When the dead rise to feast on the living, it becomes nearly impossible to keep yourself, and your family, safe from anything.
For Daryl Dixon, that statement couldn't have been more true. As the apocalypse turns the world into a cruel, cruel place...
People arrived back to Alexandria in small amounts, around one or two every six hours or so. Slowly but surely, people were completing their missions, and getting us one step closer to ultimate victory. It practically killed me not to be out there, doing my part in the war, but the Saviors unexpected arrival at Alexandria proved why I needed to stay back at the community. A part of me believed Rick employed me to come back there for just that reason.
Speaking of our overwhelmingly prideful leader, when Rosita eventually returned, she informed me that Rick had gone to try to form another deal with the trash people. Yes, the trash people, the same ones who shot him and kicked him off a twenty-five-foot high platform.
Not on my watch, Rick Grimes.
After I heard that news, I told Lea, who fully agreed that the idea was a terrible one. So, being the arrogant, independent women we were, we hitched one of Dad's extra motorcycles from the shop, and high-tailed it out of there. There were enough people at Alexandria to fend off another attack, considering people such as Rosita, Tobin, and a few others were there, plus, Michonne, who was starting to recover from her injuries. No one tried to stop Lea and I, which was a huge surprise, but I think most of the Alexandrians knew she and I were trustworthy. The only person who would've tried to stop us was Carl, but, at that time, he had gone out into the woods. He wouldn't tell me why, but he had said something about, "looking for something important." I didn't question him; if Michonne let him go, then I thought it was okay, too.
Rick had told me a rough description of where the trash people were staying before the war had started, so, bearing that in mind, Lea and I mounted our motorcycle, and sped clear out of Alexandria.
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I was able to find the trash heap where the dumpster folks called home, and I stashed the bike in a pile of bushes just short of the place.
"Don't shoot unless we have to; I just came here to make sure Rick doesn't do anything stupid and put trust where it doesn't belong," I told Lea, and she gave me an adamant nod, in full agreement.
"Yeah; we don't wanna start another war," she said with a slight smile.
I let the comment fly over my head, and nodded at her without emotion. I was on a mission, and it was hard to distract me when I had my mind set on something.
Cautiously, we approached the trash heap, and, once close enough, began climbing in order to see down into the pit. It was a struggle, considering debris were loose and any sound could alert the trash people of our presence. Although, slowly but surely, Lea and I were able to scale the pile, and eventually were able to overlook the "community" from above.
"Ah geez," I said, looking down upon the scene with a crinkled nose and narrowed eyes.
I had no idea why, but Rick was sitting on the ground, clad in nothing but, dare I say it, his boxers. Jadis was looking down upon him with a polaroid camera in her hands, smiling like the Cheshire cat.
