Words From The Heart

Stuck In A Closet

Rainbow Dash and Daryl Dixon

Stuck in a closet

Character Backgrounds:

Daryl Dixon, while loyal and strong, also had a harsh childhood with an abusive father and a mother that wasn't very involved in his life. His brother Merle wasn't there much either, and died when the world started to fall apart. With people eating each other and no safe place left to hide, Daryl walks the streets alone... until he hears a scream.

Rainbow Dash is a fast-talking, emotional, and very out-going pony. Having many friends and a bubbly personality, she's struggling to find her way when she wakes up in this unfamiliar world with human-like creatures out to get her. Being alone was her worst fear, and now she was living it. She gets trapped in a house and screams for help when the monsters try to kill her.

~~{Short Story}~~

There was nothing more eery for a survivor like Daryl Dixon when he was out in the open, his crossbow raised, and everything was silent. Not a soul-or rather undead soul- in sight. The street was empty and only the fallen leaves scattered the ground beneath his boots, but the Georgia heat that he grew up in caused beads of sweat to form on his forehead as he strained his senses to find any sort of sound or movement. It was an ear-piercing scream that caused his body to tense up and the immediate, almost involuntary action of his legs to start running without any second thought.

As Daryl ran towards a barren sign of the old world, a farmhouse, he saw what looked like dozens of walkers surrounding the area. Although not too keen on being with others, he wasn't the type of person to let someone die without trying to save them first. Daryl noticed the stench of rotting corpses was overwhelmingly strong as he tried to think of a way to get inside.

"Help!" The voice screamed again, pushing Daryl's stress level to the max when he noticed more walkers coming out from the trees lining the yard. He had to get in now before it was too late.

Deciding it was safer to climb one of the trees outside the house rather than going inside directly, Daryl hurriedly threw the strap of his crossbow onto his shoulders and used his strength to pull himself up each branch towards the second story of the building. Looking through the window and seeing rainbow-colored hair sticking out from under the closet door, along with a clear room, Daryl broke the window using his elbow and climbed through it quickly.

"Hey," Daryl whispered roughly, causing the whimpering from the closet to stop.

"H-Hello?" He heard the breaking voice call out from the closet, but suddenly a walker had broken a hole in the weak door and had many more corpses following behind it. Daryl cursed loudly before aiming his crossbow quickly at the first walker's head and firing his bolt into its skull. He didn't waste any time in running to the closet and slamming the door shut behind him; the loud BANG of the slamming door attracted more attention from the undead beasts outside of their confined space.

"Hi!" Daryl's attention was brought down to the tiny pony standing extremely close to him, his eyes widening as he thought 'What the h-"

"I'm Rainbow Dash!" The pony squealed cheerfully, seemingly forgetting about the current situation she had gotten them into. Anger flooded through Daryl as he realized that getting out seemed hopeless, and to top it off, he was two inches away from a talking pony. He surely had to be losing it. "What's your name?" Rainbow continued after noticing his knuckles start to turn white from his grip on the door handle. "You should probably not squeeze that thing so hard, your knuck-"

"Shut up!" Daryl whispered harshly, trying to ignore what he thought was a hallucination. A talking pony in the middle of the apocalypse; yup, he's losing it.

Rainbow Dash started bawling again from this person's sudden rudeness, all she wanted was to not be alone anymore; she hadn't asked for this, to wake up in an unknown world without anybody she knows and these monsters trying to kill her. That's it, she decided, if he would be that rude to her, she would just not talk to him. But... maybe she would give him another chance. As Daryl stared through the little spaces in the pattern of the wood, thinking of a plan of escape, Rainbow decided that maybe this guy just didn't have any friends and that's why he's so grumpy. She could be his friend!

"So what's your name?" She asked again, hoping she would receive an answer this time. Daryl glared at her, only being able to see from the little light that shined through the door, and hoped that she would stop asking if he just told her.

"Daryl," He whispered, hoping she'd get the hint to stay quiet. Daryl thought that if they were quiet enough, the walkers banging on the door would lose interest and go away. However, the quiet seemed unattainable as the pony let out a high pitched squeal, getting excited over the fact that she'd gotten him to attempt kindness.

"Awe! What's your favorite color? Do you have any powers? What do you like to do? Do you have any family? Favorite food? When was the last time you had a bath?" She rambled, asking about anything and everything that came to mind, covering her nose at the last part for dramatic effect.

"Shut up! I don't know what you are, and I don't care, but if you don't shut your mouth in the next second I'm gonna shut it for you, got it?" Daryl snapped, pulling his knife out and aiming it threateningly at the whimpering pony. Rainbow nodded quickly, gulping at Daryl's threat. She didn't understand, but for the first time, she didn't feel like talking anymore. Daryl nodded briefly before looking down at his knife, getting an idea. He wanted to get away from this place as soon as possible-alone- and he thought he knew just the way to do it.

"Hey!" Daryl called, his rough, southern accent gaining all of the attention from the walkers who hadn't already noticed they were there. He shoved his knife through the holes in the door, hitting just the right spots in the walkers' heads and killing them instantly. The first kill gave him hope he could finally leave this situation and return to being alone like always. However, another obstacle threw itself in Daryl's path: "STOP!" Rainbow screeched as she watched Daryl kill someone, the sudden scream causing Daryl to lose his hold on the knife, leaving it in the walker's skull as it's limp body fell to the ground and out of reach. He turned around and threw his fist into the wall behind him, his face red and veins bulging.

"What the hell?!" Daryl screamed, his knuckles in searing pain as he could now see the fading sunlight through the hole in the wall.

Rainbow stood her ground, she was angry as well; "You can't just kill someone! I may not know the rules in Humantown but I do know you shouldn't just go around stabbing people!" She yelled back, not planning on letting this go.

Daryl's anger flared alongside his confusion, "Ya think those things are people? No. There's no human left in those things. Go out there and see what happens, see if those things will follow you back to lala land, go. I sure as hell ain't gonna stop ya."

Daryl couldn't stand one more second in here with the pony. Pulling two of his freshly made arrows out of the slots of his crossbow, Daryl cracked the door and used both arrows to kill two walkers at a time. Luckily these things were in more of a line rather than surrounding him, otherwise, he would've had to cover more ground. Two by two, he cleared enough walkers to make it back to the window and climb out without a second glance at the pony. Upon making it to the ground and running as far away from that place as he could get, all Daryl could think about was having to find a new knife, and how if it weren't for that stupid pony, his knuckles wouldn't be bleeding then.

"Um... Daryl," He heard from behind him, he abruptly spun around and came face to face with the same pony from earlier, flying. "I brought you your knife..." Rainbow paused, looking at the man with a sorry expression and holding it out to him with her two front feet.

Completely disregarding the knife, Daryl's hands bawled into fists and his temper rose once again; "You mean to tell me you can fly and you got me trapped in that closet for no reason?!"