ANGEL FACE ➵ DARYL DIXON [2]

Preface

They forced themselves to climb up the steep hill, six ten foot spikes planted neatly into the ground facing down upon them wanting to be found.

Jake leans against Yumiko as he's barely walking, the vile woman leaving him for dead. She stabbed him repeatedly, blood squirting out as she did it again and again. He was left for dead, feeling a deep sense of neglect. It was a miracle he was alive when Daryl found him tied against the tree that sucked up all his juices.

Now, Jake, Yumiko, Daryl and Fava shake with fear, the spikes getting closer as they can start to make out that something is wrong with the way this is set up. It's in the air they breathe, their lungs taking a harsh allergic reaction.

Yes, something is terribly wrong. And it hits them all at once, taking a fist to the stomach.

Yumiko covers her mouth with her hand, gasping at the horror that lays upon her. She literally falls to her knees, going across each spike with her eyes that are drenched with water, and recognising every single cut off head that pierced up their the neck.

She hadn't killed the brain; their mouths still moving and moaning.

Jake cries out for his friend, Scozzafava freezing at the very imagine. Tears swell her eyes, hearing Daryl scream, "No! No!"

He immediately runs over to her, his body shifting to block it out the best he can. He lays his hands on her shoulders, Fava also seeing tears in his eyes. He's just as crushed and heartbroken as her. And strangely everything hurts. Grief sinks in, killing her slowly as she falls into Daryl. She's so weak and appalled, that he has to catch her quickly before she tumbles

"Jus' look at me. Nothin' else, 'kay?" He whispers, his own eyes locked on hers to make Fava follow.

Fava breaks down, mumbling words in Korean that Daryl didn't understand. She holds on tightly, digging her fingernails into Daryl's arms with anguish and torment. There's going to be bruises left for definite. But that's the least of his worries. Far from it.

"I'm sorry..." Daryl sobs quietly, the small group in mourn.

There was no dry eyes left on this ending autumn day, winter breaking the sky open containing drops of white snow that blankets the land; Fava's favourite time of year.