It's dark out by the time we get to the Woodbury fence. A bunch of armed men stand on it and there's a searchlight scanning the debris covered road. Every man and woman on the wall looks rather awkward with how they're handling the weapon, but their confident stance shows otherwise. I narrow my eyes, wishing my deduction skills were better.
"Wait here. I'll find a way in," Michonne says, sneaking away stealthily.
We wait quietly, our breaths soft and short. I take Daryl's hand, squeezing lightly. I'm not going to act like I'm not scared. Infiltrating an enemy base is dangerous work, and I can only hope that nothing goes terribly wrong. Oscar, who's on my other side, looks even more terrified than me. Still, I admire his bravery. He's never been on one of these runs, so the fact that he's here shows wonders about his loyalty.
The light padding of footsteps returning makes us all perk up.
"I found a way in," Michonne tells us, kneeling down near Rick.
"Alright...lead the way," the Sheriff whispers.
We follow her, the light rustling of leaves the only sounds aside from our fast-paced breathing. We get to a rusty cellar door, and upon climbing inside, we find that it leads up into one of the houses.
"Now where are our people?" Rick asks.
"I'm not sure. We'll have to let the streets clear out," Michonne replies.
She peeks out the window, where a few stragglers can be seen. I purse my lips, adjusting my grip on my gun. Time passes slowly, like molasses in the winter time. Every one of us looks incredibly antsy. Every second that passes feels like another second we're losing in rescuing Glenn and Maggie.
"We've got to get out of here. We're like sitting ducks," I break the silence.
The door lock clicks. We only take a split second to react before we dash around the corner and hide. The door creaks open.
"Hello? I know you're in here. You're not supposed to be here, you know," a man says.
We don't respond. The floorboards creak as he gets closer. I hear him laugh airily. As he walks around the corner, Rick pins him against the wall, gun aimed at his head.
"You've got our people here," he growls. "Where are they?"
"I...I don't know," the man stutters.
"Where are they?!" Rick demands.
"I don't know!" the man repeats.
"Open your mouth," Rick says.
When the man does, he stuffs a sock into it and Daryl knocks him out with the butt of his crossbow. He drops faster than a stone when tossed into a lake. Rick looks up at us, nodding shortly.
"Let's go."
We leave the building, moving through the streets with the grace of amateur ninjas. Let's just say, I'm glad the streets are empty.
"Maybe they're in there," Michonne whispers, pointing to a separate building.
We go in, guns raised. Michonne drops back, possibly watching for any disruptions. Our group moves on without her. Eventually, we get to a long corridor that opens into a wider space. Muffled voices come from the other side of a wall. We press ourselves against the metal ridges vertically lining the wall, listening.
"Up on your feet! Let's go!" a man yells.
Rick hands me a smoke bomb discreetly. Daryl takes one from his belt. We unpin them and throw in sync. There's a soft clunk as they land, rolling for a brief moment. The voices halt, as does our breath.
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Daryl's Angel (Book One in the Apocalypse Angel Trilogy)
Fanfiction"Why're you bein' so nice to me?" "I would want the same if I were you." Hope Starling was alone when the dead started rising. She had always been alone, with parents that had disowned her and no friends to help her. Inside the department store in...
