* Please review even though this story is finished! It's my very first Fan Fic.*
Saint Winters had just settled into her bed after a long, hot day when her walkie talkie went off. She sighed and turned her light on again. She had been hoping for a quiet night. It was three in morning and she had just laid down for the first time in 24 hours. Being in charge of a large group of people meant she hardly ever got to rest for long periods of time.
" Saint, we got company." One of her brother's voice came through. She laid her head down on her pillow and closed her eyes. Why couldn't she just get a break every once and a while?
" Living?" She asked.
" Yeah, looks like 15-20 people, I can't tell for sure, most of them are still in their cars."
" Alright, I'm coming. Have the boys on the roof keep a look out." She said. With another sigh, she got out of bed. She got dressed quickly then clipped her walkie talking to her back pocket.
She walked through the hallway and down a flight of stairs. She walked into the main part of the complex and over to the front doors. She opened them up and found her two brothers on the stairs with their arms crossed over their chests, each holding their guns. Ahead of them, in front of the still closed gates, were three cars and a few men standing outside them.
" Well, let's go see what they want." Saint said.
Saint and her brothers, Gage and Wesley, walked down the stairs slowly. They crossed the front yard as the three men by the cars came over to the fence. She had some time to get a good look at them. The first man that got her attention was a tall man with a police uniform and hat on. The second guy was an older man with a fuzzy gray bread and a fisherman hat on. The last guy was the only one with any weapon out that she could see. He had short dark brown hair and a cross bow hanging off his shoulder.
" Can I help you?" Saint asked. Her brothers kept their guns at their sides and Saint hadn't drawn hers yet but knew she could in a heartbeat if she needed too.
" Look, we aren't looking for trouble, just a place to rest. We have been travelling for three days and are running out of food and water." The police officer said. Saint looked behind him at the other people in the cars.
" You got kids in there?" She asked.
" Yeah." The man said. Saint nodded.
" Give me a second, okay?" She said. She tugged her brothers arms and they walked away.
" What should we do?" Gage asked quietly.
" Let them in. We have more then enough food and water. We take their weapons though and keep them on the same floor." Saint said.
" You sure this is a good idea?" Wesley asked.
" Grandpa built this place to help others. We have been taking people in when we find them, why not this group?" Saint asked.
" I don't like the way that guy with the cross bow is looking at us." Gage said. She glanced at behind her shoulder at the gate then back at her brothers.
" I told you to leave that thing in the truck." Rick hissed to Daryl. They were watching the group of three talking quietly.
" And I told you I ain't leavin my weapon behind for anyone." Daryl said, never taking his eyes off the girl who seemed to be the leader. The group turned and walked back over to them.
" Okay, we are going to let you guys in. We have food, beds, and running water, enough for everyone but here's the deal. You give your weapons to us and if we find you trust worthy, you get them back. No one here will hurt you, I promise you that. But we have to make sure you won't hurt us." Saint said.
" No fuckin way." Daryl said quickly. Saint turned her dark blue eyes on him.
" Then you get nothing." She said simply.
" Daryl." Rick said.
" I ain't not givin up my cross bow." He said. She tilted her head as she looked at him.
" I tell you what, I will let you keep your cross bow but you only get to have two arrows for it. I can understand you not wanting to be away from your weapons, I understand that fear." She said.
" I ain't scared." Daryl snapped at her. Saint smiled.
" Good, then you see no problem with the deal." She said.