drop down and hide in the trees behind the Barrington, just. do what you can to get out of here okay." He whispered

Daryl didn't need too much light to know there were tears welling in Maggies eyes. She hadnt ever been the one to get emotional when they were stuck in a bad situation. She'd always kept it together. He heard her sniffle in the dark.

"they might not find us. And if they do im not leaving you Daryl. I lost Glenn not you too. We can fight together, if they open this door." The mention of Glenn made Daryls chest feel tight, and he just grunted in return.

Simons whistle could be heard and they heard footsteps flood throughout the house. Maggie covered her mouth with her hand, and Daryl peeked to see if anyone was out there.

They waited for what felt like hours, but what was only minutes, before the door to the room opened, revealing a scrawny biker-like dude with a goatee and bandanna wrapped around his head. His hand was on his gun holster as he slowly made his way into the room, boots clunking as he did. Daryl felt Maggies hand grasp the fabric of his shirt.