"Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but of playing a poor hand well."
― Robert Louis Stevenson
Even before sunrise, all of us started talking about a plan, we discussed how to attack them and trying to find a way out, it seemed like some sleep helped us. I didn't sleep, though, I couldn't. I was scared they would come and get us during the night, when we were more vulnerable because of the lack of light but nobody came. Besides, the three times I tried to sleep all I saw was us getting killed, it was better to stay awake.
Daryl, who had slept all night with his head on my lap, opened his eyes and smiled a bit at me when he saw me looking down at him, he sat up and kissed me on the forehead. He asked me if I had slept and I lied, I told him I had, I knew he would feel like he was to blame for my lack of sleep.
Afterwards, all of us looked in the few belongings we still had left, trying to find things that we could use as weapons. The men used the buckles of their belts and other stuff we had found in here, including some nails and sticks, I still had my small blade with me, so that was good.
"I'll be right back," Daryl told me, I nodded at him and stayed next to Sasha.
From my spot, I followed him with my gaze and saw him walking towards Maggie. I could hear Daryl informing her that her sister was taken in a car and assured her that Beth was alive when she asked him if she was in fact still alive. I was a bit upset he didn't tell me that, he could have, especially because I had asked what had happened to her, but I shrugged it off and focused on our problems at hand. I didn't even know why it was affecting me so much and making me so angry.
I loved Beth and I was glad she was still alive, wherever she was, and I hoped that she was okay but ever since Daryl mentioned he escaped with her, whenever he talked about her I got a feeling inside of me, making me upset, and that feeling just got worse when Daryl got all uncomfortable when I asked about it and refused to tell me more about it. I looked from Daryl to Sasha, who had asked me something, stopping me from thinking about Daryl for at least a few seconds.
As more time passed, Daryl moved closer to me and stayed on watch, looking out the train car in case people came to us. I grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze, he glanced down at me for a second before he continued to look through a small space between the door and the rest of the train car.
"All right, got four of them pricks coming our way," Daryl informed us a few minutes later, letting go of my hand. I stood up quickly and looked through the small space and indeed, four men were coming here, three looked to be around their late twenties or thirties, and only one looked to be around fifty.
"Y'all know what to do," Rick exclaimed. "Go for their eyes first, then their throats."
"Put your backs to the walls on either side of the car now!" We heard a man yelling outside.
But none of us did as we were told, we got on position with our weapons ready, Daryl grabbed me by my biceps and pulled me closer to him. He turned to look at me and in a quick movement, kissed my lips. Daryl didn't give me time to kiss back as he broke it just as quick. I could only hope this wasn't just a type of good-bye kiss or any of the sort.
We were just waiting for the door to be opened when we heard footsteps on the roof of this thing, then we saw a door from the roof being opened, I looked up but saw no one, just the light blue sky above us. Then I saw a gas bomb being thrown inside.
"Shit," I cursed, as usual.
"Move!" Abraham yelled.
We all ran to the very back of the train car, Daryl tried to protect me but realistically he couldn't do much. I heard the explosion and tried to cover my nose but it didn't really work at all, only seconds later I started feeling really dizzy. I tried to fight the feeling, I tried to stay conscious, I kept telling myself to stay away, that it was going to be over soon but with every second passing by, it just got harder and harder until I just lost consciousness and fell on the floor, next to Daryl and Glenn.
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Barely Alive // TWD // Daryl Dixon
FanfictionThe horrors continue in Cecilia's life and now they just don't have to worry about the walkers but people too. Great challenges and tragedies will test her like never before, will she be able to keep fighting or will it be too much for her? Sequel...
