ANGEL FACE ➵ DARYL DIXON [2]

Chapter Thirteen: Return Of Rad Brad

Chapter 13

Long syrup brown hair dancing in the breeze of a massacre. Pale autumn skin beginning to fade into the rest of the dark shadows. Skinny yet plump fingers that could tear your fleshy eyeballs from your deep sockets. Light a match next to her, her blood will turn into gasoline, exploding the land and bringing everything down with it.

This was another version of herself she didn't even knew existed. Until now.

The same her who was afraid of getting her bloods done in The CDC. The same her who never left his side because she was so afraid to be lonely. The same her who lost Kai, Girl and Clementine after a heard of walkers surrounded them all.

Yes, this was the same her who has just shot outside the walls into the grey tank causing smoke, placing and igniting a firework, and it flying and twirling until a massive explosion eurpted like an awaked volcano.

She jumps like someone hooked up wires and electrocuted her by pulling a lever, the same heard who made her loose her group yet lured them all to Terminus softly moaning behind her. Now, they were getting in through the poorly designed fences, guards shouting and retreating.

She sighs, the walker that she killed to get its blood smudged over her entire body. The walkers can't tell, thinking that she is apart of them.

And that's exactly what she does.

She tricks the system, limping along with a gun behind her back. Not only the walkers can't tell, but the people in Terminus can't tell, almost getting shot several times. Her heart is racing at an unhealthy speed, but she has to fight back the fear and play along. When she saw the man dragging Daryl out of the train car with his gas mask, trailing him into the building like he was nothing and stuffing a gag in his mouth, that's when she knew she had to do something. She cried into herself, seeing Kai, then Lance, then Ember.

She hopes they're all okay. And she wasn't too late with the explosion.

She walks with the same things that's weirdly caused everything to happen up until this moment. She walks with death. She walks with the enemy. Her plan is working so far, the walkers the root for more destruction. She watches as a walker scratches a man's throat out, and she's pretty sure she just saw his tongue. Either that or a chunk of flesh.

The heat from the fire warms her skin, the ground bubbling and bodies engulfed in flames. The screams have turned to mute, half dead, half ran. Some now standing to their feet again in as little as seconds, a hungry desire for brains and blood. Any sudden movement could give it away, bathed, soaked, and disguised as one of these foul creatures; a twisted Halloween costume in a way.

The only treat she needs is to find the group, opening up the next door from her heartfelt find from before, and seeing a candle infested room with an indelible, haunting parrot staring right down from the rails.

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"What the fuck is going on?" Abraham spitefully demands, banging his closed fists against the wall of the train car.

"Someone just blew this place up," Kenny answers, shining with hope, "maybe our people got free."

"Excuse me."

Eugene pushes his way through so he's at the front, fiddling with something in his hands, then the door. He looks so caught up, the rest puzzled.

"What are you doing?" Rosita fires at him like a grenade, but it's a dud.

He thinks into himself before replying with no colour, "I might be able to use this shell to compromise the door."