The sound of the pouring rain was the first thing Carol noticed when her eyes sprung open. Only to be followed by the intense ache of her body and the way it had went stiff due to the crash she had just encountered. Everything around her seemed silent other than the raging storm outside her pod, everything dim. How the hell did this happen and exactly where was she? She had just been talking to Sam since the boy wouldn’t leave her home, she had quickly followed him to the door due to him rushing off and things in Alexandria looked at peace. There hadn’t been any sign of rain, it hadn’t rained in awhile as a matter of fact and Alexandria had not been under any kind of an attack. Had someone taken her? Had someone taken the rest of the people in her group? Either way she knew she had best prepare herself to kill and not ask too many questions. Questions were always best to come later if need be.
She squinted her eyes slightly against the dim light, her hands quickly moving up to notice the straps that were binding her down. Hold on a second, what the hell? She felt her body twist slightly, her mind only racing with a million other questions as she felt her adrenaline kick in. She was quick to get the straps unbuckled, her eyes darting around to see if she were in fact truly alone. She didn’t exactly know what this thing was that she seemed to be trapped in but she did know she needed to get out of there quick, see if the others were close by and make sure no one had gotten hurt or worse. She moved to reach her hand out, gently smoothing over the glass as the rain pounded down. It was her natural instinct to start fumbling around for any kind of lever, button, anything to release the pod and get her the hell out of there. Only so far she wasn’t having any kind of luck and escaping from this thing was starting to seem like more of a challenge. After a moment or two of fumbling around her foot brushed against the backpack resting at her feet.
That was enough to make her body grow a little more tense as she slowly allowed her eyes to glance downward. At this point Carol didn’t know what was more unsettling, the fact that she allowed something like this to happen or the fact that her kidnapper left her in the middle of nowhere with a little survivor kit. She was cautious to slowly bend down and take the backpack in her hands, it was the better idea to give it a look over rather than just leave it. Though she also knew that any kind of food, water or medicine left could be poison, just some kind of evil trick to wipe out not only herself but the others as well. She was fast to turn the backpack upside down and gently allow whatever was inside to fall before her, that’s when she reached out her hand and felt around a little bit, pushing things aside before her eyes locked on something. Could that seriously be some type of earpiece only a few inches away from her fingers? She was hesitate at first to pick it up but something inside of her made her reach out quickly and grab it. This could be potentially dangerous or helpful, either way she knew or at least hoped someone was going to be on the receiving end. In the matter of seconds she had the contact device against her ear, still finding it very unusual that a device like this would be given to anyone, especially in the world she was living.
“Sam?” she called lowly, waiting to hear any kind of sign from the young boy from the other end or maybe even her kidnapper. After a few seconds of silence she signed, chewing along her lower lip as she glanced around in frustration. “Rick?” Nothing.
“I don’t know who you are or how in the hell you got me here but I swear to God if you’ve hurt any of my people, I will kill you.” she growled lowly into the silence. She was just about to toss the earpiece to the floor before she heard something, a voice that made her go still. At first everything was coming out in waves of static and the pounding rain against the glass wasn’t making it any easy to hear.
Her body went tense as she heard walkers were close by but what really got her was when she heard that name, his name.
“D-Daryl?!” she was quick to almost yell in the earpiece as she glanced around as if he were only a few feet behind her. “Daryl?” she called again. “Can you hear me, it’s me?!”
Carol Peletier | The Walking Dead
She squinted her eyes slightly against the dim light, her hands quickly moving up to notice the straps that were binding her down. Hold on a second, what the hell? She felt her body twist slightly, her mind only racing with a million other questions as she felt her adrenaline kick in. She was quick to get the straps unbuckled, her eyes darting around to see if she were in fact truly alone. She didn’t exactly know what this thing was that she seemed to be trapped in but she did know she needed to get out of there quick, see if the others were close by and make sure no one had gotten hurt or worse. She moved to reach her hand out, gently smoothing over the glass as the rain pounded down. It was her natural instinct to start fumbling around for any kind of lever, button, anything to release the pod and get her the hell out of there. Only so far she wasn’t having any kind of luck and escaping from this thing was starting to seem like more of a challenge. After a moment or two of fumbling around her foot brushed against the backpack resting at her feet.
That was enough to make her body grow a little more tense as she slowly allowed her eyes to glance downward. At this point Carol didn’t know what was more unsettling, the fact that she allowed something like this to happen or the fact that her kidnapper left her in the middle of nowhere with a little survivor kit. She was cautious to slowly bend down and take the backpack in her hands, it was the better idea to give it a look over rather than just leave it. Though she also knew that any kind of food, water or medicine left could be poison, just some kind of evil trick to wipe out not only herself but the others as well. She was fast to turn the backpack upside down and gently allow whatever was inside to fall before her, that’s when she reached out her hand and felt around a little bit, pushing things aside before her eyes locked on something. Could that seriously be some type of earpiece only a few inches away from her fingers? She was hesitate at first to pick it up but something inside of her made her reach out quickly and grab it. This could be potentially dangerous or helpful, either way she knew or at least hoped someone was going to be on the receiving end. In the matter of seconds she had the contact device against her ear, still finding it very unusual that a device like this would be given to anyone, especially in the world she was living.
“Sam?” she called lowly, waiting to hear any kind of sign from the young boy from the other end or maybe even her kidnapper. After a few seconds of silence she signed, chewing along her lower lip as she glanced around in frustration. “Rick?”
Nothing.
“I don’t know who you are or how in the hell you got me here but I swear to God if you’ve hurt any of my people, I will kill you.” she growled lowly into the silence. She was just about to toss the earpiece to the floor before she heard something, a voice that made her go still. At first everything was coming out in waves of static and the pounding rain against the glass wasn’t making it any easy to hear.
Her body went tense as she heard walkers were close by but what really got her was when she heard that name, his name.
“D-Daryl?!” she was quick to almost yell in the earpiece as she glanced around as if he were only a few feet behind her. “Daryl?” she called again. “Can you hear me, it’s me?!”
This was a releif at least or was it?