Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter Eighty Seven•

M U T E D

Season 6

Daryl's Point of View:
We walked up the trail way as Jesus began giving us the history of this place. "There was a materials yard for a power company nearby. That's how we put up the walls. A lot of people came from a FEMA camp. Trailers came with them." He points to the trailers to our right.

"How did people find out about this place?" Maggie asks.

"That's called Barrington House." He points ahead to the large, red building in front of us. Old, pretty, historic. Man, I wish B were here to see this place. "The family that owned it gave it to state in the '30s. The state turned it into a living history museum. Every elementary school for 50 miles used to come here for field trips. The place was running a long time before the modern world built up around it. I think people came here because they figured it'd keep running after the modern world broke down." He pauses just a few meters from the stairs and points up. "Those windows up there let's us see for miles in every direction. It's perfect for security. Come on. I'll show you inside." I took another look at this place. It's muddy, green, trailers everywhere. Got their own sheds. It's like these people live in a fairytale, got a damn blacksmith. Weird. Odd. But whatever works, works, right?

Everyone steps foot in the Barrington house and we take a long look around it. Museum material alright. Feels like I'm on a damn tour in this place.

"Good gracious, ignatius." Abraham utters.

"Most of the rooms have been converted into living spaces. Even the ones that weren't bedroom." Jesus says.

"People live here and in the trailers?" I ask.

"We plan to build. There's babies being born." Jesus says. Two large doors open and out comes a short, old man wearin a gray expensive suit. He's got a mustache and beard and hairs on the sides of his head. The top, bald.

"Jesus. You're back." He greets. "With guests." He looks at us. Mans clean for sure.

"Everyone, this is Gregory. He keeps the trains running on time around here." Jesus smiles.

"I'm the boss." Gregory winks.

"Well,'I'm Rick. We have a community-"

"Why don't ya'll get cleaned up, Hmm?" Greg interrupts Rick.

"We're fine." Rick says politely.

"Jesus can show you where you can get washed up. Then come back down here when you're ready. It's hard to keep this place clean." Greg nods to Jesus. Jesus seemed to slightly roll his eyes before forcin a smile and waving his hand up to the stairs.

"Yeah. Sure." Rick nods.
Go
"Follow me." Jesus says and guides us upstairs. Everyone walks into a room and Jesus shows us how to clean up. Which was washing our arms with a washcloth and dipping it in water. Everyone then meets outside on the large balcony.

"You clean up first, you talk to him." Rick tells Maggie.

"Why me?" Maggie asks.

"I shouldn't." Rick shakes his head. "And you gotta start doin these things." I walk away and headed back downstairs. I noticed Abraham downstairs and saw him walkin back and forth. I found a window and leaned against it, looking outside. Everyone here just lives their lives. Doin what they can to survive, same as us. They make their own weapons and we just risk our lives to find more bullets. If only we could make our own or somethin, we wouldn't have to risk our lives everyday to get more ammo.