Delaney had a plan. And a damn good one at that if she did say so herself.
After spending all day interrogating the survivors in the camp, going from tent to tent, car to car, talking to every last man, woman, and child, Laney had come to the undeniable conclusion that Daryl Dixon had been the under handed thief that had delayed her departure
And he must pay for his actions.
Which brought her to her current location: inside the bastard's tent. To be honest, the tent was rather musty and had a sharp, bitter, smell to it but Laney did her best to ignore it. She had a job to do.
Delaney fidgeted in her raggedy fold-up chair from the trunk of her car. She was waiting for the Dixon brothers to return from yet another one of their hunts. She had been waiting for a while actually. Enough time to lay out a nice assortment of weapons strategically placed all around her. She wasn't planning on actually using them, but they would help put the fear of God into one Daryl Dixon. Or so she hoped.
Lori and Carol had tried to talk her out of confronting him, had begged and pleaded as she dragged her chair and weapons towards the Dixon tent. They were afraid Daryl would do something drastic like put a bolt through her head if she got up in his face. They had seen the reaction enough when Shane or Rick tried to do what Laney was planning.
But Delaney knew better, instinctively. While Daryl did have some anger issues that needed work, she could tell he would never strike a woman. She could see it in the way he looked at Ed Peletier, with such a loathing and a hatred that Laney was surprised the son of a bitch was still walking around with breath in his lungs and a beat to his heart.
Anyway, Delaney had thought long and hard about her revenge. First, she thought just to siphon the gas out of his truck, tit for tat. But that hadn't seemed like enough so they she debated just taking his truck. She knew, however, that it would drive her up the wall not getting his explanation. She had to know why.
So, in the end, she had decided that making Daryl Dixon her own personal bitch was the only way to go. An evil smile spread across her face. This just might be the best thing she had ever done in her entire life.
However, as the sun began to fall behind the trees, and the world began to dim, she began to doubt her plan. If she lit the solar powered lantern she would ruin the element of surprise and her whole plan would be ruined. On the other hand, she didn't want to sit in the dark either. Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place.
After five minutes of debating, Laney decided to risk the light until the boys returned to camp. Then she would turn it off. Hopefully before Daryl noticed. Speaking of which, she hoped they returned so. She hated staying up all night. There was absolutely nothing more boring than staring off into the woods with nothing but time on your hands.
A/N: Sorry this is so short. I didn't want to drag this part out. Keep repeating how Laney was in the tent waiting. Also, I want the next chapter to be the confrontation with Daryl. I'm not promising anything but I am hoping to write a little "action" into the next chapter. Nothing heavy but some making out. Until then please review and check out my dear friend's story. "The Bite of a Blade, The Sting of an Arrow" Definetly worth reading.
