Woohoo! New chapter! I know I'm a little delayed but life just gets crazier. I've started a second job so I work morning one place and graveyard at another so my life is a little nuts. But I just had to upload a new chapter in honor of the season finale tonight! I read some supposed spoilers but you never know what's going to happen. I read the comics so I already had a small idea of what was going to happen thus far but of course the show isn't as close to the comic as it could be (which is kind of good in this case). Anyway, I'm working on the next chapter and may even have it up in a few hours! This is a short one though!
As always enjoy!
Lacey gasped when she saw the herd. She'd never seen so many together at once and she shrank down, watching some of them meander up to the glass, somehow smelling the traces of human before beginning to beat the glass. She knew the glass would hold for a while but they had to think of something. Lacey swore and crept over to where Daryl lay and paused, not sure whether she should wake him yet.
"Stop fucking staring at me," Daryl grunted, taking Lacey off guard for a second but she rolled her eyes and bit out, "Just thought I'd let you know there's a hoard out there trying to get in but hey, don't let me interrupt your beauty sleep."
That did the trick and Daryl was out of bed, fumbling for hit boots, glad the sun was slowly rising over the horizon, giving a little light so he didn't make a complete fool of himself although Lacey laughed when he tripped and almost fell forward onto the bed. He grunted and glared at her, picked up his cross bow and motioned for Lacey, who followed close behind.
They hurried up to the roof and Lacey held a finger to her lips and quietly walked to the edge. She heard Daryl swear under his breath, not standing a foot from her. She shook her head as she watched the herd stumble around. About twenty had wondered to the hotel window sniffing around, noses in the air, some beating the window others just milling nearby.
"That won't hold for long," Lacey said, glancing over at Daryl, "We can't fight that whole herd, we need a distraction."
Daryl grunted and looked at her expectantly.
She sighed, "I have an idea but I need some cleaning supplies."
"What, you gonna clean 'em to death, Daryl sneered and Lacey glared before saying, "Fine we can just stay here and wait if you don't want help, asshole."
"Ah get you're fucking panties out of a knot."
"Stop acting like your brother, Dixon. I don't wanna be stuck here; we need to find some cleaning shit 'cause I can make a bomb." Lacey sighed and Daryl froze, looking at her with his eyebrows raised.
"Bombs; were you a fucking terrorist or somethin'?"
"I used to do a lot of illegal things- it's a lot of fun," Lacey grunted before heading back in.
Once she found a supply closet, she grabbed a multitude of cleaning products and marched back up to the roof, dumping them on the ground and getting to work.
Daryl watched in reluctant awe as the ginger Rambo in front of him mixed cleaners, biting her lip in concentration as she tried different combinations. She smiled when she found the right mix but it was cut short by the unmistakable sound of glass breaking on the ground floor. They watched the walkers stumble into the lobby before their eyes met and she stood up, grabbing the two cleaners and walked to the edge.
"When I combine the two, throw it as far as you can that direction," Lacey said pointing away from the road out of town.
Daryl nodded and as soon as she mixed them he took the small bottle and through it as hard as he could. It didn't go as far as he would've liked but it went far enough away from them that they wouldn't get hurt by the explosion. Barely a minute later there was a loud crack and dust filled the air, small bits of rubble raining down around them. The walkers on the street turned towards the sound and hurried toward it. That only left the undead in the lobby.
"Ok, let's grab our stuff and get to the lobby. I'll make another one and I imagine we'll have about a minute to get to the truck. Think you can handle that," Lacey asked, grabbing the cleaners and hurrying to their room.
When they got to the lobby Lacey peeked out the door and shook her head. Fifteen or so walkers still meandered Lacey smirked at Daryl, "Ready Dixon," she asked.
Daryl grunted and she quickly mixed the chemicals and prepared for the dash to the front doors. Taking a deep breath, she raised her arm and thought, Ah shit, please let this work, before opening the door and throwing the make shift bomb, drawing some of the walkers attention as it landed with a thud.
They took off, Lacey with the keys, making a mad dash through the lobby, dodging the corpses that had noticed the fresh meat among them. One walker lunged for Daryl and Lacey pulled a knife and threw it, nailing it in the head. Daryl bulked for a moment, angry at her for wasting a good knife but let it go since it wasn't exactly an opportune time for a fight.
Daryl made it to the truck first and grabbed Lacey, shoving her in the cab before throwing himself on top of her. Lacey pulled him tight against her, wrapping her arms around his head and neck just at the explosion happened. They heard rubble beating against the truck and a rather large piece of concrete smashed the driver's window, shattering glass over the pair.
When the noise stopped, Daryl slowly looked at Lacey who was still hanging onto him, her eyes staring at the hood of the cab, chest heaving against his own racing heart. When her eyes finally met his she smiled, a tired but satisfied smile, before saying, "How's that for scrubbing them to death?"
Daryl smirked in response and sat up, glass tinkling all around them, and looked around. The street was mostly deserted now but smoke was billowing from the hotel, flames licking the bricks. He saw a few body parts strewn around and took a moment to thank God that they'd loaded everything up the day before.
Lacey nudged him, making Daryl look down at her and she handed him the keys. He slowly moved off of her and grabbed her arm. A large burn was splayed across her arm. Daryl jerked her towards him, making her hiss and drag herself forward.
"It's fine," she said, pulling her arm back and scrutinizing it as if it were a huge nuisance.
"There's peroxide in the back; clean that up when we stop," Daryl said, starting the truck and peeling away from the hotel, nailing a walker that had wondered around the corner.
Lacey tried to stay awake but a few minutes into the drive, once her adrenaline had worn off, she felt the exhaustion overwhelm her and her head began dropping. She fought it for a few minutes before Daryl said, "Jesus woman, just go to sleep."
Lacey shook her head vehemently, "I don't want to sleep."
There was a moment of silence before Daryl grunted, "Whatever."
Lacey tried to stay awake but the exhaustion started to overcome her and felt her head drooping. She fought it for a few minutes before Daryl said, "Just go to sleep." Lacey shook her head vehemently, "I don't want to sleep." There was a moment of silence before Daryl grunted, "Whatever."
At some point during their drive, Lacey did indeed fall asleep and Daryl didn't notice until her head thunked against the still intact passenger window. "Hardheaded bitch," Daryl mumbled and felt his lips turn up at her. He didn't know her very well but she piqued his interest and he had a feeling that they would've even gotten along before shit went down. Daryl gave her one last sideways look before letting her sleep.