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Chapter 2

Merle drove through the city careful to avoid large clusters of walkers. He knew he was taking a huge risk but if he didn't find some antibiotics and some painkillers soon he wouldn't make it anyways. Rick had thrown out his last bit of coke and all his other drugs were in the saddlebags on his motorcycle back at camp. He just needed a few days to recuperate. Merle was able to find a drug store in an area where there didn't seem to be too many walkers. Merle had to move carefully since he was lacking the weapons he normally carried. He struggled to get out of the truck and stumbled his way into the pharmacy.

Merle climbed over the counter towards the racks of drugs. He started to read the labels on the bottles but struggled to focus on the letters. He felt himself begin to sway.

"No...nope not now...Just a little longer is all you need..." Merle told himself as he began to feel the room spin. No matter how hard he fought it, his body got the better of him and he went crashing to the ground.

"GET UP!" Merle yelled at himself as he struggled but only managed to roll around on the floor. He heard something from the other side of the counter.

Sssshhhh...be quiet Merle...He thought to himself. A walker couldn't get him now...not after all this.

Merle watched as the figure slowly approached him. The brightness of the ceiling lights silhouetted the figure as it came towards him. Merle felt around for anything he could've used as a weapon but felt nothing.

The figure stood over him and reached out towards him but instead grabbing at him like a walker would, Merle could see the barrel of a gun as he struggled to focus his eyes.

He could hear their voice but the struggle to keep from losing consciousness made him unable to focus on what the person said.

"I said...Did something bite you? Is that what happened to your hand?" the voice asked.

"I ain't letting one of those damn things bite me...I'd kill every last one of them first!" Merle remarked.

"I can't say you're real convincing at the moment..." the voice told him. "What happened to you?" The person squatted down and came into view, still pointing the gun in his face.

Merle realized it was a young woman, her pink hair barely hit her shoulders and the roots were a dark brown. She had a large scar down the side of her face almost hidden by her hair. He couldn't help but smile at her in relief...

"I wouldn't be so quick to smile...I still haven't decided if I'm going to shoot you or not." she told him. "Now I'm asking again...what happened to your hand?"

Merle began to laugh as he covered his eyes with his left hand. "OH...I cut the damn thing off..." He said in between laughing but as he continued on he seemed to almost start to cry. "They left me there...just left me to die and be eaten alive by those nasty bitches...but I showed them...I showed them all..."

The woman watched as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he became silent. She waited a few minutes making sure he didn't move again when she leaned in and listened against his bare chest. She could hear his heartbeat and he was still breathing. Carefully she lifted his arm with the missing hand and took a closer look. The nub still had the burning flesh smell but the wound, although a little jagged look like a cut and not a felts a little queasy just looking at it.

"Man...you are one crazy bastard!" She proclaimed.

The woman stood up and began to pace trying to decide what to do. She didn't owe anything to this man and he was easily twice her size. How on earth would she get him out of there and back to her camp but she wasn't even sure she wanted to.

She loaded up her backpack with all the medicines she could find. Insulin, blood pressure pills, anti-biotics, pain killers and anything else that sounded familiar. She grabbed a few boxes of syringes. She wasn't trying to hoard drugs but at the same time she might not ever have a chance to find them again and they would be a good bargaining chip if she ever got into trouble. There was no telling anymore who you could and couldn't trust. Because of that she knew it would be foolish to help the man, she decided to just leave him there. She started towards the door and looked down the road both ways, it seemed clear. She started to exit but then stopped short.

"Fuck!..." she stated as she turned back and went back inside. She walked over to the man, squatted next to him and slapped him hard on the face.

Stunned, Merle opened his eyes..."What the hell?"

"Come on, gather whatever strength you have left and help me get you out of here...I can't do it by myself...you're gonna have to help." she told him as she grabbed hold of his left arm and started to pull him up to sitting. Merle grunted and struggled to keep his eyes open.

"IF YOU'RE ASS DOESN'T GET UP IN THE NEXT MINUTE I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL JUST LEAVE YOU HERE. THIS IS YOUR ONLY CHANCE!" She yelled at him.

"Alright...alright...I'm coming...damn you're a bitch..." Merle told her as he struggled back to his feet.

The woman struggled to get him towards the door and as they approached Merle nodded his head towards the truck. "That's mine...key's inside..."

She dragged him out, opened the truck door and shoved him in. Merle struggled to pull himself over to the passenger side and the woman climbed into the driver's side. Merle leaned up against the window as she started to drive off. He closed his eyes and passed back out...