The Walking Dead {Daryl Dixon}

New World

 
   The reflection of the sunlight on the metallic keys dangling off Bassets buckle, taunting me.

"SON OF A BITCH!" I yell exasperated.

What the hell are we gonna do now? 

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The stench of the other guys puke on the air is making my stomach turn in disgust. That, mixed with the particular iron smell of blood from Bassets body is going to make me hurl too if I don't get out of here.

"Oh God.. What are we- what- He is dead!" the guy who puked exclaims.

I clench my jaw and roll my eyes. No shit, Sherlock. I take a deep breathe and walk closer to my cells door. Bassets foot a few feet away from it.

"What are we gonna do?" Mr. Puke mutters, panic clear on his voice. "How are we gonna get out now?"

A burly man stands up from the cot on his cell and walks closer to the hurling machine. "What are you talking about man, there' re some officers left. We gonna call 'em and have 'em open this damn cells before it gets worse. I gotta check on my old lady"

"Didn't ye hear the dead whitey on the floor? They all dead! Something attacked the damn precinct." A young African-American man shrieks as he points to Basset and the building we're stuck at.

I kneel at the edge of my cell and stretch out my right arm as far as I can. If I can get a hold of Basset, maybe I can drag his body over so I can fetch the keys and get us out of this shit hole. I got places, people to check on.

I curse as I feel Bassets shoelaces slip my fingertips over and over again. The cold metal bars, pressing against my face as I push myself as far into them as I can to get my arm to go farther.

"Shit!" I curse under my breath. Dropping my arm and leaning against the cell door.

"Hey, hey you, blonde girl!" I snap my head over to the guys cells with a bitch face. I'm not in the mood for taking guys crap.

"Yeah you! What are we gonna do? Do you have a plan to get out of here? Do you know what the hell is going on?"

Why the fuck are they asking me?? I look at them confused. Why the fuck would I have the answers they're seeking for is beyond me.
I glance back at Basset and to them. With a sigh I turn my body so I can see them while I speak.

"Any of you have checked the news or radio?" They shake their heads. I groan internally.

"Well, it started at the other side of the puddle. Europe, I think it was." I begin to tell them what I've heard for the last couple of weeks.

"Some people got sick. Hell of a fever, had them sweating like a fat kid on PE. At first they thought it was a bad flu, then some other disease that they believed had been eradicated years ago.. But truth is they had no fucking clue what the fuck they were dealing with."

The men listen intently. All sorts of reactions crossing their faces as I explain them.

I lick my lips and continue," Then there were videos of 'people' getting shot that kept on walking like nothing even happened in the first place. The internet went crazy! As always weird shit attracts people and in a matter of a few days these crazy videos were trending."

"Yes. YES! My sister showed me a video of this guy who was ran over and then, bastard just got up and kept on walking. Blood on his clothes and bruises but he just got up like if nothing had happened!" One of the guys says.

I nod, "Yeah. There were videos of all sorts. But none were up close. The only video from up close was a week ago, the person recording was attacked by the other one. Her screams could be heard as the camera shifted. It was on the news.. The video got a tons of views in a matter of seconds but then.." I stand up, brushing the dirt of my pants. I look at Basset.