Thread: Don't Open: Dead Inside (1x1 between randomname98766789 and Iikaitlynii)

For the couple moments when Scarlett started speaking, Daryl listened to her closely. She brought up a couple decent points. The main reason why he refused to escape on his own and leave her with these men was obvious and she pointed it out just now. They would do whatever they wanted with her. In the apocalypse when a pretty girl is taken by a group of men that have shown they have ill intentions, not much imagination was needed to figure out what was going to happen. With Daryl, at least she was going to be safe from that if he claimed her. Reaching for the gun on the dresser, Daryl quickly checked on the integrity of the weapon from whether or not it was loaded, if the gun was jammed, and how much ammo was left. Tucking this away inside of his bag, he nodded to the woman and returned towards the chair. Plopping down again, he crossed his legs and glanced towards Scarlett one final time. Are you hungry? Thirsty? I have some food and water to spare if you want anything. Daryl was not loaded by any means but he had eaten and had plenty of water and liquor to drink not long ago. He was going to be more than fine with spare some of his items with the woman. Besides, she might have been alone for a while and without any food or water of her own. After making his offering, Daryl took solace in the fact of knowing that at least he offered and did his part to help out. Daryl always thought if this happened, his conscience might be clear if anything went wrong. Regardless of her answer, Daryl slid his small bag of food and water across the ground beside of the bed if she changed her mind. Finally, he was getting tired enough to rest and made the decision to try and sleep. If you need anything during the night, wake me up. Dont even hesitate to do anything. Daryl reminded her before leaning his head back against the chair and prepare himself for sleep. ---- Beth was probably right about them both needing to be full of energy and needing all the strength they could get. Without arguing with the blonde, he returned to his own food and kept silent while his eyes scouted the area. After a couple minutes, another police officer walked up to their table and sat down in front of the couple. The name tag said Gorman and he was probably in his earlier 40s. A smirk was on his face and already, Oliver did not like the man. He spoke of bad news. Hey there. My name is Officer Gorman. I found you two on the side of the road and saved you. I brought you here. The smirk grew into an egotistical smile. He acted as if he saved their lives and as if they owed him for what he did. I guess you could say that you two owe me now. When someone does something nice for you, then you should be nice to them. I think it is just common courtesy. Already, Oliver was getting defensive and he went quiet while stopping his teeth from chewing anymore food. When Gorman looked to Beth, he nearly lost it. Especially you, blondie. I suggest you become more friendly with me soon. A dry scoff left his throat and then he winked at Oliver. It was clear that Gorman was trying to intimidate them. It didnt work on Oliver. When Gorman left, he huffed out some air before looking to Beth. You know I wont let him hurt you. Hell have to kill me first, Beth. Dont let it get to you. He assured his girlfriend before shaking his head. We really have to find a way out of here. It was true, what Oliver said to Beth. He refused to let anything happen to her and he would fight to the death just to protect the woman that he loved.