↠Silent, But Deadly↞

↠NiceJacket↞

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November 24th, 2020

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Chapter 137: ↠NiceJacket↞

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Daryl Dixon's POV

By the time we cleared all the area out, restocked up on shit from the nice damn armory. We leave through the gated exit, not wanting to waste ammo on the dead. But the damn sun was already high up in the sky when Rick rose the garage door. And we were meeting the army of trucks.

The guns we held were pointed in every which way, until there was absolutely nothing within the area. Guess Blake should have came with us, nothing went wrong. And would have saved the given few problems.

"Still think she wouldn't have made it through this?"
Rick said coming up to me, making Rosita a few feet away chuckle. No doubt knew what the purpose of her staying back was, pretty sure Abraham feels the same if he had absolutely any sense for her to hang at the cars as well. But just as I was about to respond, did I hear the all too familiar sound roaring into the air.

"Son of a bitch!"

I yelled, racing on over towards the asshole in quesiton, Rosita was the first one to fire. Hitting him directly, making my bike spin further out of control into the open grass. A few given feet away did I lung for the man who had just risen back to his feet.

Having my weight down against him did I begin, socking him in the jaw over and over again.
"Where'd ya get the bike?!"
Was all I could process, that asshole who stole my shit with that girl must have got caught. Guess they're kneeling down again.
Told em once, ain't no place safe since we made it in here.

The step back of a hammer to my left had me move my head slightly to the right to stay away from the opening fire. Readying myself for the ring that would be sounding at any second.

"Just do it! Like you did everyone else right?"
The man yelled, blood gushing from all areas of his mouth. Flooding through his teeth and around as he spit up his line to me, my hands around his neck as he continued to breathe through gently.

With the incoming call of the walkie beside the man, my eyes darted directly to it.

"Lower your gun, prick....You, with the Colt Python. All of you, lower your weapons right now."
Rising to my feet did I pull my pistol to the asshole on the floor. Looking at all corners where these people could be hiding. As Rick slowly went for the walkie to respond, I keep my eyes on this prick. Bitch took my line.
"Come on out. Let's talk."
"We're not coming out, but we will talk....We've got a Carol and a Maggie...What's her name? And a Blake. Ooo she put up a good fight, I like her...thinking this is something you want to chat about."
My heart instnatly sunk.
I didn't hear Blake's voice, what happened to her?
Is she alright?
With my mind speeding up with my pumping chest, I shuffled through the grass. Not letting this asshole go for a second more than he needed to be.

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Aurora Blake Dixon's POV

With everyone packing as the night grew on up, I stuck by with Maggie and Carol. We were silent, as apose to everyone else gearing for battle. Rick didn't have to say Daryl didn't want me to go, it was clear on my husband's face. The sheer level of fright every time he came near me was the obvious fact, that and because he questioned if anything was wrong between the two of us.

That question has been asked recently, and I hate to admit it. But I do wish to move on out of the house, we need our own space. He was right, Carl almost catching us was the worst of the worst. And I do not want to push that any farther than it needs to be.