Chapter 51: Atlanta
RPOV
~A few days ago~
There was the faint sound of thumping going on outside, as though something was hitting something with fast impact. Wandering out of the church, I found Kat was stood in position and shooting her arrows into a target practice board. "Where did you get that target?" I asked her, curious to know when she'd had the time to find a board and where.
She had raised her bow with her arrow ready, spinning to look and aim it at me, but when she heard my voice and saw me, she didn't shoot and lowered her aim on me. She smiled after making her body untense and her breath slowly escaped her calmly. "Glenn found it at that ammunition store," she informed me. "Is something wrong?" she asked me curiously.
I had been pondering over everything, about what she was telling me and what Bob had said back in the food bank. "About earlier, you said that what happened shouldn't change who I am," I reminded her of the conversation we had shared. "Thing is...I don't know what I am," I sighed and looked away as I took a seat on a cut down tree beside the church.
Kat took a step closer and smiled down at me, her blue eyes were bright and kind. "You're a good father," she began. "A pretty good friend too," she teased and sat beside me, bumping her shoulder with mine. "But dad, you're a man who lost his wife and friends along the way, but don't let this world make you lose your soul. It's too good of a soul to lose, trust me," she smiled kindly.
"I thought you'd add cop to that list," I chuckled and looked around before meeting my gaze with hers.
Each day, she made me more proud and feel more human. How she matured, took responsibility and became a mother figure to her brother and sister. Every moment, I became more impressed with her, which made me love what I had created many years ago. Never had I thought Kat would become this wonderful of a woman. "I would, but sadly, I don't think that the good cops continued to survive," Kat shrugged and made me arch an eyebrow at her curiously. "I mean...look at Shane. He was a good cop, but he lost his mind for love," she pointed out the facts. "Sound familiar?" she questioned with a rise of her eyebrows.
In that moment, I knew she was refering to me and my phase. How I had lost my mind when I had lost her mother and gained a baby in Lori's place. Hearing her words, I laughed out my nose and looked away from her gaze. "You know, I think your mother would be proud of the woman you've become," I said with a smile. "I'm just proud," I revealed as I turned my head again to look into her eyes. "I'll let you continue with your training," I sighed and got up onto my feet, leaving Kat to train and gave her the space she needed away from us. Has she always been this focused?
Present day...DPOV
After returning to the church, I had told Rick and the others everything that happened. Carl had stayed very quiet, but there was a small ounce of worry in his eyes. Rick was angered, he shouted at me for leaving his daughter behind, but apologized and realized that I wasn't the one that pushed her in front of the car. Michonne was sad, worried for her best friend, but I knew she had faith we'd get Kat back. We were trying to secure the church and make sure no walkers could pass through. Much like we had back at the prison.
There was the loud sound of banging and grunting coming from behind me, but turning to look at who it was, it was Sasha. I had found out about those from Terminus, of how they had been killed by Rick and the others. Learnt that Glenn and Maggie had left with Eugene, Tara, Rosita and Abraham. Sasha had lost Bob to a bite, but he'd also lost a leg in the kidnapping he'd gone through with the people from Terminus. "It was-it was good you weren't here for it," Tyreese grumbled.
Handing me the metal pipes from the organ the church held, I cradled it close and watched as Sasha placed all her anger and emotion towards the church benches, hacking at the wood with an axe. Swinging and slicing huge chunks, with anger and sadness. I could tell this was the only way she could cope with all the shit she had gone through in that moment. "She hanging in there?" I asked, worried for the mental health of Sasha's, knowing it must have been difficult for her in that very moment.
"No," Tyreese answered me bluntly, not trying to sugar coat anything and giving me the only answer he could honestly give me.
Wandering away from Tyreese and past Sasha, I took the metal spikes towards the front and began to make a border, protecting everyone who'd be inside while we were gone. The sound of hammering reminded me that Noah, Carl, Rick, Carol and Michonne were fixing boards to secure the windows of being broken or entered through the door. "Are you gonna take the cross, too?" Gabriel asked me sarcastically.
Placing the metal to the ground, I picked one up and grunted as I dug it into the ground. Making sure it was secure, I kept pushing until it wasn't going to move an inch. "If we need it," I answered and continued to place up a barrier of deadly spikes. This should keep Judith and Carl safe. It's what Kat would want me to do.
RPOV
We were boarding up the windows, so that walkers and people couldn't get in easily. Fortifying the place, so it could keep those who stayed behind safe. Carl had told me he wanted to go find Kat, to rescue her, but I wasn't going to allow him to go out there and leave Judith behind. "He wants to go to Atlanta, but I can't have that," I said to Michonne as she caught me staring at my son as I pondered in my thoughts.
Carl was helping Noah fix the boards, while Carol was doing her thing, either inside or outside. I knew she would jump around to different places, so that she wasn't alone. "Then you stay," Michonne told me. "I'll go," she suggested calmly.
Truth was, I didn't doubt that Michonne was capable of bringing my daughter and Beth back safely, I simply didn't want to let Kat down. I needed her back, not just for myself, but for Carl and Judith. "I can't, that's my daughter trapped in Atlanta," I shook my head. "I need to get her and Beth back," I stated what my duty was, which was to be the leader and bring back the ones we loved back safely.
"We all need them back," Michonne argued, giving me that small and kind smile she'd offer whenever I made a point she could argue against or with. In this moment, she agreed but argued at the same time.
Smiling to myself, I looked down and shook my head, wiping dirt from my hands. "I need Kat more than you think," I nodded as I spoke.
In all honesty, I loved my daughter with everything a father could, but I knew she was my rock. At least, a piece of it. I've lost her once, I don't want to lose her again. "I'll take care of Carl and Judith, that way you can save Kat and bring both Beth and your daughter back to us," Michonne encouraged and assured me that she'd keep my other children safe while I was away. Trusting her, I knew she'd keep them safe while I was away. Smiling, I nodded and kept my eyes glued to hers kindly. Moments like these made me realize why Kat loved Michonne as much as she did.
CPOV
Everything was secure, all that we had to do now, was say our goodbyes and seal off the front door using wooden boards. Dad and the others had bags filled with weapons, supplies and other things they'd possibly need. Such as medicine, food and water. Cuddling Judith to him, dad kissed Judith's head and cradled her close. Handing my younger sister to Michonne, dad then pulled me into a hug and kissed my temple. "We'll be back soon," he assured me he'd be back safe and with everyone else we cared for.
Not needing to be told this, I simply kept nodding and stayed positive. My sister was strong and so was my father. The others all knew what they were doing and I was in safe hands with Michonne. "I know," I agreed, stepping away, dad took a bag of things and left with the others. Shutting the door, Michonne laid a crying Judith into her basket and we began to place the wooden boards against the door. Securing us safely inside.
RPOV
Finding a place in Atlanta, we had parked outside of Atlanta and hid the truck. Noah had created a map, where we could figure out how to get those we cared about out safely, quietly and quickly. "At sundown we fire a shot into the air. Get two of them out on patrol. Then once it's dark enough that the rooftop spotter won't see us, we go. We cut the locks on one of the stairways, take it to the fifth floor. I open the door, Daryl takes the guard out," I began to instruct everyone with a plan I had come up with after much deliberation.
"How?" Tyreese asked.
The ones who came with me, were Daryl, Sasha, Tyreese, Noah and Carol. "He slits his throat," I answered bluntly, not needing to soften the blow of what was going to happen, as this world was dirty and bloody. The good people didn't seem to survive, unless they had all done bad things. "This is all about us doing this quiet, keeping the upper hand," I informed Tyreese as to why we had to be violent and calculated.
Carol was stood beside me and Daryl, staring down at the map as her frantic eyes searched the map and I knew that something had happened between Tyreese and Carol. Heard their argument over one of the guys from terminus, who Tyreese had promised Carol he had killed. "They won't be expecting us," Carol agreed with a nod of her head.
Looking up at her, I nodded and went back into doing what was needed, which was inform everyone of the plan. "From there, we fan out. Knives and silenced weapons. We need to be fast," I stated what we had to do and what to use. "Tyreese, Sasha, take them. Daryl and Carol, you two take care of whoever is in the kitchen. I got Dawn," I gave everyone their targets. "If they're smart, the rest of them will give up. Then it'll be six on three. Seven on three once we get a weapon to Beth," I said the possible outcomes.
"13 on three. The wards will help," Noah spoke up, telling us that the wards would work together with us in stopping those from the hosptial. This gave me and the others some slight confidence that this plan could work.
Somehow, Tyreese disagreed with us. "That's best case. What's worst case?" he asked us. "All it takes is one of those cops going down the hall at the wrong time. Then it's not quiet. All hands on deck. We're talking about a lot of bullets flying around," he listed all the things that would chain up and cause a huge problem for all of us.
This too, was a possibility we had to be careful not to trigger. Sasha and Daryl were silent, Daryl looked like he was trying to figure out how it all worked, memorizing it and trying to keep everything under control. Yet, he knew I was the only one who could control when shit would hit the fan. "If that's what it takes," Sasha didn't argue with my plan.
Feeling a strange sensation in my gut, I knew that something was wrong and I knew that possibilities of failure would only occur if one of us made a mistake. But, I knew people were ready for whatever outcome. "It's not. If we get a couple of her cops alive out here, we do an even trade. Theirs for ours. Everybody goes home," Tyreese compromised.
Hearing him out, I straightened up and thought his plan over. It was a peaceful way of settling it, but I didn't want to risk any chances. Not with my daughter and not with Beth. "Yeah, I get it. And it might work," I agreed with Tyreese's plan. "This will work," I spoke confidently and pointed down at the map.
DPOV
Thinking over the two plans, I knew that Rick's was the more dangerous and quick plan. But, I knew that Tyreese's plan was reasonable and smart. It was the cautious way of going about it, and I knew that Kat would want something more peaceful. "Nah, that'll work, too," I disagreed and sided with Tyreese.
Carol looked at me a little surprised, as did Rick, but I knew that I had to prove that good still happened. If not for Kat, then for us. I needed to prove that not everyone was evil, that this life isn't just about killing others in order to survive. "You say this Dawn, she's just trying to keep it together, right?" Carol asked as he ice blue eyes darted to stare at Noah questioningly.
"Trying and doing are two different things," Noah argued, telling us that Dawn was the only one keeping things together, compared to the others who could be working for her. Under her protection and capturing two of our loved ones.
Rick kept blinking, as though trying to process what I was saying and surprised that I'd gone against his plan. But, I knew that Tyreese was a safer and less bloody approach to saving the girls. "You take two of her cops away, what choices does she have?" I challenged. "Everybody goes home. Like he says," I agreed with Tyreese and pointed to him. This has to work, for both Kat and Beth.
CPOV
Laying out every type of weapon, except for Kat's bow, I knew that I could help Gabriel learn how to fight. Much like how my dad, Shane and Kat all taught me how to survive in this world. I knew that Gabriel was weak and didn't know how to fight, so I thought I'd offer my knowledge to him. "Pick one," I gestured to the weapons laid out in front of him. "You need to learn how to defend yourself. We can teach you," I encouraged him that this was the right thing for him to do.
Gabriel had been cleaning the blood stains on the wooden floor boards vigorously, but the stains never faded. It stayed permenant on the surface. "Defend myself?" Gabriel questioned my choice of words with a sarcastic laugh. "They said they'd go," he argued.
Michonne was changing Judith, but when she heard this, her eyes raised and looked at the pair of us surprised by Gabriel's mocking. "They were liars and murderers," I argued back, knowing that my temper was starting to build from Gabriel's arrogance and closed mind. Can't he see they were bad people?
"Just like us," Gabriel spat, as though he knew anything of this world and what we all had to do in order to keep him safe. To keep all of us safe and alive.
Trying to make him see we weren't the bad guys, I knew he'd just keep trying to fight back, but I had to try and convince him we were doing what was right. "We protected ourselves. They wanted us dead. You're lucky your church has lasted this long," I spoke to him seriously. "You can't stay in one place anymore. Not for too long. And once you're out there, you're gonna find trouble you can't hide from," I stated the facts. "You need to know how to fight," I encouraged him.
Hesitantly, Gabriel took my advice and reached out to take the machete into his hands. Taking it carefully, I noticed how he was only holding it, but not in the way in which he could use it. "Good choice," I complimented him. "But you're not holding it right. You've got to be able to drive it down 'cause sometimes their skulls aren't as soft and you need to be able-" I went to advise him, but he raised his hand and bowed his head.
Stuttering, I knew something wasn't right with the priest. "I'm sorry," Gabriel apologized with a wave of his hand and swallowed thickly. "No," Gabriel disagreed as he got to his feet and cluctched his stomach. "I need to lie down," he said, as though he was about to be sick and faint from the thought of killing anyone. Not denying him the choice to leave, I looked to Michonne and she offered me a sad smile.
RPOV
Proceding with the new plan, Noah had shot randomly at a spot, which was the obvious call for the cops who were searching for him. Catching him, we ran after the car and stayed quiet, to give them the element of surprise. "Where are those rotters you were shooting at?" I heard one of the cops ask before we rounded the corner and we all had our guns raised. Ready to shoot if they went against my orders.
Daryl was the one to whistle for me, but when they turned to look at us, their guns were all aimed at us. But, there were too many of us for the cops to shoot. "Hands," I ordered a simple command that I knew they'd understand, especially if they were cops before the world had gone to shit.
There was a woman and a man together. Both of them had their guns up, they were pacing and Noah had his hands tied behind his back, they had used zip ties. "What do you want?" the woman asked. "Whatever this is, we can help," the other encouraged us to lower our weapons like a bunch of idiots.
Not listening to a word they'd said, I ignored them and chose to continue with our plan. I wasn't risking any chances, especially not one this big. One that risked my daughter's life. "You do what we say, we don't hurt you," I threatened calmly, the man agreed to our terms and raised his gun in surrender. "Good. Now turn around. Put your guns on the floor and kneel," they did as I said and that was when Daryl and Carol zip tied the pair, while myself and Sasha kept our guns raised at them. "We need to talk. There's water if you need some and food," I encouraged in a kind and friendly gesture.
The man looked over his shoulder at me. "Mind if I ask you something?" he asked me a stupid question, but I stayed quiet, giving him the chance to ask me anything he'd desired. "The way you talk...the way you carry yourself...were you a cop?" he questioned me, I didn't say anything as I didn't care about that in my past. We're here now and now, there are no jobs. Our only jobs are to survive and keep surviving. "Believe it or not, I was, too," the man laughed nervously.
Noah then picked up his gun after Tyreese untied him and shufled over to me. "That's Lamson," Noah told me the name of the man. "He'll be down for this. He's one of the good ones," he informed me happily, as though this was reason enough to trust him. The sound of tires squealing made us all become alert as we shot at the car and watched as the cops jumped in and drove away. Luckily, Sasha shot at the tire and burst it.
Running after the car, we followed the sound of screetching tires and saw that the car had been abandoned. Where we were, was like a graveyard, burned walkers with pink skin clawed, like cooked meat on the ground. Hopeless and helpless. We wandered through the disaster point and I began to wonder where they had disappeared to. "Two, on me," I ordered once I spotted the two we had captured and chased after them.
DPOV
Hearing something move, I stayed behind and checked inside the car. There was no one. From my frantic pacing, I noticed that they had run over a walker and the arm got stuck around a tire. Wandering to the burned down RV, I checked inside and it had no one. Just as I was about to the shut the RV door, one of the cops tackled me to the ground with a grunt. He went to hit me, but thankfully I had enough time to kick him and get back onto my feet. I went to punch him, but he blocked me and caught me in a bear hug. Tackling me to the ground, he got ontop of me and began strangling me.
Reaching for anything, I first had tried to push the guy off me and noticed how this wasn't working. The guy tilted me to face a burned walker that was trying to gnaw at my face. Pushing the guy as far away as possible. Looking into the walker's eyes, I saw how hungry it was, how it craved for me as his meal. Seeing this expression, I knew I had to fight harder.
Panting, I kept a level head. Stay alive. Keep fighting. For Kat, for Beth. They need you. Reaching for anything, I kept pushing the guy and felt a walker head. Feeling his teeth, I moved my hand away and was being pushed closer to the walker head again. Reaching for the eyes this time, I dug my fingers into it and ripped the skull from the walker's body. Swinging the skull, it knocked against the guy's head and kept hitting him until he was off me.
The sound of a silenced gunshot, landed behind me and hit the walker that had tried to eat my face. The sound of the bullet made both of us freeze and I looked to the person, it was Rick. Carol had ran closely behind, her gun was aimed but she lowered it when she saw Rick was already pointing his gun at the prick of a cop who had faught me. "Okay. You win, asshole," the guy surrendered to Rick.
Rick took a step closer, making me wonder what he was doing. His eyes were crazy, much like the time when Lori had died and like when he believed the women he loved died. The time we all thought Kat and Andrea were dead. "Rick," Carol called softly to him, hopeful that he would pull himself out of this trance.
Instead, his eyes were glued to the guy and gun was aimed at his head. Finger on the trigger, I knew Rick was capable of murder now. It didn't matter why, if they were a threat, he'd kill them without a second thought. "Rick!" I shouted. "Rick, three is better than two," I encouraged as we got to our feet. Listening to me, his eyes glanced at me and he gave me a nod. Lowering his gun, it gave me the chance to ziptie the guy and lead him towards the others.
CPOV
Silently, I sat with Judith, she slept in the basket, calm and quiet. My thoughts ran in my head, circling as I thought of Kat and ran my fingers along her bow and arrows. I hope she's okay. She needs to be okay. She has to be. This is hers, she needs to use it. "She always did treasure that stupid bow like it was her soul mate," Michonne commented, pulling me out of my numb thoughts and solitude.
Chuckling, I knew she had only tried to make me smile and laugh about stupid things. Such as the bow Kat had left behind, her treasure and best friend when in combat. "Says the one who has a boomerang relationship with a sword," I teased and knew I caught her in her dumb remark.
Hissing, her expression contourted into an expression of mock pain. "Ouch," she mumbled. "Okay, maybe I was being a little of a hypocrite," she agreed with a wide smile. Smiling in return for a moment, I then looked down at Kat's weapon. "She'll be fine, you know," Michonne assured me calmly after a few moments of silence. "I haven't met anyone as strong and capable of surviving as her," she informed me.
"I know all that," I nodded up at her.
Michonne shook her head and crouched down to look me directly in the eyes. "You don't," she argued. "While me, Andrea and your sister were searching for you guys...there wasn't a single day she didn't get better," Michonne told me, our eyes connected as she said every word with confidence and faith in Kat.
I had faith my sister was a true-born survivor, but all I could do in that moment was wait for her return. "Smarter, stronger and kept fighting harder each time. All so that she could get back to you and your father," she gave me this small story, but I knew that Kat had courage and strength to fight against anything this world threw at her. "She'll get through it, I know she will," Michonne was positive about what she believed. I knew Michonne was right and I knew that dad would return with Kat. I had hope that everything would turn out fine.
DPOV
Wandering back to the place we had made our plan, Rick and Noah were setting plans for what they were going to do. Of how to get through front doors and other exits, which were blocked and who was guarding what point. "Your friend, what's his name?" the female asked us. "I need to talk to him. Your plan is going to get me and my friends killed," she pleaded.
"We're gonna make it work," Sasha assured her as she kept walking and never looked back.
I didn't look back either, but it wasn't because I didn't care, I just didn't see reason to. "It would work if you had different cops to trade," she began to tell us. "Dawn's running Grady into the ground. A bunch of us want her out and she knows it. Pretty sure she knows we want Lamson to replace her, too," she informed us of their movement, making us turn and face the pair of them as she spoke.
The guy side glanced the woman, it was the same asshole who was fighting with me back by the abandoned car. "Dawn doesn't know that," the man said as he shook his head.
Glancing to one another, she gave him a look and then looked back at our group. "She might. And she's smart. So there's a good chance you can't make this deal work and that'll leave us all dead," she gave us one way that this could turn out. "But if you let us go, we'll take care of Dawn ourselves and then we'll let your friends go and this is over," she tried to compromise.
The other had stayed quiet, his head bowed and he looked to be deep in thought. "No, we're not gonna do that," Lamson disagreed and argued with his friend.
Her eyes widened as she glanced over at Lamson. "Do you want to die?" she questioned him, surprised he'd disagree and not want to do it the way they had suggested.
Lamson looked lost, like he was fighting a losing battle. "No," he answered her. "I just need you to shut up right now," he ordered of her kindly. "You can make this work. But you've got to be able to talk to her," he tried to advise us as he pondered for a moment and met our gazes.
"Noah told us all about her," Carol argued confidently, like this was all smoke to make us try and listen to them. So that they could run off and ruin our plan to get the girls back peacefully.
Somehow, Lamson didn't seem convinced that this was enough for us to try and get the girls back. "I've known her for eight years, ma'am," Lamson spoke respectively. "I know this woman. And my only interest is peaceful resolution, not dying, and sleeping in my bed tonight. So, please, let me help you. Please," Lamson reasoned and pleaded at the same time.
I felt like he was being honest, like he really was the reasonable one and someone the others could admire respectively. Thinking it over, I knew that we needed to at least listen to what they had to say. So, I glanced at the others and Carol gave me a look of wary, but supporting me in my decision. Turning to Rick, I knew he'd listen to me and try to figure out the best plan to get the girls back. "Hey, Rick. You're gonna want to hear this," I called to Rick, making him get to his feet and wander over to us.
MPOV
After talking to Carl, we spoke of Kat and shared some small stories together. He told me of how she was when she told him of his mom and her reaction to Kat using weapons, but we then started talking about Gabriel. Heading to his office, I knocked on the door and waited for Gabriel to open it. "Yes?" he answered with a question.
Smiling awkwardly, I didn't know how to address the issue without being blunt about it. "You, uh...you said you weren't feeling good," I fumbled for words with a serious expression, concerned for what was going on with him. "You doing okay?" I asked him.
"Yeah, I was just resting," he mumbled with a nod.
Judith began crying, which made him pull his attention away from my eyes and towards the sound. He's lying. "I know all this is new to you. All of it," I tried to sympathize and show compassion. "I just wanted to tell you, for you to know...the things that we do...they're worth it," I tried to explain how doing bad things could make good things come out from it, but I didn't know how to phrase it in front of a biblical priest.
Somehow, this didn't make Gabriel any more at ease than he originally was. In stead, I thought he felt more anxious and stressed about it all. "I already took the machete," he stated. "What more do you want from me?" he questioned me, as though we were desiring this from him.
We were only looking out for him, because that was what good people did. Yet, he somehow couldn't see it. "I don't want anything from you," I argued with a shake of my head. "I'm just trying to help," I informed him with a tight lipped smile.
"Thank you," he whispered before he shut the door on me.
KPOV
Surrounded by darkness, it felt like I was closed inside a box. No matter where I tried to run, whenever I'd open a door, there was never light and there was nothing to touch. Only darkness could be found, at times, I could hear what sounded like muffled voices. But, nothing made sense and I wasn't sure where I was. All I knew, was that I was engulfed in endless darkness, with no way out.
The sound of a distant door closing made me run towards it. Towards whatever sound I heard, but there was nothing, it was like I could run forever and nothing would happen. But, I didn't lose hope and kept running, trying to find a way out and return to wherever I was meant to be. "Kat," a faint voice called to me. "It's Beth," the voice said, the voice was quiet and soft. Sweet. Like an angel sent to save me.
Hearing the name, it made me force myself to remember what had happened. Who this Beth girl was. Beth. Myself and Daryl went to save her in Atlanta. In Grady Hospital. Or...am I dead? The sudden touch of my hand, felt strange, like I was inside my body, but not present. Like a ghost was touching me. "I just wanted you to know that I was here," she told me, which made me force myself to run harder and faster out of the darkness, but with no prevail. I will find a way out. If it's the last thing I do...
RPOV
I was crouched down with Lamson, discussing what Dawn was like and heard how she could be reasoned with, but under the right motivation and benefit. "She'll tell you she won't make a deal. She'll tell you she won't compromise," he informed me. "But she will. She always does," he argued with a small nod of his head. "Just-just know who you're talking to," he warned me.
Everything about this man was formal and serious. Like old cops were. But, there was something in his eyes that I had seen one too many times before. Regret. He regretted something and was trying hard not to look me in the eyes. "Probably heading out in the next 10 minutes or so. Anything you need before we leave?" I asked him and informed him at the same time.
"Actually, water would be great," he suggested.
Looking over my shoulder, I saw Sasha was fixing the water cups and gave me a nod in agreement. We must of had enough for Sasha to allow this respectable stranger have a glass of water. Or maybe we're just too kind. "Will do," I assured him he'd have his water. "Thanks, Sergeant Lamson," I thanked him formally.
Straightening up, I got to my feet and he turned his head to correct me. "My name's Bob," he informed me, which made me freeze at the sound and look down at him. I had noticed how Sasha had frozen too, the pain in her heart was still to fresh for this name to pop up the way it had. Shit.
Brushing it off, I looked around and pointed towards him. "You're still a cop," I informed him, positive that he was still the type of guy I had once been. Yet, he hadn't changed as I had. I had seen every part of evil in this world and I still felt like I hadn't seen enough to fully lose my mind.
Bob shook his head and was serious about what he next said. "No," he disagreed with me. "No, the real ones are all gone," he argued sadly, which reminded me of the conversation I had with Kat a few days ago. I need to bring her back. She deserves to see that there are good cops and that the world can return to the way it used to be. She needs that hope.
DPOV
Finding Sasha knocked out cold, I called for Tyreese and he came running to his sister. Clutching her, we looked around and noticed that one of the prisoners had left. I wasn't sure what exactly happened, but I knew that Sasha was unconscious and one of our captives had ran away. "Rick!" I called to our leader as I ran towards him. "Sasha got knocked out by that Lamson guy and he's gone," I informed him of what I could remember of the guy's name.
Carol was panting as she too helped search the building for the asshole who escaped. Yet, none of us found him and he was nowhere to be found. "We can't find him anywhere," she informed us as we all looked to one another. There was something that simply wasn't adding up, as he was someone Noah claimed was a good person.
Instinctively, I saw how Rick's expression darkened at the mention of this type of betrayal and rebellion. How he straightened up, away from the map and away from Noah. Rushing past me, his walk told me he was more than angered. "Rick!" I called after him, both myself and Carol followed after him and called him. But, he didn't stop to move towards the exit. "Where're you going?" I asked him.
"I'm going to go find Lamson," Rick said as he kept walking and didn't turn to look at either myself or Carol. Instead, he was tense and ready for anything. "Three's better than two, right?" Rick repeated what I had said earlier and kept wandering towards the door quickly.
Without hesitation, Carol followed him quickly and stayed close to him. "I'm coming with," she called to him, already placing herself as the woman to assist Rick in his man-hunt. Feeling responsible, I knew I had to try and save Kat some way.
I had to do whatever it took to keep everyone safe, while owing it to Rick to bring his daughter back safely. I felt the need to follow and join the pair of them. So, I ran after them and stayed a little behind. "Me too," I decided to join.
Rick quickly looked over his shoulder and barked commands. "No, stay with Sasha and make sure that the other two don't get away," he told me, making me be forced to stay back and not follow after him, but allowed Carol to join. Nodding, I chewed the inside of my cheek and paced around a little before returning to Sasha and the others.
RPOV
Feeling rage building inside of me, I had to find a way to get my daughter back. To get Beth back safely to Maggie, not only for those I cared about, but for Hershel. I owed it to him to keep his daughters safe and if re-kidnapping a guy was what I had to do, it was what I was going to do. I wasn't going to allow anyone else I loved get killed, especially not my daughter. She was one of the only people that kept me sane and safe. She had looked after me, even if I didn't deserve it and kept me safe.
She had helped with her sister and brother. She was someone we all cared for. Truthfully, I hated that Daryl had left her behind and caused damage to her in different ways. But, I knew it wasn't his fault. She was the one who ran into the car and apparently sat in the tipping truck. I only hoped she'd be recovered enough to return back to the church, to take her to her brother and sister who waited for her. Along with her best friend, Michonne. Daryl loved her, that much was proven in his determination to get her back as safely as possible.
Yet, hearing that the one guy that was told to be good had decieved us and ran off. I felt fire burn through my veins, telling me to go find this asshole and bring him back. That I wouldn't ruin what I had to in order to protect my daughter, to bring her and Beth back to us. Lamson, wasn't going to stop me from bringing back those we loved. I'll bring them back, whatever it takes.
Hope you liked this chapter! Now, I would like 5 reviews for this chapter. Or I won't post up the next chapter as quickly as you'd like. I need the 5 reviews to keep me motiviated and informed on what you guys are thinking. So, this benefits you more than it does myself. Please, may I have the 5 reviews so I can post quickly. I mean, I already have the next chapter planned. So, you're only prolonging the excitement towards that kiss you all crave. Anyway, 5 reviews and you all know the drill.
PS. I mean it, I won't post the next chapter until I get 5 reviews for this one!
Questions I want answered in the 5 REVIEWS PLEASE!
1) What did you think?
2) Do you think Kat will come out of it?
3) Do you think Daryl will be fine with Kat when this is all over?
4) What do you think of season 6 so far?
5) Favourite moment so far in this story?
Replies:
Caity6991: That's fine lovely! 1) Thank you! I try. I'm going to tell you now, they're going to be brushing and bruising after this. But, I can't wait for their kiss! 2) I thought so too, I mean, Kat is in a dark place right now as her hope is slowly dying down like a burning flame. 3) Aww! Thanks! I'm glad I'm doing good. I was hoping you'd see her confusion and dark moment. 4) I'm glad you liked those moments, I don't know why I keep asking that, but I'm curious. 5) I see...well this is kind of their reactions. Carol is determined, as is Daryl. Rick is in need of having his daughter back. Michonne misses her but has hope Kat is fine, while Carl simply is worried and missing her. Extra: Hmm. I guess those would work. I'm not sure how, but I hope Daryl doesn't die at the end of this season, because all my plans will possibly go to hell. Much love to you too my darling!
galwidanatitud: You have no idea. Not only Daryl, but Ricks and Carol's!
Lumina: Thank you! I always did like reading the build up and tension, more than I do the actual relationship personally. But, it's also how Norman sees Daryl falling in love, all weird and uncomfortable. Kind of ships in the night, passing one another by without the other really realizing it until they crash into the sea.
Guest: I'm honored lovely. Honestly. Daryl isn't like that, but I know he's pissed off with himself, which you'll find out why in a few chapters. They won't say that so quickly, but they are eventually going to kiss in this season. So, expect that lovely! Season 6 for me right now is like a sketch. I have ideas, but I have no idea how to go about them because I don't know what is going to happen. For example, if they were to have sex and Kat became pregnant, it can't all happen in season 6, from the way it's currently going. But, I can say that Kat and Daryl are slowly going to become more of a couple (Let's just hope that Daryl doesn't die in this season!)
Until the 5 reviews,
Much love!
HeroJustInTime90 xxx
