Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter Fifty One•

M U T E D

Season 4

Bobbie's Point of View:

"I'm Allison Andrews. I'm...I'm your sister."

"B! We gotta go!" Daryl yells and pulls me away. Allison, the girl who claims to be my sister, follows close behind us.

"Who is that?!" Michonne questions.

"I don't know." Daryl ignores Allison and we kept running with the walkers hot on our ass. We see classroom doors opened but most of them are filled with walkers. Allison is clutched onto my backpack, slowing my down. I quickly turn around and grab her wrist, pulling it off my bag. I run to the nearest door and slam it, keeping the walkers locked inside. Bob and I begin pulling the chairs, desks and tables down on the floor to slow, maybe even trap the walkers.

"Don't have an exit." Michonne tried opening the last door. We're at a dead end with a large window in front of us. Daryl tries his best to kick the door down but nothing seemed to work.

"Then we make one!" He shouts.

"Get down!" Tyreese suddenly yells. He throws a fire extinguisher at the window and the glass shatters.

"Come on! Move it! Jump down the walkway below." Daryl yells as he helps us jump out the window. I turn my back and see Allison trying to jump up and get out.

"Bobbie, help me! Help me!" She shouts. I look behind her and see the walkers closing in on her. She turns back and sees them. "Come on, Bobbie! Help me!" She yells. I slap my hand into hers and I yank her up. Bob finally jumps down on the roof with the rest of and he falls over, hanging off the roof. There are walkers below us and he fights with them to win his bag back.

"Bob, let it go." Michonne says. Daryl drops his crossbow and grabs onto Bob, pulling on him.

"Just let go, Bob." Tyreese says.

"Bob, let it go." Michonne says.

"Just let it go, man!" Daryl growls. The bag suddenly swings up and lands on the walkway. We all hear a clank from the bag and stare at it. Daryl walks over to the bag and pushes his hand inside, picking up a bottle of alcohol. He turns to Bob and stares at him.

"Got no meds in your bag? Just this? You should've just kept walkin that day." Daryl growls. He turns his body away and prepare to throw it.

"Don't." Bob utters and throws his hand to his gun. Daryl's eyes drop to Bob's gun and he quickly approaches him, getting up in his face. Bob avoids eye contact with him. Daryl looks down and took Bob's gun away. Daryl quickly grabs his shirt and pulls him closer to his face.

"Just let it go, Daryl. The man's made his choice. Nothin you can do about it." Tyreese says. "Just gotta let it go." Daryl lifts his arm up and he presses the bottle against Bob's chest.

"I didn't want to hurt nobody. It was just for when it gets quiet." Bob shakes his head.

"Take one sip. When those meds get in our people, I will beat your ass into the ground. You hear me?" Daryl growls. Bob slowly lifts his arm up and grabs the bottle. Daryl pulls himself away and he picks up his crossbow. I turn away but felt a hand grab my arm.