Ch. 2
Another week passed. Then two. Daryl had been captive in the Governor's residence for the better part of a month.
Once again he was tied to the bed, face down.
Now his ass hurt as well as his arms. The Governor had felt rather horny that morning and had woken Daryl up for some 'fun'.
As it was a Sunday, Daryl knew that the Governor would be home until the early afternoon. This meant that he would likely get extra attention, and this, surprisingly, could be good.
Usually on Sundays, the Governor made Daryl an actual breakfast instead of the few bites of cold grits or stale bread that he typically got. He often even led Daryl to the table and fed him the food. It was still horribly demeaning, yes, but it made Daryl feel at least somewhat close to normal.
As Daryl predicted, the Governor came in soon enough, already dressed, and began putting the collar on. He pulled Daryl up and urged the man to follow him into the kitchen.
As he walked, Daryl could see several types of food laid out. Scrambled eggs, sausages, even some hash browns. Previously, the sight of food made Daryl's stomach growl. Now, after being starved for so long, he barely felt hungry at all. Just tired. Very, very tired.
The Governor tied Daryl to a chair and sat down next to him.
"It's quite nice out today," the man said, as he spooned a small amount of eggs and potatoes onto a plate. "Not a cloud in the sky."
Daryl didn't know what to say. It wasn't like he could go outside, or anything to that extent. Even the windows were covered with wooden blinds. Whether it was gorgeous out or pouring rain made no difference to him.
The Governor waited a few seconds for a reply, but when it didn't come, he gave up.
"Open wide," he said, holding up a fork full of potatoes.
Daryl did as he was told, opening his mouth, chewing and swallowing as his captor directed. The food tasted pretty good, but he didn't focus on it. His mind kept going back to that night - the night that he'd been left behind.
The group had gone to Woodbury to rescue Glenn and Maggie, who were apparently being held there. They had slipped in under the cover of dark and had found the two, but the Governor's men had caught up.
There'd been a firefight - gunshots exchanged between both groups. Daryl had hung back to provide some cover fire, so that the others could get ahead.
He was pretty proud of himself. He'd managed to hold off the Governor's men for at least a minute, giving the others more than enough time to escape.
Then he'd turned and… Everyone was gone.
At first he thought they may have run to the back of the building, trying to get away from the line of fire. He ran back as well, only to find the area empty.
Stunned, Daryl stopped in his tracks. It was then that Merle and his group had caught up.
Daryl closed his eyes, trying not to think of anything too painful. This was the one day each week that he got to be treated at least somewhat like a human, he didn't want to ruin it.
Still, he couldn't help but wonder where the others had gone. Had they escaped? They must have, otherwise he would've heard something about them being captured or killed. The Governor would have loved to rub that in his face.
If they weren't killed, or captured, then where were they? And were they ever coming back?
Daryl looked down at his plate. He was almost done with the small portion of food that he was allowed. It was then that it hit him - if the group had intended to come back, they would have done it by now. Too much time had passed.
Suddenly, Daryl felt sick. It took all of his willpower not to vomit.