Vanessa Taylor, a sassy blue haired, tattooed cosmetologist with a mouth of a sailor was born and raised in Ohio. One summer while she was visiting her sick father, her connecting flight ends in the city getting shut down, leaving her stranded in th...
We make it outside, running to the open gate, just in time to see them run from our sudden ambush.
I smile, "choke on my dick, Phillip!" I shout at their taillights, saluting them with one finger.
"We did it We drove them out." Rick faces all of us after watching their retreat, shaking his head at me. I smirk.
"We should go after them." I offer, "this doesn't feel completely over."
Daryl nods at me, "we should finish it."
"It is finished," Maggie scoffs, "didn't you see them hightail it out of here?"
"They could regroup." Michonne states, agreeing with Daryl and me.
"He knows we are still here." I point out.
"We can't take the chance. He's not gonna stop." Glenn looks at this girlfriend, pleading.
Carol looks between us, "they're right. We can't keep living like this."
"He doesn't seem to be the type to take getting his handed to him lightly. He isn't going to roll over and admit defeat." I rub my face, itching to rub after them. Carol pats my back, reading my body language.
"So, we take the fight back to Woodbury." Maggie shakes her head, "we barely made it back last time."
"I don't care." Daryl grunts out, peering at me.
I shrug, "I'm game. I want this over."
Daryl faces me, uncertainty behind his pretty blues, "ya sure?"
I nod, "yes, I need to do this."
He pulls me away from the group, "I don't want ya to get hurt, again." He runs his hand through his hair. "I can't lose ya."
"Dare, I need to do this, for me. For Merle. For us." I gesture to the rest of the group, "I need to know it's done. I have to see it to the end. I might've had a hand in starting this by shooting at your brother." I grab his hand, squeezing. "I swear, I'll be okay. If not, I'll come back and haunt your ass." I smile up at him.
"This ain't ya fault." Pain etches his face; I know he's remembering our fight and his harsh words he used against me.
Finding my resolve, "I'm doing this. With or without you fighting by my side like old times."
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Before leaving, I check the ammo in my gun. When satisfied, I place it in the small of my back. I had changed out of my shorts, into my ripped jeans. I put my hair back the best I could, then tied the bandanna around my head, holding back any free strands from falling into my face. My knife tucked away in my boots, and my sword is attached to my hip. Charlee brought my leather coat that was tucked away on the truck.
"Thank you," I glance at her, hugging her.
"Please, be careful." She whispers into my ears. "I'm so proud of you, you've come so far."
