𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗜𝗫𝗢𝗡𝗦

𝐋𝐗𝐗𝐗. MONSTERS

-Chapter eighty; Monsters-
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TAYLOR

IT HAD BEEN QUITE A WHILE SINCE
Taylor and Daryl split up from Rick, and they had yet to see him.

"Do you think he's okay?" She asked Daryl who was currently smoking a cigar while they waited.

Taking one last drag, he tossed it to the ground and put it out with his boot, "Don' know. Let's go an' fin' him.".

So the two ventured out back onto the floor, finding Rick talking to a man in a room, the man aiming a gun at Rick's head.

'Wait...he looks familiar...' She thought.

Daryl gestured for her to stay back by the door while he crept foward, aiming his crossbow at the man's head.

"Wait, no!" Rick shouted to Daryl, the man spinning around and aiming his gun at Daryl.

It was Morales...all the way from back in the beginning...his family...

Daryl was quicker, firing an arrow into Morales's head and he fell limp to the ground.

"Morales!" Taylor gasped, clasping her hands over her mouth as she stared in horror.

He was gone...just like that...

"You good?" Daryl asked Rick, looking down at the corpse of Morales.

"That-T-That was..." Rick stuttered, unable to find the right words.

"I know who it was." Daryl said, "It don't matter. Not one little bit.".

He retrieved his arrow as Taylor argued, "It does matter! He was our friend!".

He glared, "He was gonna fuckin' kill Rick. Ya' call that a friend?".

"He wasn't pulling the trigger. We could have talked him down." She said, wiping away her tears.

He scoffed, turning back to Rick, "You fin' them guns?".

There was a long moment of silence, and she could tell Rick was still shocked that Daryl had killed Morales just like that.

Hell, she was more pissed than anything.

"They aren't here." Rick replied.