HI EVERYBODY! OK SO THIS CHAPTER IS SHORT BECAUSE IM BREAKING IT UP INTO 2 PARTS, POSSIBLY 3 DEPENDING ON THE DIRECTION IT TAKES, THE OTHER PART SHOULD BE UP AFTER I GET OUT OF WORK, I AM WRITING IT ALL TOGETHER AND PICKING OUT THE CLIFFHANGERS LOL. ALSO THERE WERE SO CONCERNS EXPRESSED IN MY LAST ACTUAL CHAPTERS ABOUT POST TRAUMATIC STRESS, PLEASE BE ADVISED I AM NOT A DOCTOR, I ONLY PLAY ONE ON TV...IN MY HEAD! SO WITH THAT BEING SAID I ONLY MAKEUP STUFF THAT SOUNDS GOOD, NOTHING IS OF ACTUAL MEDICAL KNOWLEDGE, ALTHOUGH I DID DISECT A CAT ONCE, SO I CAN TELL YOU WHERE THE KIDNEYS ARE, THATS ABOUT IT! WITH THAT BEING SAID, I DO LOVE ALL OF THE WONDERFUL MESSAGES I HAVE RECEIVED, AS WELL AS THE STRONG WORDED ONES ABOUT WHY I DONT POST COMPLETE STORIES...BECAUSE, WHERES THE FUN IN THAT? ANYWHO, HERE IS THIS LITTLE TEASER, AND ILL CONTINUE THE SECOND PART!
FLASHBACK
The room was exceptionally dark. Put a walker in front of him and Daryl was sure he would be a goner because he had no way of telling what was where.
Daryl lay in crumpled heap on the floor doing his best to focus on his breathing which was coming in short labored breaths at best. Philips men had spent the better part of the afternoon taking turns on seeing how could make Daryl pass out first. He thinks Colon won, but he couldn't quite remember whose face had been swimming in his vision before the mercy of blackness had engulfed him. If possible, he woke up even worse than before he had passed out. He wouldn't have put it past any of those pansy fucks to keep going long after he had lost his fight to stay awake.
Outside the door he could make out the faint sounds of the Woodbury community carrying on as if they weren't torturing a fully alive man in the backroom of what he thinks use to be a bar. These people will deny everything if it meant not having to deal with the undead right outside their doorstep. They were in a whole other world as far as Daryl was concerned.
He could hear the sounds of children laughing outside, playing some game or other, as their mothers stopped to chit chat about the community goings on.
Pushing himself to sit up was a difficult task on its own, but Daryl had a spark and he was on a mission. He gritted his teeth as he slowly pushed himself up the wall, if he let his legs collapse now he was sure he would never get back up again, so that was his motivation, don't fall. Sweat dripped down the back of his neck mixing with dried blood on the collar of his sleeveless shirt. The fools had been dumb enough at least not to bind his hands or restrain him in anyway to the spot he now stood in. Small miracle.
Using his hand along the side of the wall, Daryl slowly limped his way over to the front of the room to where he could see a faint sliver of light coming in from the bottom of a door. That was his only indication it was day time. It was a slow process but Daryl prided himself in not making much if any noise as he leaned against the wall with the door. From here the sounds of the outside world were more pronounced and if Daryl had to guess, this was a back entrance to wherever they were keeping him, so he wouldn't have to worry about making it through another set of doors up in the front.
Thinking his luck couldn't run out any further, Daryl tried the small handle that his hand came in contact with after a first failed attempt. His world came crashing down, and a small sob worked its way in his throat when it actually gave way and he was able to push the door open a crack. He was being honest when he told himself he knew he more than likely die here, so he had not prepared for a daring escape, seeing his family again. Closing the door and shielding himself again, Daryl took a few deep breaths to steady his nerves and try and formulate where he needed to get in order to make it out of this place.
He listened, he waited. No one came for several long minutes. Conversation had died down outside but he could still hear the active community in the distance. Gritting his teeth, and pushing back whatever pain had worked its way to the surface, Daryl slowly pushed the door open, and began to leave his prison behind in search of his home.
END FLASHBACK
LIKE I SAID, SHORT, LITTLE OVER 600 WORDS, ON TO THE NEXT PART!