The Devils Eyes •Daryl Dixon•

T W E N T Y - T H R E E : R E S C U E

"Cut my life into pieces

This is my last resort 

Suffocation 

No breathing 

Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm 

Bleeding" 

   ~ 'Last Resort' by Papa Roach 

                                          

Daryl's POV

"Shit, what now," I growl, pressing my weight against the walkers as they try to break in the door of a small cabin we went into.

We had ditched the car a while back, to catch the bastards in surprise. We brought the new girl, Michonne and Oscar.

I didn't care about either of them, I just wanted to go in there and save them. Save her. Make sure nothing happened to them.

I shut my eyes, scared on what they're going through.

For all we know, they could all be dead.

"What's that smell?" I stop pushing against the door and look back, to spot a dead dog laying on the floor.

"Guess Lassie went home," I grumbled, walking past the corpse, covering my nose.

Rick puts his finger to his mouth, and we spot the silhouette of a person laying underneath a blanket.

I raise my knife, and Rick pulls out his revolver, gripping the edge of the blanket.

With a sigh, he yanks the blanket off, revealing a startled man.

"Hey! Who are you?" he shouts, full of fear, gripping a shotgun.

I raise my knife higher, and step towards the man. "Be quiet!"

"Get out of my house!" he yells, his eyes panicking.

"There's walkers outside," Rick holds his hands up.

The man glances at me, as I rock back and forth towards him, unsure of how to attack.

"I'm calling the cops!" he turns back to Rick.

Ricks eyes fill of hope, and looks at the man. "I am a cop!"

"Show me your badge!" the man yells, cocking his gun.

"Ok, it's in my pocket," his hand slowly moves down to his pocket.

I knew Rick didn't have his badge with him. He looks at me, and I know we're going to quickly ambush the man.

It happens quick, Rick attacking the man. I duck as the gun goes off, leaving a hole in the wall above me. Rick puts the man in a chokehold, as the man screams, the walkers gorlws growing louder.

He bites Ricks arm, Rick screams in pain as he lets the man go.

"Help! They found me!" the man yells, running to the door.

Michonne scowls, and sends her katana into his chest. I stare at her in surprise.

"Let's get him outside," I walk up the corpse of the man.

"You can't be serious!" Oscar whines from the back, as Rick helps me lift the man.

"He's dead, check the back," Rick turns to him.

Oscar sighs and hurries to the back, opening it a crack. "It's clear!"

Michonne yanks the door open, and Rick and I quickly shove the man into the hoard of walkers, shutting the door behind them.