The Spiraling Drips
Chapter 1
Isolation.
Maggie Greene scanned the room, as darkness scurried across the floorboards. She peeked up at the northwestern windows which remained boarded up, no hope for escape. The cast iron door, holding prison-like bars in its window frame, presented a hallway filled with a musty smell. From the distance footsteps could be heard as they got louder and louder, finally approaching Maggie's holding area. The frail lights above her begin to flicker as some sort of ominous sign.
"Darling, are you ready for me?" the voice said in a husky tone. Maggie was in shock, no response could even begin to slip from her lips. The tone got louder "I said are you ready for me!" as the tone turned into a shout. The door began to slowly creep open, as a man resembling a past memory appeared. He appeared like a voyeur under Paris moonlight, as he approached her and began rubbing her face. "Oh your skin is so soft" the man said as he began to put his hands underneath her shirt and continued "We are going to have a lot of fun, beautiful".
Maggie knew she couldn't do anything to stop him; he was twice as strong as she was and there was nowhere to run. He climbed on top of her as the tension began, their shadows portraying that of ancient erotica paintings. Right before the ending ceremony, the door flew open.
The gracious aura of light surrounding the modern day Apollo, Daryl had arrived to protect his fellow friend. The man, who Daryl now recognized as the Governor of Woodbury, got off of Maggie and approached Daryl. "Hi sir, what are you doing here? How'd you get past my guards?" The Governor said as his keen eyes began to focus on Daryl's face. Daryl waited a minute and replied "I'm here for the girl."
The sunrise of an early Sunday morning brought happiness to the land of the dead. Maggie, Daryl, and the gang were all at the table finishing off bowls of oatmeal that Carol had made. They each were given daily chores to complete so not one person was doing all the work around their house. Maggie's job was upkeep on the backyard's garden. The garden contained radish, lettuce, cucumber, potato, and various other floral plants, and was only watered with stored rain water.
That Sunday night, the rain poured heavy upon the house and the rain storage pails. Inside there was an argument on who would take the pails into the shed to replenish the storage tanks. "Maggie, you are the gardener of the house! You WILL do as you're told or you will be asked to leave the premises" Carol said pointing her finger in Maggie's face. "Lay off of her Carol, I'll do it" Daryl said with a flirtatious grin. "No, but thanks for the offer Daryl; Carol is right it's my job" Maggie said as she grabbed her fur coat and wasn't seen again.
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