Alex's Point of View
We were just about to head off on our journey to find supplies. And, for the first time in a long time, I am actually excited to adventure out into danger. Living such a lavish lifestyle here at camp has softened my survival skills and I just have this premonition that this place isn't going to last, so it might be a good idea to try to retrain myself. Plus I'll be able to escape Chuck. No matter how hard I try, I can't help but wonder as to what would had happened if I didn't put an end to his wondering eyes.
"So Mr. Dixon, are you as excited as I am to run into the welcoming arms of the dead?" I joked around with Daryl. It's all worth it just to spend time with him.
"Whatever, all I know is that I'd like to be runnin' into yer' arms," he smirked deviously. He does this whenever no one is around. All colors related to red or pink started to take over the surface of my skin. Never had I imagined that he, out of all people, would be such a flirt.
Being the awkward person I am I stop him in his tracks, "Shut up you loser." Filled to the brim with embarrassment I raise my hand to hit his shoulder. Before I could though he walked away back in the direction of our trailer. Alex, you idiot! You scared him away and now he probably thinks you're an abusive piece of $#@&.
I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I hear an all to familiar voice call from behind me, "Hello, Missy." Everyone else has evacuated the space and has fallen back into their normal routine, leaving just me and the mystery person.
"What the hell do you want from me Chuck? Haven't you done enough already?" Hot steam pours from my ears as I spit words of pure annoyance and disgust. I can't even bare to look at him, but that wasn't a problem for long...
A wet rag covers my face, blocking out fresh oxygen. How the $&## do I get myself in these situations? Everything begins to turn fuzzy as I try to blink away the growing tiredness in my eyes. "Dary..." Darkness blurs my sight as I try to mumble for a miracle.
Chuck's Point of View
We're finally getting somewhere with this ##$&#. And believe me, she's gonna get her punishment for what she did last time. "Morning," I grin, thinking of all the things I could do. Common courtesy would be to respond back with an equally as kind gesture, but she won't be saying much today. Heavy duty duck tape covers those pearly whites and rosy lips. It also is wrapped tightly around here petitte hands and legs.
Panic starts to form immediately as she regains consciousness. Man, that chloroform really knocked her straight out. That's surely the best route to take when kidnapping a person. Like anyone else in this terrifying situation she is going to try and scream. Scream. Yes, that's definitely what I'd like to hear. Torture isn't always humane, but it is beautiful.
"Go ahead, scream. You're not going anywhere. We're gonna have a little bit of fun first." From the pocket of my pants I pull out my knife, slowly opening it until the blade is fully exposed. "So... What shall we do first?" Commandingly I walk circles around her. Oh, this is gonna be very enjoyable, I laugh to myself, very enjoyable indeed.
Having scared her enough, I stopped right behind her and stroked her soft hair. Holding the weapon with my right hand, I hold it up to her neck, dangling right under her chin. She tries to pull back away from the glimmering metal, although I use my other hand to hold her by the hair.
"Shh..."
Alex's Point of View
I wined and prepared to have my neck sliced open. "Shh..." He said whispering into my ear as I trembled in pure fear. I love you, Daryl. I love you so much, my mind tries to telepathically send a message to the one I'm most afraid to leave. Now I'm doubting that I'll ever get to tell him in person.
"God damn, you really thought I was going to kill you. You must be a real gullible. Keep in mind that next time I ain't gonna be joking." Relieving all the stress in my body, Chuck removes his hands from my head. "Now get out of here before I change my mind! And don't even think about telling anybody about our little thing. If you do I'll find you, and then I'll kill you. Your friend will die too and join you in Hell." The door of the trailer flies open as he drags me out by my short hair. Great. Just great, now i have two lives on the line. Now I know that I can't squeal or else I'll be playing the role of God and I can't decide who lives and who doesn't. That wouldn't be fair to him. I, on the other hand, do not give a #¥£* about what he does to me. Actually, I think killing myself would end my suffering and make everyone else a little bit safer. But that's all things to worry about later. Right now I have a supplies run to be on.
"Pett!" I hear Daryl call for me by the gates of the trailer park. Pett is a nickname granted to me because I, as he stated, "Was like his pet." I, too, have a name in which I love to call him by, Mr. Dixon. He's like my teacher in some sort, toughening me up until I'm as tough as metal.
"What's up Mr. Dixon?" I ask, running up to him in the process.
"Get your @$$ over here because it's time to go!" Daryl demands in a slight yell. Going into a sudden flashback my mind remembers that tone. It remembers the pain that comes with it. I remember Chuck. Constantly I'll be recalling these small things, knowing the consequences of my actions if I say the wrong things. He's not only ruined my life, but also my chances to be open and loving with Daryl.
"Yeah, I'm coming," I reply in a monotone voice. Emotion has decided to pack its bags and escape my body because they are no longer needed. What's the point of love and happiness when all you can feel is frustration? Under the afternoon heat, I jog over to the group of men standing in ready positions.
"Ready?" Rick prods at me with a sincere question.
"As much as I'll ever be," I state. And with that the tall gates open quaintly and reveal the outside world once more.
What's up! Are you having fun reading my fanfic? Anywho, I'd like to just say that I'm very sorry for stretching out their supply run over like a billion chapters, including the next chapter I'm going to write. And the love stuff that is supposed to be the center of this book, well I'm getting closer to revealing a small love scene. So, if you're still willing, just wait for that to come out and I'll see you dudes in the next chapter. (If anyone got that Jacksepticeye reference, then I praise you.)
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