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Daryl pulled into the driveway of the house, feeling defeated. He hadn't found Allie; much less any clues to progress the search for him. It was late afternoon; there was still plenty of daylight left to burn. Daryl was worn from the emotions boiling within him, he was still pissed and that was dangerous for anyone or anything crossing him. No one was walking around outside the farm, Daryl headed straight for the cooler. He needed to do something with his hands, skinning and quartering the deer would take his mind somewhere else than the current state he was in.
The copper tincture of fresh blood hit Daryl's nostrils as soon as he opened the door to the cooler. Daryl strode with a purpose towards the deer hanging in the middle of the chilly room. The chill was welcome compared to the sweltering heat outside, even with it beginning on fall; it was still hot as hell outside. Someone had skinned and quartered the deer already, leaving Daryl seething.
"Goddamn it! Son of a bitch!" Daryl pulled at the hair on the sides of his head while he paced, the anger boiling over. Daryl kicked open the door to the cooler, turning right nearly bowling over Glenn as he ran for the stable.
"Shit! Daryl, where the hell are you going in such a hurry?" Glenn fought to catch the breath Daryl knocked out of him with his hands on his knees gasping.
"Gotta get outta here. Tell Natty she'll know where to find me." Daryl ran past Glenn, saddling up Zip and kicking him into a full bore run off the farm. Daryl needed out before he hurt someone and regretted it later.
Feeling the horsepower thundering between his legs, the wind in his hair and the huff of Zip breathing, Daryl felt free. Daryl wasn't heading in any one particular direction, he wasn't sure where he was going as of yet. A good ol' country boy had his ways of feeling better; this was surely one of them. But the fire still burned in Daryl's gut, the same feeling when they lost Sophia and he couldn't find her either: failure.
"Has anyone seen Daryl? The Jeep is back but I haven't seen him. Anyone?" Natalie went person to person asking about Daryl, no one had seen him since the morning when he left to find Allie and Kyle. Natalie walked off towards the stable, finding Glenn inside filling water troughs.
"Glenn you seen Daryl? The Jeep is back but I can't find him anywhere." The concern in Natalie's voice was bordering on panic. Emotions were raw for Natalie, to the point it was damn near painful.
Glenn set the bucket down outside Zip's stall, stepping out into the alley. His eyes met with Natalie's, seeing the fear she tried hard to hide. Glenn took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he began to speak.
"I saw him a couple of hours ago. He almost ran me over coming out of the cooler. Said you would know where he was going and took off on Zip. That's all he said to me I swear." Natalie wrapped her arms around Glenn, kissing him on the cheek quickly. Glenn blushed at the display of affection.
"Thank you Glenn. I'll take Mira and go looking for him. He couldn't have gotten far." Natalie pulled Mira out of the corral, saddling her before heading out for the road to look for Daryl. Natalie thought of all the places he could have gotten off to, she didn't think he would head back to the trailer he used to share with Merle when they were younger. The bar was out, it was in town. He wouldn't take the chance of going there with walkers being on his own. Ditto for the feed store. That left one last place she could readily think of, her heart sinking into her gut. Natalie spurred Mira on faster; hopefully she would find Daryl there before anything bad happened.
Emma brushed my hair straight before braiding it, making sure it was a tight braid. With it being tight I wouldn't have to worry about my hair falling out over the next few days. I ate slowly from the bowl of berries and jerky that another girl had brought in for me earlier. Today my fate would be decided, my life was in the hands of Marcus. Emma told me that Marcus' decision depended upon his moods. Some of the older people in the camp likened him to Caligula, the mad emperor of Rome. This knowledge didn't settle my nerves any; that someone who was stark raving mad was going to decide my fate.
"They'll put you in chains like a slave. That's how Marcus likes to see women when he decides upon them. They will put you in handcuffs, leg irons and a collar and chain around your neck. Keep your eyes down unless Marcus asks you to look at him. Look up, but stay reverent. Anything you do he will take into consideration. Only speak when you are spoken to. I'll be there next to you. There will be people from the camp in the room as well, who will influence Marcus' decision. Don't show fear-Marcus hates women who are afraid of everything." Emma filled me in as much as she could before a knock came at the door of the room, two men walked in with shackles and the collar. I stood up next to Emma, holding out my wrists.
It made me sick being shackled up like a slave; I am not one to be dominated with my mother's stubborn will and my father's fire. Being led on a chain made me more pissed than I ever thought I could be. Emma held onto my arm as we followed the two men into what looked like a courtroom in a courthouse. Hell for all I knew maybe it was the courtroom in town, it had been awhile since Mom and I had come into town.
I kept my eyes downcast; trying to remember everything Emma told me about how to act when in the presence of Marcus. I hoped Marcus was in a good mood, I really didn't want to become walker bait tonight. Emma stopped walking, which I took as a cue to stand still. My legs ached from the shortening of my stride, the cuffs bit into my wrists, the steel collar rubbed my neck painfully.
I heard voices around me, whispering quietly. I couldn't make out what they were saying but stealing glances right and left clued me in that they were talking about me. A loud rapping sound silenced the room, I saw Emma stiffen next to me. This must have been the cue for Marcus to make his entrance. I heard a creaking sound as someone sat down in an old wood chair, then the rest of the room sat down. This felt like a court hearing, and Marcus was sentencing me to death.
A deep voice resonates through the room; I don't dare look up as Emma grips my arm tighter.
"Who is it you bring before me Emma? Is she willing to speak for herself?" Marcus question came out more an order than anything.
I felt Emma tremble against me; but her voice was strong. "I bring you Allie Sir. Yes, she can speak for herself." Emma steps behind me and I suddenly feel very small. My heart starts to pound in my chest and I struggle to control my breathing as I stand very still.
"Come forward Allie and plead your existence." Marcus beckons me to move, I slowly raise my head, looking over Marcus' shoulder. I measure my steps carefully, mostly so I don't fall on my face in the leg irons. I get within about six feet of Marcus' desk before he stops me.
"What do you bring to my camp that is useful Allie? We have many women that do not stay here long because they have no use to me." A smirk paints Marcus' features, he likes playing this sadistic cat and mouse games with lives.
I meet his icy blue stare head on, fuck being reverent, I'm going to be myself and if he wants to kill me so be it. I'm not bowing to anyone, especially some asshole who thinks himself a king.
"I'm a state registered EMT, I can do surgery as well as shoot, hunt, cook, fish, process a kill. I speak German as well. Is that good enough for you?" I could hear the sarcasm in my own voice, and I was damn sure everyone else heard it as well. The place was so silent you could hear a mouse fart.
Marcus grinned, his white teeth bright in his weathered features. "Well she has some spunk to her. Emma, clean her up a bit more and bring her to my chambers. Agron can have her for his hunting party tomorrow when he returns from the field. Tonight, Allie, you will entertain me." With that Marcus leaves the room; the entire room breaking out in conversation. The cacophony almost deafening, I almost can't hear Emma speaking to me as the guards drag me out of the room by the chain attached to my collar. I pull against them, but they pull me that much harder; my knees hitting the marble floor hard. The pain makes me see stars, as I feel Emma pulling me up.
"You're lucky he isn't killing you right now. I'll do as he asks, but you're on your own once you're in his rooms. I can't help you past that." Emma's voice cracks with the fear of knowing what is to become of me.
I smirk at Emma, "I'm a Dixon; Dixon's are hard to kill."