Daughter of the Fallen

No Way Out

With the unsettled feeling of the unfamiliar voice coming through the walkie talkie finally behind us, we were making good progress to Alexandria.

My parents and I were trying to pass the time by playing I Spy.

It was my turn. "I spy with my little eye something....green."

"Tree," my mom immediately answered.

"Man," I grunted.

She chuckled. "Bree, you've done tree your last three turns."

I threw my hands up in defeat. "Well, it's not exactly like there's anything else on this d*mn road."

I suddenly jolted forward as the truck came to a screeching halt.

"Easy!" I scolded Daryl.

I looked out the windshield to see why he stopped.

A group of about a dozen men were blocking the road. They were all on motorcycles.

The four of us just sat there staring at them, utter confusion filling our mind.

"Why don't you come on out," the man at the head of the group called. "Come join us on the road."

We all exchanged a glance. My dad was the first one to open the door and hesitantly get out. The rest of us slowly followed him.

"What could they possibly want?" I heard my mom whisper.

When we moved to stand in front of the truck, the man smiled.

"That's great," he commented. "It's going well right out of the gate. Now step two, hand over your weapons."

My hand immediately went to grip my gun that was in my holster. If he really thought that I was going to do what he said, he had another thing coming.

"Why should we?" Daryl asked, echoing my thoughts.

"Well, they're not yours," he answered.

"Who's are they?" I asked, not bothering to hide the disgust dripping from my voice.

Seeming surprised by my confidence, he stepped forward. "Your property now belongs to Negan. And if you can get your hands on a tanker, you're people our person wants to know."

He walked up to Daryl. "So let's get those sidearms, shall we?"

Earning a shocked look from me, Daryl got his gun and gave it over to me.

"Thank you," the man said before walking over to stand in front of me. "Now you, princess."

The nickname made me wanna choke him before throwing him in a vat of acid but I tensely gave him my gun.

My mom gave him her gun without a word and he moved on to my dad.

My dad made absolutely no move to give him his gun, making me proud that I was his daughter. I felt the necklace he had given me against my chest and it made me feel safe.

The man stepped towards him. "If you have to eat sh*t," he said. "Best not to nibble. Bite, chew, swallow, repeat. It goes quicker."