AN: another chapter :)
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Chapter 6
This was taking too long.
Carol sat in the car she had made herself small, she was barely visible to the outside as she sat crowding the pillar of the car.
She knew she should stay in the car, she really did. But five minutes turned into ten and ten minutes turned into fifteen. There was no sign of them.
She should stay in the car, really she should. They were four grown men, they could take care of themselves. Had been taking care of themselves for years, they knew how to deal with walkers. She should stay in the car, but all she could seem to see is Daryl's face, and feel the way his arms had felt when he'd held her last night.
She'd left because she didn't want to kill anymore, she didn't want to have any attachments. But Daryl wasn't a stranger. They'd formed some unexplained bond when he'd handed her that pick axe. A mutual understanding. She'd seen it in his eyes. Eyes that she had dreamed about since then for some unknown reason.
She should stay in the car, she really should she thought as she opened the door in a near silent click.
She still had her knuckle buster hidden in her coat, a knife in boot and another hidden in her bag that she concealed in the waist band of her pants. She handed exactly hidden the knifes from the guys, but there was something about the way Merle Dixon had not wanted her to have a gun that had made her hold back her concealed weapon. She knew Merle had a good heart. She'd seen the way he'd made certain the kids of the quarry were fed, but she was pretty sure that good heart was a diamond in the rough covered by a few layers of dirt and self preservation. She wasn't foolish enough to believe Merle wouldn't sacrifice her to save someone he loved.
Daryl was another entity all together. She got the impression that he would do anything for her, and he barely knew her.
She moved silently towards the store she knew they had been heading too. Her heart beating a staccato beat when she realized that there was an unknown vehicle on the street.
Slipping into the store she circled around the perimeter of the store as she listened to the voices coming somewhere from the back.
She heard them before she saw them.
"Which one first you think? I think the shorter one will have the best meat." She heard a voice cackle.
Great, pressing her head to the shelf she sighed as images of Terminus filtered through her head. Cannibals.
She shook of bad memories assessing the situation. Six strangers holding the four men. The guys were on the floor, there back to the shelfs. Hands tied behind their backs with ropes and their mouths gagged. She would never be able to slide behind them and get them untied but she may be able to reach slip Merle a knife through the shelving.
Near silently she worked her way down the shelving until she could see Merle through the shelves. He was the only one with his back to the shelving. The other guys were to far to reach. Daryl was the closest to Merle and the she worriedly watched the way his shoulders were slumped.
She waited until cannibals seemed to move more towards the front of the store, arguing and going to retrieve supplies. One old guy had been left watching the guys, but he seemed to be having trouble keeping himself awake.
"Merle" she whispered in a near silent whisper.
She saw Merle's back tense. He'd heard her.
"I'm slipping you a knife. Get yourself free and free the others...I'm gonna distract them. "She whispered.
She saw Daryl's back tense and the almost unnoticeable way he was shaking his head no, but it was too late. Merle's fingers had already grasped the knife and she was already moving.