Heartless ➳ TWD² [COMPLETED]

Chapter XXVI ➳ Unknown

➳ "WHERE is she?"

"Tess, wait," Michonne growled out, just as I came running down the stairs to the cellar. She grabbed my shirt's sleeve and yanked me back to her. "Don't do this."

I snatched my sleeve back and huffed through gritted teeth, "Do what? I want answers!"

"So do we," she claimed, just as Daryl walked up behind me. "Now, what we need to do is—"

"That's not your brother out there, y'know," I snapped, cutting her off before she could try to convince me otherwise. By the look on her face,  she didn't like how I just said that. "You have no idea what I am going through right now — what my kids are going through. I want blood for what they did to him. Dammit, it isn't fair!"

"I know it's not, but..."

"Hey," Daryl grunted out, picking up right where Michonne left off. I turned towards him and we faced off. "You ain't getting any blood from that girl. Not right now, at least. The guy that killed your brother is dead. Remember? You killed him... with your own fists. I don't think you need to be down here and trying to get answers by yourself."

As much as I wanted to slap the taste out of his mouth, I didn't want to be thrown in one of these cells, either. So, I gritted my teeth and accepted what I was being fed right now.

"Fine," I sighed out, nodding before my eyes met his again. "But, let me take watch."

"No."

"Down here," I barked out as he quickly answered me and tried to leave up the stairs. "Let me keep my eyes on her."

As much as I knew that they didn't want to leave me alone with the girl, they exchanged glances with one another before nodding to me. "We'll be right back," Michonne claimed, heading up the stairs before Daryl.

"She better be alive when we get back," Daryl warned before leaving with Michonne. They closed the cellar door behind them and, as soon as they did, I spun around and was starting to make a beeline to her.

However, before I could, a hand came out of one of the cells — which frightened me in the heat of the moment. "Oh. Sorry, Tess," the voice whispered until I looked up and saw Henry standing there, of all people. "Hey, what happened to Jesus?"

I shook my head and gulped down a huge lump. "Um, I... He's just gone, Henry."

He nodded and quizzed, "How's Mollie doing?"