(A/N): Hey, everyone! How's everything going? This isn't my first fanfic writing, but this is my first writing for The Walking Dead. This will be between Daryl and my OC. I hope that I can try to write Daryl and everyone else as close to their characters as possible. This will follow the start of season 4, but I don't know how long it will go on for, and I will be adding it scenes that didn't happen in the series. Anyway, hearing from you guys will definitely help, and I hope you guys like this story!
Also, if you guys have any questions, then I'll do my best to answer them! If I get any information wrong, then let me know, and I'll gladly fix it. I'm trying to do as much research as possible for my OC.
Chapter 1: Eyes Open
Everything in the Georgia woods was quiet. It was a strange occurrence considering the apocalypse and all. Blonde hair whipped around quickly following a head that was constantly on a swivel. Jordyn Ryder was running and dodging low hanging branches and fallen trees while constantly making sure no one or thing was following her. She traveled alone but she wasn't a superhero, so whenever a horde moved through her area she moved out as quick as she could. This time wasn't any different.
She jumped over another fallen log and moved quickly behind a tree thick enough to cover her. She leaned against the tree gasping for air with her eyes closed. She was used to running and hiding when necessary. Her chest was still heaving, but there wasn't a sound of gasping. Ryder was used to being as quiet as possible. In this world, if you were loud and stupid then you were as good as dead.
Ryder held her breath listening for the crashing and moaning of walkers behind her. When she didn't hear anything, she allowed herself to breathe. She looked behind the tree looking to see if she was truly alone and sure enough she had lucked out with keeping the horde from following her.
She pulled away from the tree and started walking the way that she had been running too. She was planning on heading East anyway she just didn't need to be running to an unknown destination. She put her crossbow strap around her chest not bothering carrying her weapon deciding to use her machete instead.
Rick was walking through the woods casually but still keeping watch. He needed to get away from the prison and the people inside for a few minutes. He had told Hershel he was emptying the snares which he was doing, but it didn't hurt taking a little extra time than necessary. He walked along the wire line of the snare trap stuffing a rabbit in his bag. Up ahead he could see that a deer was caught in the line and he was happy that he had more venison that Daryl didn't have to go out hunting for. He walked up to the deer, but he noticed that the deer was chewed in half. Half was still hung up in the snare, but the other half was laying a couple feet away. He sighed running his hand through his hair frustrated.
He turned away from the mess deciding to deal with it when he was done making his rounds and resetting traps. He was walking to other traps when he noticed there was grunting coming from an open area. He walked quietly to the clearing keeping his eyes open making sure there wasn't someone else around. He could tell that no one had killed the boar but that there was something else wrong with it. Rick was going to walk farther up to it to check it out more and put the thing out of its misery, but there was a rustling come from behind him.
He turned quickly putting his hand on his python resting at his hip. Before he could pull his gun, he was met with the end of a crossbow in his face. For a split second, he thought of Daryl but he wasn't out there with him since he was on a run with other people of the group and for sure wouldn't be pointing his bow at him.
Rick looked at the bow and then the person holding it. He noticed that there was a girl a few inches shorter than he was with a scowl marring her face. He watched her trying to get a read. She was blonde with blue eyes, but her blonde hair was more red and black than blonde. The only reason he could see she was blonde was the fact that there were pieces of bleach blonde sticking out. There was a scar over her left eye through her eyebrow. It wasn't pleasant looking, but it looked old. He met her eyes and was surprised with how cold they were. Her eyes were brighter than the sky on a sunny day, but he could see the ferocity in them and the wildness swirling in them. Most likely caused by this world. Her face was covered with black and red blood from killing walkers and not being able to wash off. He knew what it was like and he felt for her. She wasn't young by any means, but he couldn't pinpoint how old she was under all that blood and dirt. He looked down and noticed a rough, jagged scar over the left side of her throat. He winced more to himself because it was still slightly pink, so it wasn't new, but it wasn't an old wound either. That also wasn't done by a walker. That wound was done by a living person. By the way she looked just from her face, he knew she was a survivor, and she most likely wasn't going to be soft around people either. He didn't get a chance to look at her more closely before his eyes met hers again and she seemed more pissed off if that was possible.
The bow was shoved more in his face, and his hands shot up trying to keep her from killing him. Hopefully, she would talk to him. "Who're you?"
She scoffed from behind her bow. "You're the one with a weapon in your face. I'm the one asking questions. Now, who are you?"
He thought for a minute before answering. He was hesitant to tell her anything, but there was something about her that kept her from seeming dangerous… to humans at least. Well, he hoped so. "Rick Grimes."
A look of realization crossed over her face. "I thought I recognized who you were. You are part of that group living in the prison." She dropped her bow from his face.
Hesitantly and surprised he started to drop his hands slowly. First, he had never met someone to not be on edge with someone new in this world in their presence. Second, she knew he was in the prison. "How did you know?"
She looked at him like he was stupid and the scowl stayed on her face even though her weapon was down by her side. "You don't exactly have a small group. I came across the prison and noticed the setup you guys had." She shrugged putting her crossbow over her shoulder on her back. She pulled out her machete from her side turning around starting to walk away from him
He watched her incredulously. He watched her walking away, and he could now see the other weapons the woman had. She had her crossbow around her back. She also had what looked like a small ax on her left hip. He couldn't tell fully, but then on her right hip was where she kept her machete. Then, on her right thigh, there was a gun holster which held a pistol. He couldn't let her leave. Not until he talked to her and tried to figure out more about this strange woman who kept surprising him. "Wait. Hold on. Where are you going?" She didn't stop at his words and kept walking away from him. He walked forward a few steps keeping her in his sight. "Is your last name Dixon by chance?"
She stopped and turned around looking at him like he was a complete idiot and he had lost his mind. She still didn't say anything to him.
"Hold on a minute." He was hoping she would at least talk with him.
She stopped and turned around fully facing him now.
"Will you tell me your name?"
She was watching him. She had watched him when she found out there was a group living in the prison. She had watched a few of the people who milled about in the prison actually. They didn't seem harmful, so she didn't bother with the group initially. She didn't know that she had found the group's leader when she first held the man at the end of her bow. If she had recognized him, she wouldn't have engaged him considering he didn't even know she was there until she wanted him to hear her. Ryder was debating if she should tell him her name. She was better off alone but him knowing her name wouldn't necessarily hurt. She sighed knowing that he wouldn't let up with the questions and he would follow her if she tried walking away again. Annoying man. "…Not like it will matter, but it's Jordyn Ryder. Just call me Ryder."
Rick was pleased that he was able to get her to talk even a little bit. "How long have you known we were in the prison?" He could tell that she was paying attention to him, but she was also on alert around them. She was cautious but not with him. She either knew their group, and that made him nervous, or she knew what she was doing. He hoped that it was the latter.
She just shrugged. "About a month or so."
His eyebrows skyrocketed at her answer. "You've known for a month but haven't contacted any of us? If you have been watchin' us and I guarantee you have so don't lie then you know that we take in outsiders."
"I have been watching your group. I wouldn't have denied it." She snapped. She was losing her patience with Rick quickly. Mainly because he was asking a lot of questions, but all she wanted to do was leave. "I know you bring in people, but I don't need you or your group. I'm fine on my own, and I prefer to be on my own." She turned and started to walk away from him again trying to shut down the conversation.
He stepped forward again. "Ryder!"
She whipped around more forcefully than the first time. He could see the fury in her eyes. "Leave me alone! I don't want anything to do with you or your group."
Rick put his hands up in front of him again trying to calm the situation down. He wasn't expecting the sudden fierce anger from the woman. He just wanted to ask her the questions. He was more curious about this woman the more that he was left in her presence. "I've got three questions for you. Will you answer them?"
Ryder didn't try to hide the roll of her eyes. She just wanted to leave. She needed to find a house or some place to hold up for a few days. This was why she hated people. They didn't know when to shut up and leave well enough alone. Her stare met his, and she studied him. Finally, she nodded her head once telling him to go ahead.
"How many walkers have you killed?"
She stared at him not saying anything. "That's the dumbest question to ask someone out here."
Rick once again was surprised by her response. He had never once gotten a response like that before. She was an interesting person. He just wished she would stop being so difficult with him. He kept holding her gaze waiting for her response.
Ryder rolled her eyes again. "I don't count. Apparently enough that I'm still alive right now… and enough to be covered in their grossness." She grimaced remembering that she still hadn't been able to get cleaned up.
So far so good. "How many people have you killed?" She shut down away from him when the words left his mouth. She turned from noncaring to defensive in the blink of an eye. He was hoping that he would be able to bring them back to their group, but he couldn't bring someone back who was dangerous and could potentially be harmful to their group.
It took her a minute to think about her answer. She could lie to this man. She wasn't going to go back with him, and she wasn't expecting to see him ever again. If she gave him the wrong answer, he could try to kill her. Her eyes left his glancing down to the python leaning against his hip. Her eyes shot back up to his face. She could most likely draw faster than him if she needed to. She didn't want to have to kill him, but if she feared for her life, then she wouldn't hesitate. She decided that she didn't want to lie, but she also didn't want to tell him the full truth. "Ten." She could see him back away a step from her.
Ten? That was a substantial number of people she had killed. Rick glanced back at her neck and her eyebrow. She had been through the ringer, but she still didn't feel dangerous like other people he had questioned before. He and Daryl brought many people into their group, so they are used to coming across and reading people. He hadn't had anyone tell him they had killed more than five people which made him hesitate but there was something about her. If he took the time to think about it, she reminded him of Daryl. They both held themselves the same way. They both had the same eyes that had known death, loss and destruction. He could tell from her earlier outburst that she had a temper as he also did. Thankfully, his temper had calmed down for the most part.
Ryder watched his face while he was thinking. She noticed the step back and the hesitation in his face and stance. She sighed knowing this reaction. It's a good thing she didn't tell him the full truth. She started to back away from him again turning and walking. She was done with this conversation. He was wasting her time.
Rick noticed she was leaving again. He leaped forward grabbing her covered wrist trying to keep her from leaving, but as he touched her arm, he saw the world spin disorientating him. His arm was locked behind his back with cold metal pressed against his throat. She hissed into his ear. "Don't you fucking touch me again." She pushed him away from her making him land on the ground. She had to hand it to him though. He was able to get to his feet quick enough. "What's your last fucking question?"
He kept his hand on his python ready to draw if she attacked him. He wasn't expecting that reaction from her. "Why?"
She scowled at him more if that was possible. "Why do we kill anything? To survive. They people that I killed deserved everything that came to them. I'm not going to explain myself to you or anyone." She started walking away again needing to get away from him.
"We've got room in the prison. There's fences, other people, food, and water. It's safe there. You won't have to run every day tryin' to survive."
She didn't stop walking away from him throwing her hand up waving him off. "I don't need anyone. I have survived by myself since this started. I don't need other people. I'm safest by myself. When you start relying on other people is when you are most vulnerable to death."
He began to follow her but making sure to keep his distance, so he didn't upset her again. "More things can happen, but you will also have people lookin' out for you."
She didn't bother stopping or turning around. "Shut up, Rick. Leave me alone."
"This world is dead, and there are three types of people left. The walkers, the bad people, and the good people. The good people need to stick together, or there'll only be two left… the bad and the walkers."
She stopped at that. She did give him credit. He had a way with words, but it still didn't convince her to join them. She hated the walkers, but she could argue that she hated living people more. Walkers only ate. That was their base function. Living people, on the other hand, didn't just eat. They talked and gossiped. They caused unnecessary drama for everyone around them. Then, there were the feelings. Guilt, regret purpose, protection, friendship… love. These were all things that got people killed, and she personally liked not being walker food.
"Look, I can tell you are more than capable. I don't know how long you have been surviving by yourself, but I can see it's been a while. You know weapons it seems, and you're smart… I think." He couldn't get a full read on her but the way she was acting she was very aware of her skills. It made her seem stupid, but he could see that she was analyzing every situation. "You'd make a great addition to the camp. Most people we bring back want to stay in the safety of the prison. They don't scavenge and make runs."
"That's not my problem Rick and flattery won't get you anywhere in this situation so just stop talking." She turned and looked over her shoulder watching him making sure he knew she wasn't falling for his sweet words and compliments.
"Just stay a few days. Try it out. If you don't like bein' there, then I won't bother you anymore, and you can leave in peace. While you're there, you will have food, and you can finally get rid of that walker blood on you."
She turned fully facing him finally somewhat intrigued by his offer now. She wasn't going to stay, but she could use some food for a few days. Also, a shower wouldn't be too bad or at least a place to clean off. Ryder stood there watching him making sure that he wasn't trying anything. She didn't trust him or anyone in that camp, but she will give him a chance at least. After a few minutes of tense silence and staring she nodded her head toward the prison making him lead her. She knew where the prison was, but it would be weird if she lead him instead of him leading her.
There was a slight smirk on Rick's face as he turned and started walking back to the prison. He looked over his shoulder making sure that she had followed him and sure enough she was following him, but she was tense and hesitant.
She was watching his back and his muscles. She could see if he was going to attack, but he seemed relaxed well, as comfortable as you could be with walkers everywhere. "You plan on asking me more questions?"
"Not plannin' on it right now but there will probably be questions from other members of the group when we get back."
They kept walking for a few more minutes. They broke through the edge of the forest walking along the fence. Ryder looked over at the prison, and she could see people milling about outside. It seemed like they forgot what the world was truly like now. They seemed cozy behind their walls. When they get too cozy is when people die. They were walking along the side of the fence closing in on the entrance when she noticed there was a kid running along the inside of the fence. He was young but looked mature for his age. What kid wasn't at this time though? Everyone grew up now, or they died. He was running to the entrance and grabbing thick rope pulling on it.
She looked forward up the road, and she noticed there were cars on their way back being lead by a motorcycle heading toward the entrance. The young kid opened the doors as the cars entered and Rick and Ryder followed behind the vehicles. Rick ran over and helped the boy pull on the other rope closing the steel entrance doors. Ryder stood there watching everyone and everything around her. She could see some people had noticed the cars come back, but their attention was turned on her now since she was new.
Daryl wasn't in the mood to be dealing with people right now. They had lost someone on this run, and they didn't get much in supplies. Those damn walkers on the roof really messed up the plans they had for supplies. They were driving back when he noticed Rick walking to the entrance, but he wasn't alone. There was someone knew with him and at first, he couldn't tell if it was a guy or a girl, but when they drove through the entrance, he could make out a ponytail and figured it was a girl.
He didn't get a great look, but he could tell that she seemed different from the other women in the prison. She was lethal with all those weapons attached to her, but she wasn't scrawny either which was surprising in and of itself. He pegged Rick about 5' 10" the same as himself and she wasn't that much shorter at probably 5' 8".
They pulled the vehicles back into their spots. Everyone piled out and started unloading, but he got off his bike and started heading down to the entrance gate to figure out what the hell was going on. Rick barely brought people back anymore since he hadn't been going out on runs. That meant he found her by the prison. She was by herself which was rare, and he didn't believe that she was out by herself wondering around.
He walked down and met the two about halfway between the entrance and the prison. He could tell that she was built for a girl. She seemed out of place in the apocalypse. She was skinny but also broad. She had on big combat boots that were quite obviously worn. She had tight jeans which made her thick calves more prominent. Her thighs weren't skinny either. She was in no way overweight. It was hard to be overweight when it was rare to eat twice a day on rations. Even more rare to eat at least once a day living out in the woods with no one. She had to be all muscle if she still had the body structure that he thought she did. It was hard to tell on her upper torso. She was wearing a leather jacket zipped up but an actual leather jacket. Not some shit that was flashy and showy that someone would have spent $100 for to be fashionable. Under the leather, he could see an army green tank top, and he couldn't be sure, but there might have been a hint of a tattoo.
He scowled at her not trusting the newcomer even though Rick brought her in. Ryder noticed Daryl's face, and she met him with a scowl matching in intensity.
Rick saw them and rolled his eyes. "Ryder this is Daryl..."
Daryl scoffed. "What kind of a first name is Ryder."
Ryder didn't respond to his insult. She didn't want to deal with people much less this redneck who knew nothing about her. She didn't need to explain anything to him. She didn't even care if she knew his name. She did recognize his gruff exterior though. From what she could tell when she was watching the prison from afar he was second in command. He was the one that went out on the runs.
"Her first name is Jordyn. She prefers Ryder though." Rick was answering for her. Apparently, she didn't want to answer for herself. He was hoping that the girl version of Daryl would be able to get along with him because they would make a damn good team if they would just get along.
Daryl scoffed watching her but talking to Rick. "Did you ask her the questions."
Rick crossed his arms. "Killed more walkers than she can count. Killed 10 people all because they were bad people and she needed to survive."
"She out there by herself?" He turned from her looking at Rick.
"She said she was out there alone. Said she came across the prison about a month back."
Daryl's eyebrows raised slightly. She knew they were there but didn't come to them. If she were watching them, then she would have known they brought people in. "Are ya allowin' 'er to keep 'er weapons right off the bat or is she on a trial run?" He looked back at her catching her eye roll.
Ryder was tired of the questions, but she was more tired of people staring and the heat. "Can we go inside? I'm sick of standing here feeling eyes on me. I'll answer your stupid ass questions if they aren't too personal when we get in the building."
Rick looked at Daryl asking him silently what he thought. Daryl simply shrugged his shoulders telling Rick to do what he wanted to do. He was the one that brought her in. Rick watched him for a moment then turned and nodded his head toward the prison. Ryder started to follow Rick and Daryl following the rear so he could keep an eye on her. He trusted Rick's judgment, but he didn't trust the woman in front of him. They hadn't come across someone like her in a long time, so they needed to be careful. She could be very dangerous to the group if they weren't.
Rick walked into C block going over to one of the tables resting a foot on the seat of the table. He watched the girl walk in looking around watching for any threats. She scanned the room and the people who were there quickly. Daryl came up and stood next to him crossbow still on his back matching her. He stood with his arms crossed. They seemed to be analyzing each other and their movements making sure they weren't a threat. Rick smirked to himself. "I know I brought you here, but Daryl did bring up a good point. Our people would feel safer if you handed over your weapons. When you go on a run, you can bring them with you. After the couple days whether you decide to stay or leave you will get them back."
Daryl looked at Rick. "Watcha mean whether she decides to stay or leave?"
Ryder decided she should hold up her end of the bargain. "I'm staying here for a trial run. After a few days, I get to choose whether I decide to stay or not."
Daryl was watching Rick. He didn't know what the man was thinking with this deal. They hadn't made a deal like that before. He also was dumbfounded that someone would choose to be out there by themselves and not in the safety of the walls.
Ryder saw that Rick was waiting patiently for her decision and Daryl seemed confused. She didn't care. She sighed. She didn't like being unarmed, and she didn't trust them still, but she didn't see the harm. It wasn't like they were locking them away. They were just looking out for their own. The blonde woman grabbed the crossbow from her back and laid it on the table in the middle of them. She grabbed the machete and laid it on the table not bothering with taking off her carrier. The men kept watching her, but she smirked inwardly. They were curious about her weapons. She then grabbed the tomahawk that was on her left side and laid it with the other weapons. She lifted her right leg and found her way into her pant leg grabbing the small knife she kept in her boot tossing it on the table. She noticed that Rick's eyebrows rose more with every weapon she added to the pile. She grabbed her gun but held it for a few minutes watching the men. "Nothing happens to my weapons but more importantly only Rick touches my gun." She made a point to direct her words to Daryl.
The leather clad man rolled his eyes scoffing at her not answering. Ryder kept staring at him waiting for his reply. He looked at Rick, and he was also watching him. "Ya, fine. Whatever. Just hurry up."
She pulled her gun from the holster handing it to Rick. She only trusted the group's leader with her most valuable item.
Rick looked at the Desert Eagle .50 AE in his hands. He was surprised that she had a gun with that much power. Of course, his surprise vanished when he thought about it. She hadn't done anything he had expected today so his surprise no longer stuck. This woman was interesting, to say the least. "Why the .50?"
She shrugged crossing her arms. She was done pulling out weapons so now she just needed to answer their questions. She glanced from Rick to Daryl and back to Rick. She could see other people watching them, but it was fewer than there were outside, so it wasn't too bad. "Well, what's the most common bullet type that you guys have around here?"
Rick looked amused with the question. "I would say 9mm. There are multiple handguns around here."
"They may make more 9mm ammo because it's popular, but it isn't the only type of ammo. When the apocalypse came and scavengers were running around looking for things they would grab ammo. They grabbed the ammo for their guns, and it's easiest carrying a handgun. That would mean having 9mm. People glanced over the .50 cal ammo. So that's why the .50."
Daryl didn't show he was impressed, but he was. He looked over at Rick, and he could tell the man felt the same way he did. The only difference is that Rick wasn't hiding his feelings. He looked back and the girl, but she didn't seem fazed. She may know they were impressed, but she didn't appear to care what they thought of her. He didn't care about her weapons though. He needed to get information about herself to make himself feel better. "How long have you been alone out there."
"If I had a choice I would have been alone since this hell started."
That response caused both men to look at her in confusion.
She sighed rolling her eyes again. She hated explaining herself. "I avoid people. I don't join up with groups, and then the people who won't leave me alone are usually people that don't deserve to live."
Daryl was watching her reactions, but he couldn't read her. If she was lying, she was doing a good job with deceiving them. "You don't have any family out there?"
Her eyes hardened sensing the questions were going to get personal. "No."
All three of them were quiet after that. They noticed the mood change around her, and they didn't want to push her.
She was watching both men but relaxed slightly. "We will be fine as long as you don't ask me personal questions and as long as no one touches me. There won't be an issue if those two things are followed." She took a moment and decided that they were going to see sooner or later so why the hell not just get it over with. She stood up straighter taking off her pack. She unzipped her leather jacket. Pulling on a sleeve and taking it off revealed two arms worth of tattoos. Ryder laid her jacket on top of the pile of her weapons watching both of their eyes roam over her arms and chest. She was used to people looking. Before the outbreak, she had been a real tattoo junky. There were even more than they could see but she wasn't going to go out of her way to show her bottom half.
Daryl watched her take off her jacket and came face to face with two large sleeves. He was more surprised he hadn't come across more people inked up like she was. Hell, he even had a few of them. Nothing on the scale of what she had though. He was right from earlier there was something tattooed on her chest. If you could name something dark and twisted, then it was probably inked onto this woman. He could see skulls, grim reapers, blood, death, skeletons and monsters intertwined through the artwork.
She cleared her throat. "If these are going to be a problem then I'll leave now. They aren't the most attractive things, and I don't care what adults think about them. I know you guys have children and I don't want to cause problems."
Rick seemed to snap himself out of looking at the artwork and chuckled slightly. "No, don't worry about it. I don't think it will be a problem. If anything, I think the kids would be interested and intrigued by them."
She nodded her head but didn't say anything.
"Well let's get you to your cell. Usually, we would put newcomers in a different cell block, but I don't think anyone would mind you taking a cell in here." Rick walked into the block and lead her upstairs to the far right. "Daryl is staying in the one next to your cell. If you have any questions, then go ahead and ask him. I'm down on the floor level if you need me."
She nodded watching the men. She could see that Daryl was slightly annoyed that she was so close to him, but she didn't give a shit. He could suck it up. Not like she was going to be here for that long anyway.
Rick turned and started to walk away but stopped turning back to her. "Your weapons will be in my cell. Feel free to grab them if you are going to go past the fence. I don't care if you take your bow with you when you inspect the place either."
It was her turn to be surprised. Sure, she was going to examine the place from the inside, but it surprised her that he knew what she was thinking.
He smirked at her. "I saw you watching everything walking up here. I figured you wouldn't feel comfortable until you looked at everything for yourself."
When he was done talking there was crying coming from some place below them in the block. "Duty calls. Daryl will accompany you for your inspection."
Daryl looked over at the scruffy man wondering when he started making all of his decisions for him. He scowled at the man who started to disappear down the stairs. He planned on following her, but that didn't mean she needed to know what he was going to do. Now he was stuck with her knowing his plan.
"Rick said something about being able to clean off these walker guts and shit when he brought me here. Do you think you could lead me to the showers so I can wash? Then you can give me the third degree while I look around."
Daryl watched her for a minute and then lead her to the bathroom after she grabbed her bag and crossbow. Her gun was no longer sitting on the table, so he assumed that Rick took it with him since she was so adamant on only him touching it. She seemed like she was going to be a handful, but he could also see why Rick decided to bring her into the prison. It didn't seem like she was going to be buddying up with anyone soon though. He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something somewhat familiar about her. He was rather fascinated by her and the way she carried herself. Also, all those damn weapons that she had on her. Choosing to be by herself was also a crazy move nowadays. While he was waiting for her to clean up, he was looking around watch the other people move in and out of the prison. He watched the women mostly. They were all mostly skinny and small. Some were taller than others, but still, they didn't have much meat on them. He couldn't really say anything though because the food that they had wasn't much in the way of nutritional. The fittest one out there was Michonne, and she worked out every day to his knowledge. They were about the same in height, but if you compared their body type, it didn't hold up. When Ryder had taken off her jacket, he could see the muscles that were left. There wasn't much fat since her body had nearly burned it off, but she was built for a woman. The thought that she was a bodybuilder came to mind but considering her attitude and the way she carried herself it wasn't likely.
He shook his head getting rid of his thoughts. He didn't need to be thinking this hard on the topic of the newcomer. If she pulled her own weight, then it won't be an issue having her here. Hopefully, she didn't cause any trouble for anyone… especially him.