LOVE SCARS || Daryl Dixon

XXXXIII

I USED THIS AS MY OPPORTUNITY TO ESCAPE.
As I laid on my side, knocked over from the explosion, I arched my back allowing me to reach down into my boot, firmly grasping the handle of my knife. I smiled slightly in satisfaction that I'd finally been able to reach my knife.
I quickly pulled it out of my boot, moving it to the zip ties around my ankles that were been used as leg restrains. In one fluid motion I used the knife to snap the restrains.

I saw Daryl's head quickly look over to, he had a light smile on his face as he gave me a reassuring nod. I quickly turned the knife upwards, with a slight struggle I was able to snap the restrains on my wrist. I tried to do this as sly as possible knowing the other two men were still in the room with us. I figured they'd be pretty pre-occupied with stress given the fact the were shouting over the sound of gun fire.

I quickly scrambled to my feet, letting my knife rest in my right hand, while using my left to pull the rag from around my mouth. I did this as quiet as possible not letting the men know I was free.
As they argued I crept behind one of the men.

"Hey look at me" one of them said to the other.
As the second man turned around I slammed my knife into his neck, before quickly pulling it out, sending blood spraying everywhere. I couldn't help but smile that he dropped to the ground like a sack of shit. This then revealed me to the other man, before he could react, I send my knife spiralling at his head, the knife embedding itself in his eye.
Nice shot.
I moved straight in on him, retrieving my knife.

Once I had done this I quickly moved back to the others. My main focus on Daryl. I crouched down to cut his restrains, freeing his arms first. I wanted him to hold me while I told him how scared I was that we might have lost each other. But I couldn't. I found it hard to look at him. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep it together, I'd break down and end up in a pool of tears.
Instead, I dug deep. Channeling my emotions into anger and adrenaline.

I moved to Glenn, then Bob, freeing them both.
"If they got problems, we got a chance" Glenn announced, stretching off as if he was preparing to fight.
"Sounded like a bomb" Bob commented.
"Sounded like a war" Daryl said, his southern accent coming through rather thickly.

"Iz" I heard a muffled yell.
I looked down to see Rick still on his knees and in restraints. I could help him, I just didn't want to. The cunt let that dick slice open the inside of my mouth.
He continued to look at me expectantly, annoyance growing on his face.

"Free yourself" I grumbled before spitting down onto the floor next to him, the vast majority was blood given the fact my mouth was still bleeding. It made a statement. Showed him why I wasn't going to help him.
I took a step back. Leaving him restrained. Rick's face turned to disbelief as his glance shifted over to Daryl. Daryl shrugged at Rick before turning away from him and finding a weapon. I couldn't help but feel smug as I followed him away.

As I walked past Daryl, he rested his hand in the small of my back, causing me to look over to him. I nodded at him reassuringly. I couldn't tell him how I felt, I had to hold my shit together and focus on the enemy.
Daryl nodded back understanding before moving over to a workspace with a body lying on with butcher equipment surrounded it. This was the fate that we escaped. He grabbed something what resembled a carving knife and passed it over to Glenn. I looked back to see Bob helping Rick up. I earned a glare from the two of them.

"We going or not?" I grunted before walking off, not waiting for an answer.
I moved through to the room conjoined quickly coming to a holt when I saw what was in front of me. Limbless, skinned carcasses hung from the ceiling. That's when it hit me.

"They we're going to eat us" I said so shocked that it came out as a whisper.
I knew the others were stood by my side sharing the same shocked expression as me.