Animal Gone Wild [DISCONTINUED]

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YOU'VE GONE TO FAR THIS TIME, YOU ASSHAT

    -Juniper's POV-
    I was sat against the wall down by the door. I was breathing regularly and enjoying my peace and quiet, even though I could hear Maggie and Glenn, I decided to zone them out this time, let them enjoy themselves thinking I wasn't listening.
    I opened my eye once witnessing Sasha walk and stand in the doorway. I closed my eye and let out a content sigh of enjoyment. I didn't care of the fact that I was making a quicker recovery than the others. Until there was an explosion. I tensed as I shot my eyes open.
    "Glenn," I called out.
    "I'm okay," he responded, "what happened?"
    "I dunno, you stay put. I'm gonna go find out."
    I rushed out and towards cell C, picking up my knives, slipping them on and then my crossbow over my head and clipped my bat into place. I let out a sigh of relief, feeling comfort in the weaponry on me. I rushed out and joined everyone outside.
    "Red," Daryl noticed, "get outta here. You're not well yet."
    "I'm fine Daryl," I scowled.
    We slowed down and saw cars and a tank. A fucking tank. Until I noticed who was standing on the tank. I let out a vicious growl, getting a weird glance from Tyreese, Bob, and Sasha.
    "Simmer."
    I dial downed my growl into a huff.
    "Rick," Governor called, "come out here. We need to talk."
    "It's not up to me," Rick responded, "there's a council now. They run this place."
    "Is Hershel on the council?"
    I took a step closer on one side of Daryl as Rick also took a step forward. Out came Hershel, getting on his knees. I went to lunge but Daryl held me back.
    "Not yet," Daryl mumbled.
    "What about Michonne?"
    I grinded my teeth as Michonne was pulled out of the car and put on her knees. My hands were wound into tight fists.
    "She on the council, too?"
    "I don't make decisions anymore," Rick yelled.
    "You're making a decision today, Rick. Come down here. Let's have that talk."
    "You mean that same talk you threatened Michonne and I's life," I snarled out, anger coursing my veins.
    I could hear the Governor give a low chuckle from here, winding me up more.
    "Well. If it isn't June. How'd my finger taste after you ate it?"
    I let a growl, knowing well enough I never ate it. I'm not a cannibal. Daryl held my shoulder to stop me from running down there. I could hear the gasps and shocked expressions from here.
    "That's her," I heard one whisper, "the one that bit off his pinkie? What an animal."
    I kept my glare on the Governor, knowing he spewed a couple lies of what I did.
    Rick stepped in front of my view, my eyes casted up from his chest to his eyes.
    "Don't make things worse June," Rick whispered, "you hear me? Simmer."
    I reluctantly relaxed into Daryl's hand, letting him let go as my face relaxed as well. Giving in to the order. Rick and Daryl nodded between each other before Rick and Carl nodded. Rick started making his way, I took one step forward but he raised his hand. He turned towards me with his eyes. I held worry and that was enough of a message he needed. He shook his head.
    "Not today June. Stay."
    I let out a slight whimper. I knew what could go down. Rick raised his hand a bit higher and held a sterner voice.
    "Stay."
    I searched his eyes for anything to tell me to stop him but I found nothing. I took two steps back and Daryl held me closer to him, giving me some comfort. My boys meant everything to me and if Rick, Carl, or Daryl got hurt. I don't think the girls could stop me from becoming undone.
    "He's gonna be fine Red," Daryl mumbled into my ear, "c'mon, we got shit to do. Emergency."
    I nodded silently and followed him back towards the group.
    "We can't take 'em all on. We'll go through the admin building, through the woods like we planned. We ain't got the numbers no more. When's the last time someone checked the stash on the bus?"
    "Day before we hit the BigSpot," Sasha responded, "we were running low on rations then. We're lower now."
    "Yeah, we'll manage. Things go south, everyone heads fro that bus. Let everybody know."
    "What if everybody doesn't know when things go bad," Tyreese questioned, "how long do we wait?"
    "As long as we can. We'll know when something goes bad anyhow. Red will growl or bark. That's when we really know to get our shit and go."
    Tyreese and Sasha looked at me. I raised my hand; straight faced.
    "Human guard dog. Fuck my boys up, I fuck you up. Same goes for my girls," I explained.
    "Well," Sasha commented, turning towards her brother, "at least she didn't bite our pinkie."
    "You guys are part of my boys and girls. You're covered."
    I turned to followed Daryl. I watched him take the roller of guns while I stayed put and faced the prison; listening in to the conversation at the fence. Keeping my eyes trained on the very ground beneath me.
    "Red," Daryl called, drawing me from the conversation.
    I turned my head towards him. He motioned me over. I took the gun from his hand and lined up my aim, listening back in as I stared directly at the Governor from my scope.
    Suddenly I saw him move. I followed him with my gun and eyes seeing him put the sword to Hershel's neck.
    "We'll fix the damn fences," Governor mumbled.
    I let out a low menacing growl. He actually swings, I am going to rain hell fire on him and his group. No discussion, just tearing them up. I watched carefully as the Governor pulled the sword away before saying one word. One word before having a scowl on his face. "Liar."
    Sling. It seemed to go in slow motion as he cut Hershel's head almost all the way off. Screaming and crying commenced from the girls. My girls. I let out a loud bark and growl as my hands gripped the gun tighter and shot the Governor in the shoulder as Rick nicked his arm.
None of them. None of them get to live. Not a single one. None. My mind seemed to get slowly fuzzy as my breathing became raggedy. I shot and hit many of my targets like a trained professional. I couldn't think straight, this wasn't one of my ticks. This was me in pure anger. The purest form I've ever had. None of them were allowed to live through this. Not a single one.
    They got in their cars and the tank started rolling along with them. I moved position and continued to fire with everyone else. Suddenly the tank came barreling in.
    "Daryl," I yelled, "grenade!"
    Daryl nodded and we turned and started shooting and killing the majority of them. I covered Daryl as he pulled a pin to a grenade and through it into the tank. I turned and covered the walkers that were behind us quickly.
    When I turned back to go to Daryl, he seemed to disappear.
    "Daryl. Daryl! Dixie!?"
    Nothing. I looked down before throwing the gun on the ground and ripping out my bat and raced off. I didn't know where I was exiting, but I knew I was running.
    I ran through the woods for hours, not knowing where I was headed, just knowing that I was surviving. I came to a stop when I knew I was far enough. I leaned on my knees as I panted. I glanced back and let out a whimper of sorrow, pain, and sadness. Everything I knew, everyone I knew was gone or possibly dead. My salvation was somewhere in the world, and I knew he'd survive. I had to survive so I could eventually find him. I hollowed out and let out a sigh, releaving me of everything.
    "I gotta become what I once was before I met them," I whispered, "I gotta be cold...ruthless, and terrible."
    And that's what I did.