Little Dixon (Daryl Dixon)

Brother, Brother

((Daryl's POV))

It didn't take long for me to track the bastards that took Avery. Rick, Maggie and Glenn came along, though they mainly let me do the work.

I tracked the bastards right up to the gates of a town called "Woodburry". We stayed hidden in the woods; there were men standing guard on top of the gates. I could hear loud music coming from the inside of the gates.

"Woodburry?" Rick said, staring at the gates. I grunted and studied the walls of the town.

Suddenly, a guard shot up and pointed at something in the darkness.

"Walker!" He announced. The other men stood up. One turned on a spotlight and shone it on a lone walker that was shuffling towards the town. The rest of the men held up guns and looked around for more as the first man shot the walker in the head, making it fall to the ground.

"This place seems safe," Rick said, eyeing the guards. I scoffed, "They took Avery and shot me in the damn leg."

Rick sighed and motioned for us to follow him. He began to lead us back into the woods.

"Whoa, wait where ya goin'?" I questioned.

"I see a way we can get in," Rick announced. "But we can't just stroll up to it."

He led the way through the woods, but kept within sight of the walls of the town. Pain shot through my injured leg with every step I took, but I didn't let it weaken me. I wasn't a pussy.

The music from the town became louder and louder as we cautiously walked up to the wall. There was a small hole that was covered with a think wire where Rick said we could get in.

"And how do you suppose we cut that?" Glenn questioned, studying the think copper wire. I blocked out their conversation as I looked through the hole. Inside the town, I could barely make out an arena. People sat around it on bleachers, cheering and shouting. Over all the screams and the loud music, I thought I heard someone cheer, "Merle". For a second, I thought I heard my brother's voice. For a second, I thought that I actually found my brother. Then I remembered how he amputated his own arm; how he could've died from blood loss or infection or exposure. My brother was dead.

"Daryl," Rick said, though I barely heard him. I was still focusing on the screams. "Daryl, watch out."

I shook my head and looked to see Rick holding his machete and waiting for me to move.

"Sorry," I muttered, moving out of the way. "Rick, I'm not sure if we should go through that way. There's a whole party going on right there."

"What else are we supposed to do, wait for them to be finished?" Rick retorted. "We can't wait around all night. Do you want Avery back or not?"

I scoffed, "Y'all have fun with gettin' yerselves killed. I'm gonna find my own way through."

Without waiting for an answer, I slung my crossbow over my back and began to walk away. I heard Rick mutter something but I ignored it. They were gonna get themselves killed because they wouldn't listen to me. This place was well armed, and the whole town was probably in that small arena. Which means the guards probably are as well.

I made my way carefully down the wall of the town. The music was becoming softer with every step I took. My leg was killing me, but I couldn't stop. Avery was in that town, and I needed to get her back.

After about scouting the whole perimeter, I finally found another hole in the fence. This one wasn't covered in wire, which meant it probably was made recently. Maybe this town wasn't we secure as we thought it was. I carefully slid through the tiny whole. This part of the town seemed quiet and abandoned. There was another gate around the corner with two people keeping watch. I began to walk through the silent town. I could only hear the music and screams faintly, but there was something else that I couldn't make out. I shook it off and continued my way down the streets. The sounds of my footsteps sounded like thunder against the silence, and one was more uneven than the other.

I scanned the streets and buildings, searching for a place where they would keep Avery.

I heard the whispers of the guards on lookout. I guessed they probably noticed a walker or something, so I took no notice to it. I clenched my fists in frustration. Where would they keep a prisoner? There had to be some place! All of the buildings just seemed like apartments or stores, no place to keep a prisoner!

Suddenly, the sounds of gun shots rang out. Great. That was probably Rick, Glenn and Maggie getting their stupid asses caught. More gun shots rang out, and I started to run. I clenched my teeth in pain as my leg began to ache. Behind me, I heard the sounds of the guards hopping off of their station.

"Shit," I muttered to myself. I was going to get caught if I didn't hide. I turned into a dark alley just as the guards began to run towards the sound of gun shots. I stayed in the dark alley for a few moments before peeking out to make sure it was safe.

I heard a click and came face to face with a barrel of a gun. I froze and stared at the man holding the gun. He was Mexican and looked totally badass.

"Drop your weapons," He ordered. I just glared at him, holding on to my crossbow.

"He said drop your weapons, God dammit!" Another man said, raising his voice. I dropped my crossbow, still glaring daggers at the men. The second man grabbed my crossbow as the Mexican grabbed my hands, tying them with a rope.

I scoffed in anger as I was led down the dark streets as a prisoner.

-

The next thing I knew, I had a bag over my head. My hands were tied together and I could hear the hushed whispers of the men that captured me.

"The Governor wants us to bring him to the arena," One man said.

"Why?"

"This man is apparently..." I blocked out the conversation. I didn't care about what these bastards were gonna do to me. I was so close to finding Avery. Now I was just another prisoner.

Someone grabbed my hand and began to pull me. I reluctantly followed, though I made it difficult for the bastard. My leg was aching, and being drug like that wasn't helping it much. I began to hear the music and screams again, and realized they were bringing me to the arena.

I heard someone talking over a loud speaker, though I could barely make out what he was saying.

"...Disloyal to his town. He will be punished." The voice said coldly. Where they talking about me? This wasn't even my town! How could I be "disloyal?"

People gasped as someone was being hooked up to chains. Of course, I couldn't see, so I had no idea who it was. Sad and disappointed murmurs spread throughout the arena, and the man over the loud speaker hushed them.

"Alongside him, is his brother!"

The bag was ripped off my head and I came face to face with my brother.