Breaking our rules - Desus

CHAPTER VIII

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Jesus at the Sanctuary

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A few hours after Alex, Paul found himself running after one of the trucks of the Saviors.

Sasha had asked him a favor, can you find out where Negan lives?
Of course he could. He was good at tracking and following but that wasn't that necessary this time. He just had to snuck in one of the trucks the Saviors brought with them when they came to the Hilltop. So that was what he did.

So now he was running after the vehicle. Actually, a few minutes before, he was still sitting in the truck. Then the young teenager Carl had really suprised him. He had hid into the truck too, snuck past the Saviors. They had a talk, on the way to where Negan lived and Paul learned a lot more about Carl.

Sitting between the courgettes and liquor that actually belonged to Gregory, the boy spoke about his plan, how determinded he was and about how he hated that his father did nothing. The courage of the boy was outstanding, but Paul had to stop that. No way in hell he was gonna let Carl go into that place of the saviors, not even speaking of what could've happened when Paul didn't had shown up.

Paul tried to talk some sense in the kid, what seemed to work, because he agreed to jump out of the van with him.

Paul went first and rolled perfectly away from the moving truck. He waited for the kid to come after him, but all he got was a wave.
Paul had cursed to himself. Carl didn't wanted to go with him, he just wanted for Paul to let him do what he had to do. What a sneaky little guy.
He had to stop him, Carl's plan was recless and Jesus was convinced he was going to have himself killed.

So all he could do right now was trying to get on the truck and stop the boy. It actually suprised Jesus how much he already cared for Carl. If it was a random kid, Paul wouldn't know if he would risk his own life for him. But this was Carl. If something happened to Rick his son, maybe the whole deal with Alexandria would be off the table and they would be screwed.

Luckily, the truck got on a stop, and Jesus hopped on like people did with garbage trucks, back in the day.

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The whole time Carl had been in the factory - or what it even was - Paul had stayed on the top of the truck. It had been several hours, after only one of them, his muscles began to feel sore. Now, he couldn't even feel them. On top of the iceberg, it was a hot day. Paul wore his beanie and his leather coat, who were both drowned in sweat. But Jesus didn't care, he had to make sure Carl was save.

So Paul laid there, for about 4 hours in the burning sun. There were too many people walking around, unloading the truck or just walking by. So he decided to wait till nightfall, or for the car to leave again, before he could come off.

The second option it was. Negan decided he wanted to bring Carl back to Alexandria, in that specific truck.
A sigh of relief went to Paul's body, seing the teenager coming in one piece out of the building.

Paul waited for the right moment to jump of, Negan and his surroundings were distracted.
Mostly by Negan talking to Daryl.

Shit. Paul cursed in his mind. Daryl was there too, Jesus totally forgot about him. Maggie had told him that Negan captured the redneck, more she didn't know. 
He looked absolutely miserable.
The poor man, the scout almost couldn't look at him. He looked really bad walking around in those clothes, covered in dirt, mixed with sweat. Huge deep purple bags colered the skin under his eyes and the torture was written on his face.

Paul wasn't able to leave the man behind, he should save him, go for a rescue mission. Maybe he would talk to him then.

The scout shook his head. What the hell was he thinking. This mission wasn't about him and his stupid needs to impress the pretty guy. He should try to investigate. Nobody of the Alexandrians nor the Hilltoppers knew anything about Negan, the Saviors or the Sanctuary.
And if the change was there, he would try to save Daryl.

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Jesus ran a bit around in the Sanctuary, hiding whenever someone walked past or he came in a place with much people.

It was a complicated maze of corridors, and he was pretty sure he was never gonna remember this. From a big distance he viewed the big main hall with a lot of people in it, but didn't actually dare to have a better look.
He searched the crowd with quick eyes but didn't saw the pretty long haired guy he was searching for.
Jesus sighed, in a building like this, it would cost him hours to find Daryl.
Back to the mission, so back in the corridors it was.

Paul opened almost every door he could and had a quick peek inside. Nothing. Maybe Daryl was still outside.
Following the light, the scout found himself really quickly in the bright sun again. His eyes had to adjust a moment to see sharp again. It was quiet outside, only some birds could be heard. The time was about 5pm he guessed, the guards were probably changing, a good explanation for the silence.

Though, he heard soft talking somewhere. He should go check it out, maybe it was there where Daryl was. He decided to take a look.
The talking became more clear with every meter he got further.
Jesus grew excited, he didn't know why but he started running.

The mumbling turned into real words now. "Just like you .. " The man who was saying the words sounded desperate, almost afraid.
" .. please .. " He heard before he turned the last corner.
A bang could be heard.

Suddenly everything went really quick. Paul watched as Daryl smacked a fat guy down on the ground with a metal pipe. He went totally crazy on the head. Paul stood like a statue with his mouth and eyes wide open, he didn't know what to do.

He didn't know what was going on, he didn't know why Daryl was doing this, he did know that these people really had messed with him. No one would act like this without reason.

Daryl just went on and on, hit after hit reverberated in his ears. His sight went blurry as he let all his rage and frustration go on the guy laying infront of him. These people scared him for life with their sick games. The worst thing of all Daryl thought, was that all these man and women just followed that maniac, like it was the most normal thing.

"Daryl?" His name was the first thing he heard. Looking confused up, he met with some blue eyes. It took some time for hin to figure out to who those eyes belonged to.

He saw Jesus, looking horrified at the scene. What the fuck was this guy doing here. He didn't know what he was thinking, but it didn't matter right now.

Panting, Daryl let go of the metal pipe, letting it cling on the floor. He reached over and took his best friend's gun. The iconic colt python didn't belong to these people.

Paul still didn't know what just happened. He also didn't know how stable Daryl was. He was a bit suprised when he began to speak.

"It ain't just about getting by here." He growned in a heavy, low voice. His bangs fell infront of his face, hiding any emotion. "It's about getting it all."

Paul was confused. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

It was in seconds that Daryl shot out of his weird, crazy mood. "I got the key let's go." It sounded like Daryl again, not some guy with rage problems who just killed someone with a metal pipe.

But Paul was still a bit stunned. He didn't know what to think, nor what to say. He would come back to that, later.

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