Barely Alive // TWD // Daryl Dixon

Chapter 32 -- Escaping

"Life is at its best when everything has fallen out of place, and you decide that you're going to fight to get them right, not when everything is going your way and everyone is praising you."

 -  Thisuri Wanniarachchi

After I fell and hit the ground, I was a bit disorientated and my ears were slightly ringing. I looked around me and noticed Rick and Daryl had fallen down as well and were on the ground now, while Glenn still was over the edge of the trough, on his knees.

Gareth was the first to react, he stood up quickly. His face only showed panic and disconcert, the other two men also looked pretty scared, especially the one who had slitted the throat of those four men. Gareth turned to look from them to me. I was on my left side, on the floor. As soon as he stopped looking at me, though, I grabbed my blade with two of my fingers and started cutting my ties around my wrists, as I did I found out that it seemed way easier in my head.

"You stay here!" Gareth ordered the guys that had killed the four other men.

"Gareth, these guys aren't going anywhere!" one of them exclaimed.

"Stay here until I know what's happening!" Gareth ordered them before he ran out of the room and silently I cursed. If only he would have allowed them to go with him and leave us alone in here.

"So we just sit here?"

"Got a job to do," the man with the baseball bat told the other man.

I kept moving the blade up and down, rubbing it against the ties, I almost got it. Right now I didn't even care if those two men noticed what I was doing. They were too preoccupied with what was going on outside to notice me, though.

"You there, Gareth?" one of them talked through the walkie-talkie.

"He's busy."

"You smell the smoke? You hear the shots? He could be dead! The hell we doing here? The whole place could be going up!"

That man was really losing his shit, but on the bright side, none of them were even looking at any of us, and they hadn't returned to do their 'job', which would be killing Glenn first and then Daryl. One of them had started to pace around the room and the other followed him, trying to calm him down.

I smiled and sighed out of relief as I finally managed to cut the ties. I sat up, still with my hands behind my back so they wouldn't see I had broken free. Slowly, I moved my feet close to my hands so I could also cut those ties as well.

"You went on one roundup and you blew protocol. We don't deal with security. That ain't our job. This is."

One of the men walked away from the other angrily, wanting to go out there and help their people, while the other knew his place and wanted to wait for the others to fix the problem. I took the chance to stand up slowly so they wouldn't focus on me until I wanted them to.

"Hey, look at me!"

As the man was turning around, I grabbed the blade firmly in my hand and without a second thought I threw it at the man who wanted to go out and help, I wanted to hit him in the face, around the eye area but I ended up hitting him in the neck. As I saw him starting bleeding, I realized that small blade could make more damaged than I imagined it would do. Out of pure luck, I hit and cut his jugular artery, making lots of blood to pour out of his neck. I turned to look at the other man, he stared in shock at his dying friend, I guess that's another man on my killing list, then he turned to look at me with such hatred I was scared of him. I guess that if we don't manage to escape I won't be able to convince Gareth to keep me alive a second time.