Love the Walking Dead. Doesn't belong to me.
MERLE
Damn…oh damn everything…
The bullet…it's pretty much cut up every vital artery in my chest. Damn Governor…I hope those walkers eat the fuck outta him!
But…I ended up…killing off half his men. That has to mean something…right?
Aw shit, blood everywhere…fingers got bit off...arm's broke…shirt's drenched in blood…
Funny…when you're dying…you tend to get bitchy.
I shot 'em up. Almost all of them. I pulled a fast one on 'em when I got those walkers to follow me. I think better when I'm buzzed…after all. The walkers…pounced on the guys I shot up. Like The Last of the Mohicans wannabe…he got chewed. Damn punk got in my damn way when I went to kill the Gov, though…
God…why does my death have to be so fuckin' painful?! I…guess…that's what happens when you go out with a bang…the bang tends to…
Walker's comin' in. Oh it's one…of the Gov's boys. I got him right where I want him. Come on, biter. Shove my good arm right through your skull…the good arm with the blade, anyways...that's also broke…
He's down, and I'm now officially done for…the effort's just not…
I don't remember…how I fell…but I'm on the floor. Can't breathe…the other walkers aren't interested in me…there's a big fucking buffet outside…
"I…" I can still speak. Fuck this shit, I'll talk until I die. "I ain't…begging you…"
I'll find him. I'll find him…I'll eat his fucking brain if I gotta. Governor will pay…he'll pay…
I wonder…if Daryl's comin'…little brother…Darlina…Daryl…I failed, brother.
Wonder if he'll kill me when I come back…
Maybe if I can…just get my blade to go through my skull…I can…spare my own brother the pain of killing…me…
I'm sorry…Daryl…sorr…
Merle's death was the only death that actually brought me to tears. I loved his character.