There was a great screaming that echoed in the Prison as the noonday sun shined brilliant through the high windows.
A screaming none had ever heard before.
The sound of the man in pain.
Daryl's shouts of agony ricocheted off the walls like rain on a tin roof, slowly then with the shattering of glass on tile.
Moments before, the survivors sat on the ground, heads bowed, hearts heavy and eyes wet.
The bowed head of the survivors were snapped to attention as Carl, worn and bloodied rattled against the gates, rushing to unlock it so the new people could be let in.
Tyreese, Carl and Sasha had been on watch when the pickup had come up to the gate, Carol in the back, standing up and waving her arms- telling them to let her in.
Now there was blood.
Daryl was strung between two men, Tyreese and a man unknown.
His mouth was open in a sound of pure agonized and bloodied hell as he begged, pleaded for death.
Begging for an Abraham to put a bullet in his brain.
Hands moved quickly as Daryl was lain out against a steel table, his hands clutching at the new man.
"MERLE! HOLD HIM DOWN!" Shouted the man unknown as his knife went to Daryl's pants.
Hands were working, ripping away fabric until he lay naked on the table, skin ashen under the blood stains.
Carol gazed on in a daze as she held the tiny boy to her chest as he too screamed.
As Merle bellowed out his brother's name, as Beth held a squalling Judith, as the world spun around her. She felt the air leave her lungs as she saw her man naked before her.
Saw his shattered skin, saw the mangled pulp of his foot, of the white bone that protruded from Daryl's thigh.
But then, the world went black. It went black as the boy in her arms as she felt herself slip away.
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Ach. Wee bit short and you know, Odd.
This one was actually kind of hard to write.
whoo for over description.
I don't know. I just wanted there to be a big impact of Daryl actually screaming. Actually showing he was in pain.
The man has a very high threshold for pain, and he would have been taught that crying out was a weakness.
That crying out only meant more pain. I wanted to show that. If I did a good job or not. I don't know.
(which is why you should leave a review! tell me if I did a good job, or if this is all just a jumble of whateverishness)
So yes. until next chapter.
(which may come soon, or may come later. I'm not sure)
Thanks for reading and please review!
-Hannah.