Instincts (Daryl Dixon FF)

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[Season 4, End of Too far gone]

No P.o.V

Maggies arm was tightly slung around Glenns hips, her stained fingers cramped into his shirt damp with sweat. Her bright teeth were shining from underneath her lips which were pulled into a stressed grimace. Glenn was breathing heavily his lungs aching for more air, pearls of sweat glistened on his temples and slowly ran down his cheeks. His body was tired and limp, still exhausted from fighting the virus he and the others had caught a few days prior. Together they slumped over the wide inner court, Glenns feet shuffeling against the floor when he was a step to slow for Maggies pace as they aimed for the emergency bus on the other end. Bullets were being fired all around them and the air screeched as a second shot was being fired from the tank and hit into the D Block.

"Fuck!", Glenn cursed as his body shook with the force of the tanks shot and beton crumbled down onto them from the walls. He lifted his hand which wasn't clenched around Maggies shoulder over his head, trying to protect himself from any pieces that might fall down.

"Come on", Maggie hurried underneath her breath. She could feel the explosions dust cluttering her skin and troubling her breathing. They had almost reached the bus and she decided to push Glenn forward, pressing her hands into his back to steady him. He grunted but tried to speed up, concentrating on not stumbling over his own feet in the process.

At the bus a middle aged black women was waiting at the entrance, helping everyone to climb in and keeping an eye on who was still missing. Her short curly hair seemed dull and even tough her face was calm and controlled, her hand was desperately curled around the bus door in pure fear. As Maggie and Glenn reached the bus she instinctively grabbed Glenns hand, helping him climb up the stairs. Maggie had held onto the same door behind him, breathing heavily and bowing her head. She pulled herself inside after Glenn, feeling the womens hand caress her back in a soothing manner. Maggie would have wanted to calm down, her racing heart beat and the adrenaline pumping through her body made her feel sick and panicky but her eyes darted through the bus. "Beth!", she called. Her fingers digged into one of the backrests as she scanned the rows for a second time, she wasn't here.

"Beth? Where's Beth?"

Margo had decided to walk around the bus, trying to surprise hit the Governor from behind since she had heard him slumping around the other side of the burned down bus. Rick had positioned himself on the other side, holding the revolver up to his chest. The cloth around his thigh had started to slightly soak with blood but the wound seemed to be closed for now.

She crept around the corner, the machine gun right infront of her, pointer finger shaking on the trigger. His back was turned fully towards her, she could see his dark grey shirt stretching over his skin and the string of his eyepatch pressing down hair at the back of his head. His left hand was still clutched over the wound on his shoulder, as he tried to hold his gun with the other. Slowly he leaned against the metal, getting ready to attack. Margo took one last step, planting her combat boot firmly between the grass. She could feel the damp mud underneath her soles and the blades tickling the skin of her shank. Long, deep breaths went down her lungs and her finger started to press into the trigger.

Suddenly someone grabbed her by the shoulder pulling her back harshly. With a loud bang the shot got fired into the air and her machine gun crashed onto the ground as a hand went around her throat, a forearm pressing into her upper chest. She growled loudly, and immediately lunged out to swing her elbow into the persons ribcage but her movement got stopped. There was only one person being able to predict her actions so well and as she flared her nostrils, filling them with the familiar scent she knew who was standing behind her.