Chapter Two
Daryl was pissed. He couldn't even speak. He was just sitting there in silence, looking down at his crossbow. Nobody wanted to talk to him or each other. They could see it in the look of his eyes and Daryl was remembering how the whole thing went down. He had just come back from hunting and caught and killed about ten squirrels for eating and was hunting down a deer that he saw when he heard screaming. It sounded like Carl so he rushed over there and found the deer with a section of the neck eaten off of it by a Walker, which was lying dead on the ground, and more of his group members with baseball bats and crowbars. There was also another man who he had never seen there too. Since he saw Glenn and Morales he knew the group who went to the city returned and that means his sister had to be back at the camp. Or so he thought…
"Son of a bitch. that's my deer! Look at it. All gnawed on by this filthy, disease bearin', motherless poxy bastard!" Daryl said while kicking the decapitated Walker viciously.
"Calm down son, that's not helping." Dale said.
"Whatta you know about it old man? You take that stupid hat and go back to 'On Golden Pond'" Daryl said in a very rude way.
"I've been trackin' this deer for miles," Daryl said while taking his arrows out of the deer's body. "I'd drag it back to camp, cook us up some venison. Whatta think, you think we could cut around this chewed up part right here?" Daryl asked.
"I would not risk that." Shane said very plainly.
"That's a damn shame. Well I got some squirrel, bout' a dozen is all. It'll have to do." Said Daryl.
Everyone then heard the sound of teeth clacking so they looked down and found the Walker still alive.
"Oh god…" Amy said in disgust then turned around and went back to the camp with Andrea.
"Come on people, what the hell?" Daryl said, shooting the head with his crossbow. "It's gotta be the brain, don't y'all know nothin'?" He then walked away to the camp, Leaving everybody to figure out what to say to him about his sister.
"Mary! Mary! Get your ass out here! Got us some squirrel! Stew em' up!" Daryl said when he got to the camp, with rest close behind.
"Daryl, you slow up a bit I need to talk to you." Shane said, catching up with Daryl.
"Bout' what?" Asked Daryl
"Bout' Mary. There was a, uh, a problem in Atlanta." Shane told Daryl as everybody watched in shame.
"Is she dead?" Daryl asked in sadness.
"Not sure…" Shane answered.
"Either she is or she ain't!" Daryl yelled back.
"No easy way to say this so I'll just say it." Rick stepped up and said.
"Who are you?" Daryl asked, looking pissed.
"Rick Grimes."
"Rick Grimes? Got something you wanna tell me?" Daryl said in anger.
"Your sister was hiding out somewhere where we couldn't see her, thought she was with Glenn cause' we thought she left the roof and went down to the store. Locked the door behind us. She's still there." Rick explained.
"Oh," Daryl wiped his eyes with his arm. "Lemme' process this, you say you left my sister on a roof, and you didn't go back for her?!" Daryl screamed.
"Yea." Rick said.
Daryl then launched his stuff at Rick and didn't even take two steps to attack him when Shane tackled him to the ground. Daryl then took out his knife from the leather holder on his belt and swung at Rick.
"Watch the knife!" Shane said about the same time Daryl swung.
Rick took one of his arms and Shane took the other before he locked him in a chokehold, causing him to drop his knife which Rick picked up.
"Best let me go!" Daryl said, struggling and grunting.
"Nah, I think it's better if I don't." Shane said, a little humorously.
"Chokeholds illegal!" Daryl said, playing along a little.
"Ya, you could file a complaint," Shane said, still keeping it up. "C'mon now, I could keep this up all day." Shane continued while Daryl was panting and turning red.
"I'd like to have a calm discussion on this topic, you think we can manage that? Can we manage that?" Asked Rick, trying to get his cooperation.
Daryl kept panting then Shane finally let him go and he landed on the ground, gasping for air.
"Now what happened was not the plan. Your sister went somewhere on the roof and I didn't know and left her." Rick said.
"It's not Ricks fault," T-dog interrupted. "I did hear the door to the stairwell close a few minutes after she went in and I glanced behind my shoulder and thought I might of seen her."
"You didn't say that till now?" Daryl said.
"I was afraid to. But I know it was wrong, I know that now…" T-dog answered.
Daryl put his head down then stood up.
"If You're supposed to make me feel better, you don't." Daryl said, walking over to him.
"Well maybe this will, I chained the door to the roof with a padlock, So the geeks can't get to her." T-dog said.
"It's gotta count for something." Rick added.
Daryl stood there and wiped away the tear that started rolling down his face.
"TO HELL WITH ALL Y'ALL!" He screamed. "Just tell me where she is, so I can go get her."
"He'll show you, isn't that right?" Lori said, staring at Rick.
"I'm going back." Rick said after a few seconds.
Then everybody disputed without saying a word. But Glenn just stood there, thinking about Mary, wondering if she was OK. He hoped she was but ever since the incident happened, nobody was safe.
Rick suited up in his freshly washed police uniform and walked over to Shane. Daryl saw them talking from afar and wondered when the hell they were going to finish so he go get his sister back. He then saw them walk over near him and he heard what Shane was saying.
"Well look I, I don't, ok Rick, so could you just, could you throw me a bone here man, could you just tell me why, why would you risk your life for a loser like Mary Dixon?"
Glenn looked over at Shane with anger. He couldn't believe he just said that. What a douchebag.
"Hey, choose your words more carefully." Daryl said, wanting to kick his ass for talking about his sister like that.
"Oh no I did. Loser is what I meant." Shane replied.
Both Glenn and Daryl now had somewhat of a grudge towards Shane but just kept listening to what he had to say.
"Mary Dixon. There's no point, She's useless." Shane said.
"We left her like an animal caught in a trap, that's no way for anything to die, let alone a human being." Rick said back.
"So you and Daryl, that's your big plan?" Lori asked Rick.
Rick turned to Glenn as an answer to Lori.
"What do I have to do?" Glenn asked.
"You know the way, you've been there before, in and out, no problem, you said so yourself." Rick said.
Glenn removed his hat and ran his fingers through his black, swept back hair and put the hat back on again.
"It's not fair of me to ask, I know that, But I'd feel a lot better with you along, I know she would too." Rick said, gesturing to Lori.
"That's just great, now you're going to risk three men now, huh?" Shane said.
"Four." T-dog announced.
"My day just gets better and better don't it?" Daryl said with sarcasm.
"You see anybody else stepping up to save your sister?" T-dog said to Daryl.
"Why you?" Daryl asked
"You wouldn't even begin to understand, You don't speak my language." T-dog answered.
"That's four." Dale said.
"it's not just four, you're putting every single one of us at risk, just know that Rick. C'mon you saw that Walker, it was here, it was IN CAMP! They move out of the cities, they come back, we need every able body we got, we need them here, we need them to protect camp." Shane explained.
"Seems like what you really need most here, are more guns." Rick said.
"Right, guns!" Glenn added
"What guns?" Shane asked.
"Six shotguns, two high powered rifles, over a dozen hand guns. I cleaned out the cage back at the station before I left. I dropped the bag in Atlanta when I got swarmed, it's just sitting there on the street, waiting to be picked up." Rick said.
"Ammo?" Shane asked
"Seven hundred rounds, assorted." Rick replied.
"You went through hell to find us, you just got here, you're gonna turn around and leave?" Lori said with slight anger.
"I don't want you to go." Carl said.
"To hell with the guns, Shane is right, Mary Dixon? She's not worth one of your lives even with guns thrown in!" Lori said.
"Yes she is…" Glenn whispered, not knowing Daryl heard him.
"Tell me, make me understand!" Lori yelled at Rick.
"I made a debt to a man I met, and his little boy, Lori, if they hadn't taken me in, I would've died. It's because of them I made it back to you at all. They said they'd follow me into Atlanta, they'll walk into the same trap that I did if I don't warn them." Rick said to Lori.
"What's stopping you?" Lori asked.
"A walkie-talkie in the bag I dropped. He's got the other one, our plan was to connect when they got closer." Rick said.
"Is it our walkies?" Asked Shane.
"Yea." Said Rick.
Daryl walked away after that. He didn't want to stand there and listen to their stupid conversation… He just wanted to get his sister back. He walked over to the R.V. and sat inside, thinking about Mary and how saving her was going to go down, what would happen? He was daydreaming about it when he heard Rick and T-dog talking to Dale so he got out and went to the back of the truck they were going to take and listened.
"My tools got left behind, with Mary." Dale said.
"We'll bring your tools back, don't worry." Said Rick.
Daryl then went over to the drivers' seat, which Glenn was in, of the truck and beeped the horn with his foot.
"C'MON LET'S GO!" He yelled then turned around and went near Glenn again and saw Rick talking with Shane.
"Damn these sons of bitches need hurry the hell up." Daryl muttered.
"Yea, I wanna save her too." Glenn said.
Daryl looked down at him and nodded. When he saw Rick coming to the passenger seat he left and went to the back of the truck again to close it. As soon as he did they were on their way to Atlanta to save Mary.
The truck was moving back and forth which made Daryl get out of his memory.
"She better be ok, that's my only word on the matter." Daryl said.
"I told you, the geeks can't get at her, the only thing that's going to get through that door, is us." T-dog assured Daryl.
Glenn then stopped the truck and said,
"We walk from here."
Everybody got out and made their way down the railroad tracks to the city and to the store.
I looked in my brown satchel for anything that could help me open that door. I couldn't use my gun because it's with Glenn. I looked through all the pockets and found nothing useful. I was close to tears again but snapped myself out of it.
"C'mon Mary, Daryl taught you better than this, there's always something you can do!" I thought.
I walked around, searching the whole roof when I found Dale's tools. I was so happy! I could finally get out of this godforsaken place! I took the red box over to the door and got out some sort of metal thing. It didn't matter what it was, as long as I could use it. I took it and bashed it as hard as I could against the door handle and it was already almost off. I hit it again and with a loud bang it fell to ground. But there was no time to celebrate. A chain from the inside still kept the door unusable. I rummaged through the box a bit more and found a hacksaw. I then started sawing away at the chain and after about four minutes it broke away. I was just about the put the tool back in Dale's box when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and familiar yelling and groaning noises. It sounded like there were a lot of them. A lot of Walkers. I ran to the edge of the railing and looked down I saw them, already almost right in front of me. I reacted quickly by getting the metal thing I used to break the door handle and prepared myself. They all came pouring out of the door and stumbled towards me. I was smashing in the heads of each one that came closest to me and, not knowingly, I was backing up more and more from fear of getting bit. I found myself standing on the edge of the roof. Helpless, I just kept hitting them until there were still about nine left. I thought I was going to be safe when one charged at me with force like no other. It made me lose my balance and I fell forward, screaming. My whole body slipping down the building until I grabbed the edge with my hands. So there I was, hanging there, with nine Walkers running towards me.
They slowly crept through the store, wondering where the Walkers who broke in were.
"This place seems awfully quiet for havin' Walkers." Daryl said.
"This place is huge, they could be anywhere." Rick informed him.
Suddenly, the heard a loud, piercing scream come from the roof.
"It's Mary!" Glenn said while running to the stairs, loading his gun.
"Wait! It could be dangerous." Rick tried to warn him but he was already halfway up.
"Better join that party." Daryl said, starting to follow Glenn.
The Walker that pushed me knelt down to bite my hand. I couldn't do anything except watch my life end, right there. I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain to come. But it didn't. Instead, I heard something. It was a gunshot. I opened my eyes and looked up to see the Walker dead, shot in head with a pool of dark blood around it. I heard a couple other shots, then just bashing sounds which probably was the person killing off the rest. After a few moments I saw Glenn move the Walker in front of me and hold his hand out.
"Grab my hand, we need to get you out of here!" He said.
So I raised one hand up and felt him grasp it then, with all his might, he pulled me and I landed right on top of him.
"Let's get you up." Glenn said, looking into my eyes as he turned over and stood up, with my hands in his.
"Thank you so much…" I said, holding his hands tighter.
"W-Woah…" He said under his breath. "I mean, no prob."
I chuckled at him and he smiled, embarrassingly.
"What the hell are you doin' with my sister?"
I turned and saw Daryl standing in the doorway. I let go of Glenn's hands and ran to him.
"DARYL!" I shouted in happiness.
I hugged him tightly and he hugged back.
"Oh, I knew you'd be able to take care yourself!" Daryl said as we stood hugging and everybody else smiling at the happy moment we haven't had in a long time.