As The World Falls
Summary:
Life used to be relatively simple. We were born. We lived. We loved. We cried. We died. It was the only constant life provided for us. Relationships are form ed. Some are broken. Families thrive, while others fell apart. We took the good feelings along with the bad. Life used to have so much to offer.
Now life is not so simple. No. Now the world is much darker, filled with very little hope.
Author's Note: This story will eventually grow into a Daryl/OC. I know, there are plenty out t h ere, but I want to take my shot at it . The story is going to be a long one, many chapters, but will be broken up i n to different Parts, following the Seasons . Th is story follows my OC and her small group of friends as they come across the refugee camp. At least give it a chance and leave a review, let me kn ow what you like about the story and what you don't like about it. I am planning on keeping i t as original as I can while maintaining the original story line.
Part One
Chapter Ten
Justice
(n) 1. Lawfulness 2. Fairness
The large brick building the little Mexican leads us to is looming, closed off from the main streets. Windows boarded up with only one door leading inside. Listening as Rick and T-Dog go over the plan, T-Dog acting as a sniper on the roof while we approach the building. Daryl has been anything but complaint since I've woken up, the little Mexican continuing to egg him on. The tension within the group mounts only higher as we ready ourselves for what is to come.
"One wrong move and ya get an arrow in the ass. Just so y'know," Daryl quips to the boy sitting on the ground.
The cocky little bastard smirks, "G's gonna take that arrow out of my ass and shove it up yours. Just so you know."
"G?"
The Mexican boy shifts at Rick's question, "Guillermo. He's the man here."
"Okay then. Let's go see Guillermo," Rick states, cocking the gun, glancing over at Daryl.
Remaining silent, I follow as the boy leads us through a makeshift path, a broken window bringing us further into what looks like an old warehouse block. Catching Daryl's gaze as I let out a small hiss, my ribs contracting with small pain from the asshole that hit me, I give him a shrug and a small smile, wordlessly telling him I've had worse. Maybe not a baseball bat to the face, but worse than a bruised rib cage. Hearing the doors slide open, I straighten up, ignoring the sharp pain as a man exits the building.
"You okay, little man?" the mocha-skinned man before us asks, his gaze settling on our captive. The boy mentions something about cutting off his feet and I glance over at Daryl, snorting slightly at the smirk that plays on his face for a brief moment, "Cops do that?"
"Not him. This redneck puto here. Cut off some man's hand. Showed it to me."
Realizing what happened, I bite down on the inside of my cheek, the amusement giving me a reprieve from the pain running through my body. The tension returns as two familiar men step out of the building, one of them holding his backside, cursing Daryl about shooting him in the ass. I have to hand it to Rick, the man knows how to stay calm under pressure, Guillermo and Rick going back and forth about the bag of guns that had been left in the street. After Rick points out T-Dog on the roof, Guillermo calls out and I glance up to see two men holding Glenn over the edge of the roof.
"Glenn!" I cry out, fresh anger flooding through my veins at the sight of his fear, even from down here.
"I see only two options. You come back with Miguel and my bag of guns. Or you come back locked and loaded."
Growling at the audacity of the man, I lunge forward, only to be stopped as a muscled arm stretches out in front of me, keeping me from advancing on the man, "You pompous fuck."
"Hey," Rick calls out, glancing over at me, silently urging me to stay calm.
Inhaling deeply, a growl leaves my lips as I step away from Daryl's touch, stalking back the way we came. Stupid motherfuckers, I hiss inwardly. They'll get theirs.
"Guns are worth more than gold, right now. Gold don't feed yer family, or keep 'em safe. Y'really willin' t'give all that up fer Glenn?" Daryl's voice asks.
Sitting back on one of the desks in the room, I listen as Rick explains how Glenn saved his life, without knowing who he is. Hearing the others opt out of returning to camp without Rick, I shake my head, mutely agreeing to follow with him. When Rick admits he didn't say he was giving up the guns, Daryl nods before helping him assemble ammo into the weapons. Knowing we're about to head back out, I stand up from my spot, wincing as the pain pinches along my sides.
"Y'sure yer gonna be alright?" Daryl asks lowly as he finishes loading the shotgun.
Nodding, I give him a small smile, "I'll be fine. Although, I haven't asked Miguel what Guillermo will react when he hears his men beat on a single woman?" Seeing the boy gulp nervously, I smirk, "Oh yeah. Don't worry. I'll be getting my retribution from your home boys."
"Guillermo isn't gonna let you kill them."
Snorting, I run a hand along my bruised side, "Who said anything about killing them? No. I'm not in the art of killing people, although, if your man harms one hair on Glenn's head, you can bet your ass, Guillermo is going to be walking around missing an appendage."
Taking the two hand guns from Daryl, I pause when his grip refuses to loosen, my gaze turning on him, "What?"
"Make sure y'find sumthin cold t'put on yer ribs," he insists, low enough so the others don't listen in.
I muse over why him showing care for a friend bothers him so much, but I shrug the thought aside as I nod, "Of course. Is this before, or after, you force me to eat."
Earning a snort, I chuckle as I take a strip of white cloth and grab Miguel by the back of his head, yanking him by the short strands of his hair. As his mouth opens to yell out a slur of Hispanic insults, I slide the cloth between his mouth, tying the end at the back of his head. Reaching up, I slap that back of his head, earning a muffled yell, his face growing red. Turning back to the guys, I shrug at the questioning look from Rick.
"Just testing it. Last thing we need to deal with are Walkers with this culo estúpido shouting at the top of his lungs every five minutes," I snicker at the sight of Miguel's eyes widening, "That's right, niño pequeño, my best friend dated a Latino man for three years. Tend to pick up on things after awhile."
Daryl grabs the kid by the shirt and shoves him toward the door, Rick leading the way as we move through the familiar pathway. Arriving before the doors, I share a glance with Daryl as we move into the darkness of the building, Guillermo standing in the middle of his group. Rick cuts away the duct tape binding the boys wrists together and shoves him forward, demanding Glenn be returned to us.
"I'm gonna chop up your boy. I'm gonna feed him to my dogs. Three of the nastiest little bitches you've ever seen. Picked up from Satan at a yard sale. I told you the deal. Are you woefully deaf?"
Woefully? Who the fuck says woefully? I muse inwardly as Rick retorts with an easy 'I heard you', cocking his gun and aiming it between the man's eyes. The reaction is instant, Daryl, T-Dog and I each raising our weapons, my gaze focused on the two men that jumped me and Daryl.
"Filippe," an old woman's voice calls over the stand-off.
Seeing the old woman in a dressing gown step forward, I immediately drop my aim. I don't hurt innocents. Not my style. Apparently, neither does Daryl, who demands for them to get her out of his line of fire. Confusing Rick for a cop arriving to arrest her grandson, I share a glance with Daryl when the old woman mentions the 'nice Asian boy', taking Rick by the arm to lead him further into the building.
A nursing home! We were so close to open firing on a place full of sick, elderly people! Even though I'm pleased Glenn is alright, I am practically seething from my place against the office door, listening as Guillermo and Rick exchange words. Out of the kindness of his bleeding heart, Rick grants Guillermo a few weapons and a few boxes of ammo.
"Are you in need of medical attention, chica," Guillermo asks, noticing the bruising along the side of my head as we exit the office.
"No. I don't need medical attention. I seek retribution on one of your men," I state, ignoring Rick's hiss for me to stop, "See, I was told you are a man of honor. You don't believe in harming women."
"Hell no. Mi padre would make me wish for the Biters if he would ever see me do something like that," Guillermo responds with a small chuckle.
"You instruct your men to do the same, yes?" Guillermo nods slowly, "Well, see, my family has always been about owning up to your wrong-doings and taking the punishment," the Hispanic man walking alongside me smiles, nodding as if he can understand the sentiment, "Then it wouldn't be wrong of me to hand out the punishment for the men that jumped my friend and I?"
Guillermo turns his gaze on Jorge and Filippe, "You put your hands on a woman?"
Filippe raises his hands in defense, "We showed up and pulled them off of Miguel. She doesn't look like a woman from the back. Honest, G."
Quirking an eyebrow, I glance over my shoulder and down, doing a little display of looking at my ass, turning with the motion before I stop, "Hm...I didn't know I looked like a guy from the back. What do you think, Daryl? Do I look like a man?" Daryl's gaze darkens before he glances off to the side, a snort the only response I get, "See. That was Daryl-ese for 'You're fuckin' stupid'. In all fairness, though, it's not Filippe I'm after."
"Why not? He put his hands on you," Guillermo questions, his dark gaze curious.
Running a hand along my injured side, I nod slowly, "Oh, yeah. My ribs are a constant reminder, but unfortunately, he already earned his dues. That bolt in the ass was his payment, at least it was enough for me."
"So, what did Jorge do to cause need for payment?"
Giving the 'man' a dumbfounded look, I point to the bruised side of my head, "Do you see what your home boy, did to my face? With a fucking baseball bat? So, instead of killing him like I'd like to," I wiggle my fingers in front of my face, "I say, five shots. No weapons. Just my bare hands."
"What? G, you can't be serious."
Snorting at the man, Daryl bites out, "What? Y'too much a'pussy? She coulda gone with hittin' ya with the bat, which I think she shoulda done."
Guillermo nods, as if an agreement with Daryl, "The redneck has a point, Jorge. Her being a woman isn't exactly hidden very well."
"Look. Just five punches, if you want, I'll even treat you like the bitch you are and use an open hand," I respond.
Jorge swallows back his pride and nods. Without waiting for the go-ahead, I bring the heel of my hand to the bridge of his nose, ignoring the yell of agony as the cartilage breaks under the blow. Curling my fingers into a fist, I rear my arm back before landing a blow to the side of his face. As he stumbles back, my hand catches him by the back of his head and I bring him down, my knee ramming into the side of his head. I pause at the sight of him laid out on the ground and knowing I can't hit a man while he's down, I stand straight and step back, away from the man.
"Y'still have two shots."
I shrug, hands slipping into my pockets, "Not going to beat up an unconscious man. Oh, and Guillermo," Getting the man's attention, I nod to the three Chihuahuas laying in a basket, "I think you have a severe pest problem. I didn't think rats grew any large than those found in New York City."
"Those are my dogs, chica."
Snorting, I shake my head, "Those are over-grown rats with shorter tails and just as annoying."
"Come on, guys. Let's get back to camp."
Giving Guillermo a mocking salute, I follow after Rick as we take to the streets, once again the group whole with Glenn trailing close behind. Pulling my sword from its sheath as we race through the streets, I slam into the back of Daryl. Cursing under my breath, Daryl shoots me a glare before motioning to the missing van. Shit! Merle must have taken the van.
"Stupid motherfucker. I'm going to kill your brother the next time we see him," I state to Daryl.
"Why?"
"First I run around this disease-infested city looking for his dumb ass and now he's the reason I have to hike my ass back to camp? Yeah, your brother's going to get another thing coming to him."
Instead of getting upset, Daryl lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head, "Only y'would be angry 'bout havin' t'walk."
"Shut up, backwater hick."
"City slacker."
The group falls silent as we sprint through the woods, heading straight for the quarry. Groaning at the weariness in my legs and the pain in my body, I plead for a nice, long soak in the lake. Curling up in my tent with a book. Sitting up on the RV with a smoke or two.
All thoughts of relaxing fades from my head as piercing screams echo over the hill leading to the camp. Breaking over the crest of the hill, I don't hesitate as I toss my two guns to Rick, racing forward as I remove my sword from its sheath. Walkers have succeeded in invading the camp. Gunshots and screams pierce through the night and my only thought is to search for Melody Livingston.
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