Daryl's Kitten (Daryl Dixon)
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Clearing the shelves of the little bit of food that was left and stuffing the food and snacks into my bag, I was in such a hurry I did not hear the door to the store "ding".
But I did hear a weapon being cocked behind me.
I twirled around so fast I got a little dizzy from it. In front of me was a man with what looked like a crossbow, that was pointed right in my face. I started to shake and wanted to cry so bad because I felt terrified.
"Who tha fuck are you?" The man said in a dark, country accent and raspy voice.
"I-i-" Not really able to answer because I was so freaking scared for my life right now.
"Well are ya gonna answer ma damn question, little girl!"
"Pl-ease, can you get that out of m-y face sir." I asked more stabled now.
The man just stared at me with a mean look on his face. Then he smirked alittle bit.
"Yea, when I get ya name." He replied back.
"It's Destiny, yours?" I told while taking a step back.
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