Dixon. (daryldxn) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2012-09-21 14:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | daryl dixon, stefan salvatore |
Who: Daryl Dixon & Stefan Salvatore
What: The hunt for Merle Dixon
Where: The Projects
When: Friday evening
Warnings: Possible vampire attack; lots of cursing.
To anyone else, Daryl wanted to appear emotionless; hardened by the rough lifestyle he'd led up to the walker invasion. A part of him had wanted to get the disease so he could just escape, but he was a Dixon, and they never gave up, no matter what happened to them. Daryl had led an inexplicably complicated life with his father and brother; he'd never asked where his mother went but he could only assume his father had either murdered her, or she managed to get out before she was killed by his abusive ass. There were times Daryl was sure his father would kill him by the sheer amounts of beatings he received under the excuse 'gotta toughen my boy up', but Merle was always there to take the brunt of it.
Well. When he wasn't in prison. He supposed his brother was as dangerous and volatile as their former group leader Rick had told him, but that was his brother, his family, and Daryl would do anything in his power to find him. Faith had told him if he was in the projects he was most likely dead, but Daryl couldn't take the chance of knowing either his brothers fate, or possibly missing him if he was hiding someplace. His brother was tough; a resilient bastard of a man; he could survive anything.
Daryl armed himself with whatever he had; a bowie knife and another, smaller knife strapped to his thigh; his crossbow of course; a pistol, rifle, an axe he'd borrowed from that weird Harkness guy, and of course, a wooden stake he'd made. Faith told him how to kill a vampire if he got into some kind of situation, and while his odds of making it out weren't likely in case of a vampire attack, he was still going in armed to kill if he had any chance.
Once he was ready, armed and packed in case they got stuck out there for days, he was on his way to Stefan's cell. He still wasn't sure what to believe; that Stefan was a helpful vampire or if he secretly had another motive for taking him out to the projects. Maybe Daryl would die out there, and as convinced as he was he didn't fear the reaper, he did, and his heart was hammering as he stopped in front of Stefan's cell, bright eyes landing on the other man on his bunk.
“Let's go.”