Prelude
Amanda
In the dim light I stared down at my hands as the still warm blood dripped from them. Warm. Not the cold gelatinous sludge I was used to dealing with from the walkers. How long had it been since I had killed one of the living?
"Too long." I thought, staring down at the man as the life drained out of his eyes. The thought came guiltlessly as I remembered the screams of the other women after they were dragged from the cell. I knew their plans for me were much worse then what I had just inflicted upon the man bleeding out on the floor in front of me. He had made a mistake, believing he could handle me by himself, being that i was the lone woman left in the dismal excuse of a room. My ego flared and I recounted, how upon hearing his footsteps, I had hidden behind the door. When he had entered and closed the door behind him, I had launched myself at his beefy frame. He matched me in height, but I was quicker, and adrenaline and anger mixed together and ran like fire through my veins. He had been blindsided as I wrapped my hand around the front of his throat, and dug my nails into the artery pulsing in his thick neck. Feeling his blood brought out the animal in me and before I could stop myself, I had delved farther into his throat with a sick smile, and grabbed hold of his blood-coated esophagus and tore it out with a yell.
My predatory yell mixed with his scream of anguish had caught the attention of the others outside of the cell. Their footsteps quickly approached, and before I had time to move, the cell door was thrown open and light blinded me. The group of men stared dumbfounded as I stood over their man, bathed in his blood. My chest heaved, ready to attack again, and I counted six silhouettes of men, instead of five.
"There's a new one." The thought ran through my head quickly, but just as quickly disappeared as my eyes adjusted to the light. I found myself staring into the familiar and striking blue eyes of the new man. Hope flared in my chest as I stared into the eyes of Daryl Dixon.
Daryl
Her once strong and muscular frame now looked thin and weak. But he knew better. Though covered in filth, bruises and blood, her eyes were alert and wild as they stared back into his. God, how he had missed those eyes, deep blue around the edges that grew to a light green mix around the center. And even in her state all her wanted to do was crush her against him. He wanted to take her far away from here. And he would. However, he knew they would have to fight their way out. The hope he had held onto for months of her being alive turned to anger as he took a swing at the back of Joe's head.
