Thread: Georgian Wildlife -- TWD [Traveler & Virginia]

The door to the police station slammed open, and an officer and a sheriff half-dragged, half-shoved an angry man through the door. His face was bloodied and his lip split, and it seemed like he had been involved in a losing fight with the asphalt. You ain't gonna believe me anyway, he grunted, what you asking questions for? The younger of the Dixon boys spat blood on the floor as he was half-shoved, half-carried into the sheriff's office. Now Meryl , the police officer drawled, you know we got you on a truant registration, and that pot you got in the saddle bag? Well, that's just icing on the cake. You got warrants for your arrest all up and down the state. His lean face split into a mocking smile as his captive glared at him. I ain't Meryl! Fuck this, the man in the middle struggled against the cuffs binding his arms behind him. I'm Daryl and you fucking well know it Hendricks! Hey, hey! The sheriff redirected their captive's energy right into a post, smashing him hard against. Damn, Boy - calm down before you hurt yourself some more. His big, half-Native brawn made it evident that he could control anyone in his grip. He nearly picked Daryl up by wrenching his bound hands upwards, drawing a cry of pain from the redneck. Now if you ain't Meryl Dixon, what were you doing riding his bike? You steal it? Fuck you. You're not my type. Officer Hendricks laughed. Good one, Wolfclaw. Not your type, ha ha! He nodded at another policeman who was seated at the reception desk. The other man called out Cell four's open, as if they did this everyday, and the two marched Daryl towards the rear of the building where the holding cells were. You want us to call his people? Yeah, Wolfclaw called back over his shoulder, tell them we have Meryl here under drug and evading the law charges, and we intend to send him to County unless some other guy with ID comes by and takes his place. Daryl groaned inwardly. There was no way his brother was going to come get him, or his father, or anyone else. They were probably pissed that he laid down the bike trying to get away from the cops and once he got home, if he got home, there's be an ass-kicking waiting for him. Maybe County wasn't so bad, compared to the alternative. As they strode towards the holding cells, Officer Hendricks caught sight of a well-dressed, good looking woman sitting in what had been the storage room. He whistled softly through his teeth and glanced at Deputy Wolfclaw Take a look at that sweet piece of chocolate. You think she's lost? I'll teach her some tracking skills, Wolfclaw boasted. He drew Daryl aside as Hendricks unlocked the cell door and drew the heavy metal open, then he shoved the handcuffed man in hard enough to make him stumble and fall onto his shoulder. Get up, he sneered. Give us your hands. Daryl maneuvered to get his feet under himself, then stood up. It was more difficult bound like he was. He glared back at the two, then backed up to the bars so his hands could be uncuffed. It was obvious this was nothing new. Once Hendricks unlocked one side, Daryl grabbed the officer's hand with the still-cuffed one, swung around, and in one swift motion punched the taller man's chin in a hard upper-cut. It took less than two seconds, and the officer was sprawled on the floor, unconscious. Daryl didn't have the key in his hand because it had gotten jerked to the floor because it had been attached to the officer's Sam Brown belt. Motherfucker! Wolfclaw reached for his sidearm. I oughta-