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Refugee

Chapter Eleven

"You gotta stem the evil tide

And keep it all on the inside."

-"Pigs" by Pink Floyd

My muscles immediately tensed up as I pushed open the door of the APD. I had been in trouble once or twice before and found myself here for the first time in years. Even though I hadn't broken the law this time, I'm figured it was pretty much impossible for anyone to relax in a Police Department around a bunch'a cops.

We were soon greeted by a black woman with her dark hair tied tight in a bun sitting behind a thick layer of glass. "Can I help you, folks?"

I cleared my throat before saying, "Yeah, I was told ta come here and meet with Officer Rick Grimes. How, uh, do I find 'im?"

"Use the elevator to go up to the second floor and sign in with Shellie at the counter. She'll buzz ya in." She replied, looking back down at the stack of paperwork on her cluttered desk.

"Thanks."

"Mhm."

A minute later, Molly and I watched the large doors of the elevator open with a ringing"bing" sound. Just as the woman downstairs had said, we were greeted immediately by a plump, pale blonde diligently working on her own stack of paperwork. "Mornin'." She greeted with a thick, southern accent. "Your names, please."

"Daryl Dixon." I said and Molly replied with her own name immediately after.

"I presume you're here to speak with someone?"

"Yes'm. Officer Rick Grimes."

She did not reply, but instead picked up the phone on the corner of her desk and pressed a couple buttons. "Rick, you have a Mr. Dixon and Miss Millar here to speak with you...Alright, I'll just need both of you to sign in right here and then I'll buzz you back." She pushed a clipboard and attached pen through an opening in the glass.

We did as we were told, and seconds later we heard the sound of the glass door to our left unlocking and we walked right on through. "Right over here." A tall, thin brunette with short, curly hair in his early thirties waved us into his office within seconds, and we soon found ourselves seated in the two chairs across from his desk.

"You folks here about the incident on Glenwood Beach this morning?" He "x'd" out of something on his computer screen before finally resting his dark eyes on Molly first, then me.

"Yes." She spoke up, tucking her usual unruly strand of hair behind her ear.

"I'm Officer Rick Grimes. I was called on the scene first thing this morning."

We introduced ourselves briefly and immediately got down to business. He pulled out a small notepad and flipped through the pages until he found a blank spot to write on. "I'll need you to start from the beginning."

Molly glanced over at me and I nodded at her, giving the go-ahead she was looking for to begin the story. "Um, well, we woke up on the beach this morning and decided to get breakfast so we started walking towards my car to leave. That's when we saw him. He was about...fifty feet from the parking lot."

"Did either of you exchange words with him?"

"I did." I interjected. "Told him I didn't want no problems. We was just leavin'."

And what happened next?"

"He started to come after us, so I pushed him. Looked like somethin' was wrong with the guy and I noticed a body on the ground. Didn't want to let him get too close. 'Specially 'cause he tried to bite me."

"He tried to bite you, Sir?" He looked up at me curiously and scratched the scruff on his chin.

I nodded. "Missed me by an inch."

"What happened after that?" Officer Grimes continued jotting down a few notes as we spoke.

"Then he came after me again so I pushed him down and we ran to the car and called 911. 'Scuse my language, but he scared the hell outta me and I wa'nt tryin' ta hang around." I scratched an itch on the back of my neck.

"Anything else?" He asked, looking up from his notepad.

I shook my head and chewed on my lip anxiously. "You find out what was wrong with the guy yet?"

"No, Sir. I had to call for backup and we eventually got him restrained but not before he bit two of my men pretty bad."

"Where is he now?" Molly asked as I noticed a large black and white photograph of a smiling brunette woman and a small freckle-faced boy in a silver picture frame on the corner of his desk.

"We took him to the hospital to be analyzed. Runnin' a couple tests on him to find out if he was on some sort of drug."

"That's what I think." Molly interjected. "Maybe those bath salts that's making everybody crazy lately."

"Maybe. Not sure yet. Shouldn't be long before we find out."

"What about... the body?" She asked, though the look on her face blatantly expressed that she didn't even want to know.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't disclose that information with you or anyone else until we have notified the family first."

Molly nodded her head in understanding and the three of us sat in silence for a few seconds.

"I appreciate you folks comin' in and talking with me today. If there's nothing else, you can be excused. We'll let you know if we need anything else." The corners of his thin lips turned into a forced smile before we all stood to our feet and shook hands. Before we left, he handed us a wallet-sized card with his name and number and told us not to hesitate to call if we needed anything.

Somethin' tells me we will.

In the comics, Rick was a Deputy in a small town in Kentucky. I figured it would better fit my story if I changed that and placed him here, in Atlanta. Just wanted to clear that up just in case anyone out there noticed. Thanks for reading, lovelies! You'll have another update soon!