Lost then found • Daryl Dixon

Chapter Twenty One

Daryl's Pov

We'd spent most of the morning clearing out the generator room, slowly making our way through the prison. I was looking for any signs of her, in case somehow she made her way closer to this side of the prison, but there weren't any. But I wasn't going to stop looking, not till I knew.

Carol had found me early this morning, still sat by the mound of dirt that was an empty grave. My cheeks stained from tears that had now stopped, my fist had clenched around the small necklace I had once given her.

She didn't say a word, just sitting down on the ground next to me, placing her arm around me. Carol understood, she was one of the few people that understood me. She knew what finding Kaylee in that forest all those months ago did to me, knocking down the walls I had spent my whole life building.

Carol had eventually pulled me back inside the prison, Oscar, Axel, and Glenn needing my help to start clearing the prison. Rick was still gone, no one had seen him since yesterday. I know she would hate to see him like this.

After clearing out the generator room, Axel staying behind to fix the damage Andrew caused. The rest of us headed back to the cell block much to my disagreement. I needed to find her.

Everyone was sat in the common room, eating breakfast that Carol and Beth made, I sat on the steps away from everyone.

Carl's head hung low, as he sat silently opposite Beth feeding lil ass kicker, everyone was silent. The events of yesterday still fresh on their minds.

"Everybody okay?" Rick's voice echoed through the room as he walks through the gate. He had cleaned up, no longer covered in blood.

"Yeah, we are," Carl said, turning around to face his dad.

"What about you?" Hershel asked him as he made his way fully into the room.

"Cleared out the boiler block," he said simply, looking down to Carl.

"How many were there?" I asked him.

"I don't know," he sighed. "Dozen, two dozen."

"I have to get back," he said suddenly, putting his hand on Carl's shoulder. "I just wanted to check on Carl."

"Rick, we can handle taking out the bodies, you don't have to," Glenn tells him, standing up from the table.

"No, I do," he tells him more sternly, before making his way over to me, asking "does everyone have a gun and a knife?"

"Yeah," I nod, "we're running low on ammo though."

"Maggie and me, we're planning on making a run this afternoon, Found a phone book with some places we can hit look for bullets and formula," Glenn adds.

"Cleared out the generator room," I tell him. "Axel's there trying to fix it. Case for emergencies."

"We'll sweep the lower levels as well," I add on, my mind instantly going to her.

"Good, good" was all he said as he walked back out the gate, closing it behind him. "Rick!" Hershel called after him.

•••

Oscar, Carl, and Myself had started making our way through the tombs. Carl insisted he had to come, he said he had to know.  Couldn't really argue with that.

It was quiet walking through the dark tombs, the only light coming from the torches we had. Carl kept to my side with his gun and handmade silencer attached and ready to go.

We soon started hearing quiet banging, getting slightly louder as we got closer.

Walking through one of the gates, we find the source of the banging as a door kept opening then to be closed again, the corpses on on the ground blocking it from opening fully.