Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter Thirty Two•

M U T E D

Season 3

Bobbie's Point of View:

I look at Sebastian and see him holding out my knife to me. He's got his own and I take mines back.

"We're gonna have to fight them." He sighs. "You take them, I'll take the bigger group. He stand back to back and prepared for the walkers that got close to us. I take out one walker, hearing Sebastian taking one out himself. I kick back on before taking out another. I have six walkers to kill. Before I could make the next move, I slammed up against the wall. I fall to the floor and see Sebastian take out two walkers. I stand back up to fight the walkers, but he pushes me against the wall, wrapping his hands around my neck. I gasp for air and slap his hands, digging my nails in his skin to relieve me.

"You don't deserve to live! You didn't before, what makes you think you deserve to live in this one?!" He growls. I kicks him back and he releases me. A walker comes too close and I take it out, trying to kill more to get away. Sebastian tackles me down and I drop the knife. I turn on my stomach and kicked at him. He rams his elbow on my leg and I feel the pain setting in. I finally turn on my back and kick him in the head, knocking him off. I stand back up and limp my way to the knife, picking it up. I take out two walkers and decide to throw one at Sebastian. He throws it to the side as I turn around to run. He grabs my hair and yanks me back. He kicks me in the ribs before bending over and punching me in the face. He suddenly gets side tracked by a walker and I take that chance to get back up, regardless of how the pain felt on my body.

Sebastian turns around and he runs after me, reaching out and grabbing me again. He grabs my neck from behind and once again slams me against the wall, choking me out. He lifts my body up off the ground and I kick and fight back, but nothing seems to phase him. I'm beginning to lose consciousness from the lack of oxygen I was getting. The knife reminds me of its presence and I take that chance to stab him in the shoulder. He lets out a shout of pain and drops me. I take off running, leaving him behind. I continue running through the long, dark hallways until I hear more walkers. I turn to my right and see a door. I open the door and see nothing there, must've been a supply closet. I close the door behind me and I lean against the wall, listening to the walkers passing by. I lift my shaken hand and felt wetness all over my face. I swallow and taste blood. After everything he's said, I thought he'd change. But some people never change.

Daryl's Point of View:

Once I thought everything was gonna be okay, everything falls apart. B wakes up and I felt like everything was gonna be okay again. But then walkers just came outta nowhere and all hell breaks loose.

Rick, Glenn, Axel and Oscar all run into the cell block. The three of us take out walkers in the dining area as Rick takes out other walkers in the cell block.

"Lori! Carl!" Rick screams. I go running for Rick.

"We just took down for of 'em here!" I yell over the alarms. There are lights flashing in each cell.

"There were four in here, but no sign of Lori or anyone!" He yells.

"They must have been pushed back into the prison!" Glenn says. Rick paces back and forth.

"Somebody is playing games! We'll split up and look for the others. Whoever gets to the generators first, shut 'em down!" Rick yells. We all fall back to the other side of the prison and run through the corridors. Eventually, Glenn and Axel split up as Rick, Oscar and me stay together. We take out walkers as we go as we search for the generator room. Walkers are hot on our asses and the only thing we wanted was to find the generators.