AN:This is just a edited verson thanks to my beta baileyxann
I do not own Waling dead is i did Beth and Hershel would still be alive.
Prologue
The crisp air burned 27 year old Beth Green's lungs as she ran through the snow behind her older brother, as he pulled her suddenly into the tool shed behind the cabin.
"Stay here, Beth. No matter what, stay in here. No matter what you hear or what you see, stay here," Shawn breathed out before closing the door, not realizing that he left a small crack for her to see out.
She placed a hand over her mouth in an attempt to stifle her screams as she witnessed her brother get shot down. The roars of engines filled her ears as her brother's killers left the property. After a few hours of shivering in the cold of the shed to make sure the men were gone, Beth decided to leave, only to see her brother shot dead in in the fresh fallen snow. She ran toward the cabin to check on her parents. She dropped to her knees with a gasp once her parents came into view, he mother's body surrounded in various pools of blood, even one between her legs. Her father lay close to her mother with his hands and feet tied up. A small groan escaped her father's lips, sending her running towards him. She ran to the kitchen to retrieve a phone to dial 911 before going back to her dad.
"Hang on, Daddy. Just hang on, please," she cried.
Chapter 1- The Dixons
The ringing of a cell phone hauled the snores in the room as 37 year old Daryl Dixon groaned awake. He heard Merle answer from the other room, confirming that it wasn't his phone, and then bang on his door a few minutes later.
"Wake up, Darlene!" He yelled from behind the door before barging in. "We got another one, only the is time they left two alive."
Daryl stepped past the police tap to see two black body bags being loaded up in the ambulance headed for the morgue, and a young woman sitting at the back of another ambulance. He then turned to the officer taking pictures of the crime scene, Officer Glenn Rhee.
"Where's the other victim?" Daryl asked him. Daryl liked Glenn- the guy was somewhat funny, but he tended to try too hard to talk to him when he didn't want to . Another one, Officer Abraham Ford, was taking notes, but he didn't pay attention to Daryl. Daryl didn't have much of opinion of the guy, expect maybe he was on steroids with the way his arms bulged.
"Already on the way to the hospital," Glenn replied.
Daryl nodded before looking around the crime scene, trying not to keep glancing at the girl by the ambulance. He had to admit the girl was pretty, despite the tear tracks running down her cheeks. She had golden blonde hair that was slightly curled and fell to her shoulders. Her eyes were a brillant blue that seemed brighter due to the powder blue sweater she wore with blue jeans. He quickly shook his head and turned back to Glenn.
"Well, what can you tell me?" Daryl asked. Glenn took the note pad from Abraham and gave him the camera.
"Well, the victim on the way to the hospital is Hershel Greene, local veterinarian,well liked in this town. His wife, Annette, was a RN at the hospital. The other body was 36 year old Shawn, who was currently in the middle of his last year of college studying to be a mechanic. The other victim is Beth Greene, Hershel's youngest. She's an eyewitness to what happened to her brother, but we haven't gotten a statement from her yet; she was in shock after the other ambulance drove her father off. There is one more member of the family we have yet to find, 42 year old Maggie Greene," Glenn explained, just giving Daryl the gist of what happened. Daryl nodded before motioning for him to continue. Glenn sighed, "Well from what we can see, two men exited a car, and came up to the cabin where Hershel and his wife were relaxing after dinner. The men surprised them, but the noise alerted Shawn, who ran to his sister's room, woke her up and then took her out the back toward the tool shed.
"Annette was brutally beaten and raped before being shot twice- once in the head and the second in the chest. Hershel was tortured as well as they made him watch the beating and raping of his wife before they shot him once in the chest, just barely missing his heart. The men came out here where Shawn fought them to protect his sister before they finally had enough and just shot him point blank in the head. We can't tell what blood belongs to him or the men due to how much is out here." Daryl sighed before looking toward his brother, who was on the phone with whom he guessed was Chief Rick Grimes, family friend and boss.
"Let me see if I can't get a statement from Ms. Greene," Daryl said softly.
"You know, if her older sister is alive it would be better if she didn't come back to town in case these guys are looking for her sister." Glenn said before turning to go help Abraham.
"But would you blame her if she wants whats left of her family close for comfort?" Daryl said more as a statement than a question. "It's a safe bet these men will be looking for her since she can tie them to the murders of her mother and brother. I have never known of a suspect to leave a victim alive, and if its who we think it is, then she is in a lot of danger," he added before walking toward the young woman.
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The sound of skin hitting skin echoed in the small office as a fist hit the face of a grown man. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN SHE IS STILL ALIVE!? ARE YOU COMPLETE MORONS!? SHE COULD TIE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF US TO THIS!" The man who threw the punch yelled. He paced quickly the entire office before turning back toward the men. In the most deadly voice he said, "Find her. Do what you please, but make sure that brat is dead, as well as her father. If you fail then don't come back. Run as far as you can because I will clean this up if you morons fuck it up again."
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Daryl approached the crying girl and cleared his voice. She looked up to him with tears pooling in her eyes. "I'm Detective Daryl Dixon. Can you tell me what happened tonight Ms. Greene?" She licked her lips as she swallowed the lump in her throat. She looked indecisive.
"Ms. Greene, what you tell me will help us catch whoever did this to your family." He added. She nodded before wiping the tears away.
"We came up here like we always did before Shawn would go back to college, since he hardly came home for the holidays during the term. My older sister, Maggie, couldn't get away from her job as a reporter in New York due to some big story. Anyway Momma and I were in the kitchen getting dinner ready when they first pulled up. Three men got out of a black, or really dark blue, Rolls Royce. One was tall with brown hair and brown eyes, and another was a tall black man with dreads, and the last was a middle sized white man with glasses, he kin'a didn't want to be here," she started. "My Daddy and Shawn were outside chopping wood for the fireplace and stove when they pulled up. They approached my Daddy and Shawn started arguing about something I couldn't quite understand when I heard one of say that he "would regret this" before they all got back into the car and drove 'way. We ate and did what we always did before I finally went to bed.
"I was later awoken by Shawn shaking me hard and pulling me out of bed sayin' those men were back and they were hurtin' momma and daddy and he needed to get me away, so he snuck me out the back, and then we were running toward the tool shed. He closed me up inside and then I just waited for what seemed like forever before I saw Shawn and the black man fighting out in the snow then I saw the man shoot Shawn. I then heard another car drive off, and I waited maybe an hour beofre venturing out the shed and seeing Shawn and my Momma dead and my father barely hanging on," she said as fresh tears fell from her eyes. Daryl nodded in understanding as he wrote everything down in his notepad.
"One more question, Ms. Greene. Did you hear these men give each other nicknames or say their real names?" He asked, and she slowly nodded.
"One name caught my attention. The men were talking about someone wasn't going to be happy they didn't kill me," she said softly.
"Who?"
"The Governor."