Disclaimer: I don't own anything except October!
"Think it'll start?" Daryl asked Rick.
"Yeah, I do." Rick replied hopping in the truck filled with food and other supplies. The two of them just hit a gold mine.
They stopped at a store. Daryl looked in the windows checking for walkers. He saw none. He looked to his right and found a vending machine laying on its side. He remembered the doctor back home wanted some soda or "pop" as she called it before she was killed.
"Hey, gimme a hand with this." He called to Rick.
The two tried turning it over but didn't even get it halfway.
"I don't think we got it." Rick said.
Daryl looked around trying to think of what to do. He glanced back at the truck.
"Got an idea."
October was out looking for supplies, she had just come out of the back door of a convenience store. She found nothing in there; everything was either rotten, destroyed or just not there anymore.
October sighed and looked up at the sky. Just then, she heard a truck pull up. She hid behind the building and watched as two men got out.
She studied their movements. This is something she's always done, you know, in case she needed to fight.
The two men tied a rope to the back of the truck and on a vending machine. One of them drove and the other conducted. They were able to flip the machine over.
"Smart." October said and smirked. They probably have a lot of useful supplies in that truck. She thought. She took a quick minute to set up some traps.
"All this trouble for some cans of soda?" The man that got out of the truck said.
"Ain't any trouble." The other said.
October took her chance and ran out fast, hitting into one of the men. She grabbed the keys from his back pocket without him noticing.
They pulled out their guns and pointed them at her immediately.
October put her hands up. "Hi." She smiled.
"Back up!" Daryl yelled.
"Keep your hands where we can see 'em!"
"It's okay. I was just running from the dead." October lied.
"How many?" Rick asked.
"Maybe fifteen. Maybe more."
"Where?" Rick asked again.
"Like…a half a mile back. I don't take chances when there's that many. Know what I'm sayin'?'
"Yeah." Rick nodded. "We know." He put his gun down.
"Yeah, we gotta stick together. Right?" October looked to Daryl who still had his gun up.
Daryl hesitated but finally put his gun down.
"Well…sorry for running into you." October said. "I should be going now." She turned and headed off.
"I'm Rick." Rick called making October stop. "This is Daryl. What's your name."
October turned around facing the men. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." She smiled.
Rick and Daryl gave the girl a strange look.
October ran off to the other side of the building. "You should get going! Think you got less then five minutes!"
Once she made sure she was completely out of sight, she lit a match and threw it in the garbage can.
"Well that was weird." Rick said to Daryl.
"Yeah."
"She didn't have a gun." Rick said. "Maybe we should follow after her. See what she's up to. Maybe even invite her back."
"Nah, she wouldn't even tell us here name." Daryl stopped suddenly when he heard a loud noise.
Rick and Daryl walked to the back of the building and saw a trash can lit up.
"Firecrackers." Rick stated.
"What the hell?" Daryl thought for moment. "Hey, I bet she swiped your keys!"
Rick felt the empty space in his pocket where the keys to truck once were. "Oh shit!"
The two men ran to front of the store, but it was too late. October was already starting down the road.
"Sorry!" She called and threw their bag out the window. "I'm such a nice person." She thought.
Rick and Daryl stood in the road dumbfounded as they watched the girl ride away with all their supplies.
October didn't get very far before she got a flat tire.
"Shit." She pulled over and looked at it. The girl knew how to change a tire, but she didn't want to have to. The men she met back there could somehow catch up to her. She had to do this quickly.
Rick and Daryl watched the girl from a distance in the woods. Daryl gestured for Rick to go around to the other side of truck.
Rick jumped out and grabbed the girl from behind. October gasped.
"Don't move and maybe we won't hurt you." He said.
"Sure thing." October smiled.
She elbowed Rick in the stomach then once he was bent over, grabbed his arm and flipped him over. He lay on the concrete on his back.
She tried to run but Daryl was there. She spun quickly dodging his punch and kicked him right where it counts. Daryl was down on his knees in pain. October tried to get back in the truck but was pushed to the ground hard by Rick.
"This is done!" He held his gun up. Daryl joined him and did the same.
"Do you guys even have any ammo?" October asked.
The two men shot the walker that was approaching them at the same time then shared a look.
"The keys." Rick said.
"Okay." October said. "I think you both know I'm not a bad person."
"Yeah, what do you know about us?" Rick took a step closer. "The keys, now."
October hesitated but then realized she didn't have much of a choice. She unwillingly reached into her pocket and took out the keys. Rick practically ripped them out of her small hand.
She sighed. "What are you gonna do to me?"
Rick and Daryl shared another look.
Rick was finishing tying up the girl's feet. He already had her hands tied, after he took her knife.
"So you guys are just gonna leave me here? You're really gonna do that?"
"No…you're coming with us." Rick said.
October's eyes widened a bit.
"You can't be trusted."
"I won't go." October shook her head. "I don't know you."
"Yeah, no one gives a shit." Daryl spat. "Get up." He grabbed the girl's arm and hauled her up. He had her by the back of her shirt and guided her to the truck. He shoved her in. She sat down on the small, uncomfortable middle seat.
Both men climbed in and sat on either sides of her.
"You can't do this." The girl said. "You can't just make me come with you guys."
"Well…I think we can." Rick said.
"You asshole."
"You take our truck, our supplies and I'm the asshole?" Rick replied.
"Wasn't yours."
"We found it first."
"I don't care, go fuck yourself."
"Someone needs to teach this little girl some manners." Daryl glared.
He grabbed the girl by her black, ratty hair and turned her towards him.
"Ow!" She yelled.
"You're comin' with us!" Daryl yelled close to her face. "Now sit there and shut the hell up, got it?"
October just stared at the man. She wasn't scared, but something told her to back off.
Daryl let her go and she calmed down.
"So," Rick started, "ya wanna tell us your name now?"
October glared. "Does that really matter?"
"It does." Rick replied.
"October." She answered too quickly. "My name is October."
Rick nodded. "Now was that so hard?" He said while starting the truck.
Daryl chuckled.
October reached up and rubbed at her head where her hair was pulled. It was difficult with her hands being tied.