Nine Lives

Dawn Cooper has always been the one to protect her family. But when Daryl Dixon steps into her life, will she let him protect her? Read this Walking Dead/ Daryl Dixon Fanfiction to follow the zombie apocalypse as seen by Dawn Cooper.

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3. Chapter 2: The Three Questions

Chapter 2: The Three Questions

The walk to the 'secret location' was filled with awkward silences, snapping of twigs, a few lone biters, and even more bromantic glances between the two strangers. Finally the sea of trees ceased, and in its place stood four enormous gray silos. Next to these monumental structures was a wooden building. Actually it was more of a shack; almost everything was rusting, weeds stood tall against the splintered sides, and parts of the roof littered the ground. Alice and I were told to stay with the muscular redneck as the bearded man made sure the shack was free of biters.

Now I'm not going to say I'm really a "people person" but I don't think I had heard him say two words this entire time. Not one. The other man was the one who did all the talking. But before I could arouse this idea to Alice my thoughts were interrupted by the creak of a door. The bearded stranger was gesturing for us to follow him inside the apparently walker free building.

Sliding the heavy wooden door aside I stepped inside, the floor creaking with every step I took. Sunlight shown through the holes in the ceiling, giving the shack a mysteriously majestic feeling. A huge wooden table stood proudly in the center of the room, as if just recently put there. Four wooden chair accompanied the table and sitting down in the one nearest to us, the bearded man waited for Alice and I to follow.

I glanced at the redneck who leaned against a once green-but-now-rusty sign that read "SEED."

"Isn't he going to sit down?" I asked boldly. A small snort escaped from the redneck's nose.

"He's fine where he is, now please sit down." Replied his partner.

Following his orders Alice and I plop down across the table from him.

"Good. Now I think it would be appropriate to introduce ourselves before we go any further." Pausing slightly as if to see whether we understood or not, he continued,

"I'm Rick Grimes, that's Daryl Dixon." he pointed towards the crossbow yielding redneck.

Finally the mysterious man had a title. Daryl Dixon. I never meant to take any interest in him, but there was something about the way he held himself, and stayed silent throughout the whole journey, that made me want to know more about him.

"I'm Alice, and this is..."

"Dawn. Dawn Cooper." I say interrupting my sister. She has always been outgoing but I was growing tired of letting her do all the talking.

"Great, now that we are all acquainted, I'm going to make a deal with the both of you. I'm going to ask you both three questions. You answer truthfully I'll consider your chances of coming back with us. Deal?" We nodded.

He didn't waste anytime,

"Dawn. How many walkers have you killed?" Even though I had been preparing myself mentally since I stepped into this dreary shack, his question caught me off guard.

"Umm, well..." This was difficult, I mean who keeps track of things like that? So I decided to take his advice and answer truthfully.

"I honestly don't know. I've killed so many to protect Alice that I've lost count."

His expression was rock hard, no emotion flashed across his face whatsoever. This did, I have to admit, make me nervous. Had I said the wrong thing? My sisters life depended on my answer being sufficient.

"Why about you?" He asked Alice.

"Dawn usually kills them, but I've had to get a few myself once or twice." The same blank stare emitted from his face once she had finished. I glanced over at Alice whose face had turn a bright shade of crimson under the pressure.

"How many people have you killed?" Rick asked her.

"None, although I'm real good with a knife so I'd be able to if needed." she said proudly.

I cursed under my breath, Alice could be cocky at times, which would not help her in this situation.

Slowly Rick turned in my direction,

"And you?"

My heart sank. I would have to tell him, those eyes would somehow get it out of me if I didn't.

"One. Just one." He didn't ask the third question right away. He scanned me, trying to find one little detail that would suggest I was lying. It was a good minute before he said, his voice low,

"Why?"

My first answer would have been something like, "he deserved it" or "why should I explain myself?" But I knew none of those would never suffice. So instead I said,

" It was him or me. Me or him. In this world we all have tough choices to make. He threatened my family, and anyone who does that is going to lose." I meant it. It was the whole truth.

For a moment he said nothing, just sat there leaning on his chair, arms crossed. I took this time, while he made a decision, to sneak a peek at Daryl again. He too was a master at hiding his emotions . Crossbow resting on his left knee, eyes squinting from the light shown through the roof. My attention was turned abruptly towards Rick, who scooted out of his chair, and walked over to Daryl. The pair turned their backs to us and began to whisper softly.

"What if they don't let us come back with them? Where will we go?"

Alice questioned.

"We'll find somewhere. We've made it this far." Alice's eyes grew wet with newly produced tears. " I can't do this anymore Dawn, just once I want to feel safe...secure." I opened my mouth to reply but before I could utter a word Rick came back to apparently with an answer.

Accepted or Rejected? That was the question. If the answer was accepted, we would be on our way to some sort of refugee camp. But if the answer was rejected... I didn't even want to think about what would happen after that.

"Put these on." He says handing us each a pair of

dark blue bandanas.

"Why do we need these?" Alice questioned.

My heart beat picked up as Rick paused a second then spoke,

"If you're coming with us, you're just going to need them."

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