Here is another chapter, hope you like it!
follow and review if you want, it means the world to me to read your opinion on the story. Poor Daryl, a hunter and an injured hand don't mix well. we shall se who's the brave one that offers some help! CDC will be coming soon too!;)
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Shey drove for what like seemed about an hour to her. Merle kept talking about how much fun they could have together and how big of a revenge he was gonna take to camp.
She hoped he was just kidding, for what she heard, there were children there, but she kept quiet, just listening to Merle talk about shit she didn't want to hear about, "compliments" every now and then, she didn´t say a word and Merle was starting to get pissed.
-the fuck is wrong with ya woman?, ain´t ya gonna say nothing all way?
-I don´t even know you man... and I´m not going to help you kill children and people who, for what I can see, had a bit of a reason to leave you up there- Merle looked at her angryly.
-I´m not saying it was ok to let you there handcuffed to a fucking pipe, but you seem to be pretty unberable. just saying...
-wow, so sweetcheeks likes to speak her lil´mind, huh... what a piece of work we have here...-To her surprise, he smiled- you know... I´m happy ya came with. You remind me of ma brother, Darylina. He real quiet too, and when he opens that fuckin' mouth of his, everything that comes out is bullshit!- She gave him a hateful look, so he had a brother, she was quite sure "Darylina" wasn´t his exact name. That made... two redneck assholes, great.
She looked forward, she could hear children playing, women talking and she could see and old man on top of an RV watching them.
-Hey! it´s Merle! and... Shane! Shane come here!- everything went silent, and everyone pointed all kinds of weapons to the old truck. Merle laughed like a crazy man.
-HEY ALL Y'ALL! THE FUCK ARE YA DOING, IS THIS THE WAY YOU SONABITCHES GONNA WELCOME THIS LIL' LADY WHO SAVED ME FROM Y'ALLS PRETTY PRANK? THE HELL...?
-Who is she Merle, shut the fuck up!- Merle looked at Shey.
-That one's Shane, fucking cop dog too, dontcha listen to nothing he says honey...
-None of them seem to be happy to see you...
-bullshit! where is my lil´brother you fucking bitches!- Merle got out of the truck, as soon as he did, a brunette woman shouted like there was no tomorrow.
-what happened to his hand! there's kids here you bastard!- two little girls started crying and shouting.
-woah, yeah, thats it you bitch! imma worry about your fucking children when i´m fucking running out of blood! I said, where is my fucking lil' brother! Darylina! aren't'cha gonna say hello to yer old brother you lil' disgusting piece of shit!- he went straight up to Shane, punching him in the face and starting a fight when suddenly a rough voice with the same southern drawl shouted.
-The hell's happenin' here, dontcha know nothing you idiots? sound's gonna bring all them walkers to us! fuck!- a man, tall, brown medium lenght hair, broad shoulthers, rally broad, actually, she thought to herself, she couldn't see much because of the distance otherwise.
-Merle! wa' happened to ya? the hell ya'll do to my brother!- He run to Merle, who was unconcious on the floor alredy.
-Daryl, calm down, come on...
-shuddup old man! the hell happened! he bit?- his voice broke a little there.
-He ain't bit...- a man, dressed as a sheriff said, trying to calm the younger man down.
-the fuck are ya!
-Daryl!- the old man.
Shane went to Daryl then, grabbing him holding him in a way that seemed painful, Shey got out of the car then, everyone looked at the pettite woman who was driving Merle.
-Who are...- Daryl took the chance to try and get out of Shanes hold. A loud crack coming from his hand.
-FUCKIN' CHRIST!- he held his injured hand and then pointed to Shane- IMMA KILL'YA... FUCKING, YA BROKE MY...- Shane didn't even listen no the redneck.
-who are you?- The cop asked her, looking at Shey in quite a friendly way.
-I found Merle on the road to Atlanta sir, he was trying to drive but... well, he couldn't. Then he told me what happened and about the camp... and...
-ok then... someone needs to help Merle with his hand, he is gonna die if we don't do something now...- a Latina woman spoke up then, most of them looked quite friendly.
-I'll do it, I have some rubbing alcohol left in the car Rick, I'll wrap him up too...- The cop "Rick" she learned, nodded gratefully.
Daryl stormed out of sight mumbling something about his brother and his hand, smashing a walkers head with his boot on his way to his tent. Shey saw the purple and red colour on one of his fingers, she wasn't gonna offer help, not then, she didn't wanna get killed.
-I'm sorry for the ways things are going, you seem to be a good person, Rick Grimes. - he extended his hand to her.
-Shey Hunter...- She nodded shaking it.
-well... get comfortable, ask my wife Lori for some help and food... We'll talk about everything at dinner... get to know the people here- she nodded again.