Chapter 4
-Lexi-
She almost turned tail and fled as the prisoner yelled out at her in the semi-darkness. Even seated under the dusty window with his torso bound to the radiator and a sack over his head he still intimidated her. Though his arms were tied uselessly in front of him, his sleeveless leather vest revealed bulging biceps and rounded muscular shoulders. She'd learned the hard way from sparring with her brother not to underestimate the strength of arms like these.
But I need him to get to Rick.
She shut he door behind her softly, and mustering up all the nerve she had in her crossed the room and crouched down beside him.
-Daryl-
Daryl's senses were on fire as his mystery rescuer moved to kneel next to him. They...she? smelled like honey and spices he'd never be able to name. Chilled as he was he could almost feel the warmth radiating off their body and washing over his exposed left shoulder.
Then his hood was being lifted off, and a small soft hand shot out to cover his mouth.
He turned his head furiously, staring into a pair of gigantic green eyes, only inches from his own. These weren't the green eyes of some fucking Disney princess, shining like gemstones and proclaiming the owner regal and precious. No, these were the eyes of an untamed feline, moss green and streaked with lines of bronze and gold, looking more like a bijou at sunset than a pair of Emeralds.
For a moment they held him transfixed, until shaking himself, he began to assess the rest to his rescuers appearance. Though it was hard to tell with her crouching, she appeared to be of medium height. She was wearing black compression leggings that cut off mid calf and a black wife beater with a gray wind breaker tied around her waste. She was tanner than average, with a toned athletic physique, and long curling black hair that was swept up in a ponytail.
She looked better suited for track practice than a search and rescue mission during a zombie apocalypse, And he could feel his mouth twisting into a sneer at the sight of her. But as he began to dismiss her in his mind, she shifted her weight revealing two knives, a collection of syringes, and a Glock 22 he strongly suspected she'd just taken off the body of his former jailer.
Seeing him assess her with his eyes, she narrowed hers, and set her jaw in a way that set off bells of recognition in his mind.
Who the fuck was she?
Try as he might he couldn't place her. So he continued to shoot daggers at her with his eyes, hoping that she took it to mean "Talk, bitch," but didn't struggle against her farce of a gag.
Finally, seeming to get the message, she leaned in, bringing her cat eyes even closer to his piercing blue ones and began to whisper under her breath.
"I need you to take me to Rick Grimes."