Beatrix
Daryl stomps around a minute longer and I go to examine Merel's unattached hand. There's not much blood, so I'm assuming that he used a tourniquet of some sort.
"I will not hesitate. I don't care if every walker in the city hears it," I hear Rick say. Once I turn around to see what's going on, Daryl is lowering his crossbow from T-Dog's face and Rick is lowering his gun from the side of Daryl's head.
"You gotta do-rag or somethin'?" Daryl asks T-Dog, who hesitantly hands him one. He then moves over to crouch down beside of me and picks up the hand, examining it, "Ain't that a bitch. The blade musta' been too dull for the cuffs."
"He had to have used a tourniquet to keep the bleeding down," I tell Daryl as he wraps the hand up in the rag from T-Dog and places it in Glenn's bag.
"No shit," he scoffs. I understand that he's in a bad situation right now, but he doesn't have to be unnecessarily rude.
We all silently follow Daryl to the other side of the roof and down another set of stairs while he screams Merle's name, hoping he'll just hop out of somewhere. I keep my knife held tightly in my left hand as we enter an office of some sort. Daryl takes out another lone walker before we make our way to another section.
"Had enough in him to take out these two sum' bitches one handed," Daryl mutters, jesturing to the two dead walkers lying on the floor. "Toughest asshole I've ever met, my brother. Feed him a hammer, he'd crap out nails."
"Any man could pass out from blood loss, no matter how tough he is," Rick countered. We continue following his trail to another room that looks like a kitchen.
"Aye, Merle!" Daryl shouts and Rick shushes him.
"We're not alone here, remember?"
"Yeah, but we gotta find Merle. He could be bleedin' out. Ya said so yourself," Daryl starts arguing with Rick when I notice something in the corner of the room.
"Oh god," I mutter, walking over to a lit stove. There's a metal iron with pieces of burnt skin sticking to it laid on the counter beside of it.
"What's that burnt stuff?" Glenn questions.
"Skin," I sigh. "He cauterized his stump."
"I told ya he was tough," Daryl looks at Rick. "Ain't nothin can kill Merle but Merle."
"I wouldn't take that on faith," I mutter, holding back a laugh at how terrible his word choice is.
"Didn't stop him from bustin' outta this death trap," Daryl ignores me, walking over to a shattered window. "He's alone as far as he knows. Went out there, survivin'."
"You call that survivin'? He could be out there passed out on the street for all we know," T-Dog scoffs.
"Better than bein' handcuffed to a roof and left to rot by you sorry pricks," Daryl starts getting angry again and I sigh in frustration. He turns to me, "What's wrong with you, huh? You're the doctor here. Tell me what kinda' chances he has out there with that wound of his."
"Well, he cauterized it do it shouldn't be bleeding so bad," I start, but then realize Daryl is giving me a 'come on, idiot, we already know that' type of look. "If he didn't lose too much blood before getting here, which it looks like he didn't, he shouldn't be passing out anytime soon. The heat probably killed any type of bacteria that got in, unless it was already in his bloodstream, then we'd have a problem. But that's not likely. If we could find him, I could give him antibiotics and try to monitor it to make sure he's fine."
"You heard the girl, let's go," Daryl holds his crossbow and starts walking towards the exit, expecting him to follow us.
"Wait, Daryl," Rick puts a hand up. "We can't go out on the streets. It's too dangerous."
"Like hell it is," Daryl swings his crossbow around, aiming it at nothing particular. "We're goin' to look for Merle and we best find him."
"Listen, I'll help you, but not without those guns," T-Dog crosses his arms. "I'm not about to go walkin' around those streets with just my good intentions."
"Same," I quietly say. "I don't feel safe with just my knife in a place like thus."
"You even know how to use a gun?" Daryl glares at me. "Ya barely
"Well, no, but I'd just feel safer if-" Daryl cut me off mid sentence.
"Then it don't matter if you got one or not! It ain't gonna help ya if ya ain't got a damn clue how to use it," Daryl yells, knocking some random cans off of a shelf.
"No, they're right," Rick tries to calm Daryl down. "We'll get the car, find another one on the streets, and ride around to look for him. You think you can handle that?"
"Yeah, whatever," Daryl mumbles. "Let's just get to it."
"Follow me," Glenn says, walking to an office room. "Like you all said, I know the geography. I can get to the car with the stuff without a problem."
"How?" Rick asks and Glenn ignores him for now. Glenn drops to the floor with a sharpie, drawing out a map of where we were. He grabbs some paper clips and post-its and begins using them to tell us his plan.
"Beatrix, Daryl and I will be in this alley way, and T-Dog and Rick will be in this one, two blocks down," Glenn explains.
"Why two blocks down?" T-Dog asks, taking a seat. "And why do you want Daryl and Beatrix with you?"
"If either of us can't make it back, we'll have a back up plan and can come down that way to you," Glenn uses his paper clips to show us. "I want them be with me because Daryl's crossbow is quieter than Rick's gun and Beatrix doesn't have a weapon. If she gets in trouble, I'd rather Daryl be protecting her than Rick. Like I said, quieter weapon. Anyway, Rick and T-Dog you'll just have to wait for me to come and get you in the car I hotwire. Beatrix, you'll have to run and get Rick's car. Once you've got it, you can drive back by and pick Daryl up. We'll take the north end of the city and you two take the south. We'll meet back up at the cube van in two hours."
"What do you mean I'll have to run to get Rick's car?" I ask quietly.
"It's not that far, you'll be fine," Glenn assures me and I nod. I really don't want to do it, but I know that I have to.
"We what are we waitin' on?" Daryl asks, getting up. He reaches me and hand and pulls me up too, "We need to get goin'. Merle could be out there lookin' for us right now!"
"Alright. Good luck, we'll see you in two hours," Rick says to Daryl, Glenn and I. We nod and make our way to the alley we're supposed to be at.
"Ya'll got balls for a Chinaman and a lady," Daryl grunts, pointing his crossbow out the fence, ready to shoot anything that may come near us.
"I'm Korean, you sexist shit," Glenn mutters before grabbing my right arm and running out into the street.
I grab my knife out of my belt with my left hand, and hold it high. As we ran, two walkers got a little too close to me, so I had to stab them. I cringed as I done it, but kept on running. Glenn finally lets go of my arm and I look at him in confusion.
"Go!" Glenn whispers, pointing at Rick's car. I nod and run towards it, taking out another walker on the way. Once I'm in, I slam the car door shut and start the ignition. It takes a second, but it finally starts and I drive off back to Daryl.
"Hurry up and get in!" I yell out the window I just rolled down. Daryl quickly jumps in and I hit the gas, driving away from the walkers that are trying to attack the car.
"Pull over right here and let me drive," Daryl orders.
"Don't tell me you're one of those people that think women can't drive," I scoff and continue driving until I have lost sight of the walkers following us.
"Just do it," he replies and I roll my eyes, but pull over anyway. If he wants to drive, he can drive. We quickly switch places and daryl takes off and rolls down the windows, "Start yellin' for Merle. Maybe he'll hear ya."
I done as he said for a little while as we drove as slow as we could down the streets without the walkers being able to get to us. Eventually, I got tired of tilting my head out the window and began to pull my feet up into the seat so I could sit on the car door.
"The hell are ya doin'?" Daryl cautiously asks me, only taking his eyes off the road for a second.
"I'm gonna sit on the window so I don't have to tilt my head. Slow down so I don't fall out," I say, pulling myself up so I'm squatting in the seat, waiting for him to slow down.
"You're gonna fall out," he warns as he slows down.
"I'll be fine. Just don't make any sharp turns. We've still got an hour and a half left before we have to meet the others," I pull myself up and plant my butt on the window with my legs still inside the car, holding onto the handle bar on the inside.
"Whatever," Daryl grumbles and speeds back up. We both continue to look for Merle, calling out his name every time we turn a street corner.
"Daryl, I don't think-" he cuts me off.
"Save it," he shushes me and I fall silent. "And why the hell is there a pole in the backseat?"
"It's an IV pole," I quietly say. "It might come in handy." We fall silent again until we turn another corner and see a hospital. It seems to have some survivors because there's people in cop uniforms working on cars in the parking lot behind a chain link fence.
"Get down in the car. Now," Daryl demands and I do as he says, again. "Think they could have Merle in there?"
"I dunno. Wanna ask 'em?" I suggest.
"Like hell I do," Daryl scoffs. "They'll probably try ta kill us."
"No they won't," I counter. "Stop the car and go ask if they've seen him."
"You're comin' with me," he grumbles, parking the car and getting out with his crossbow. I quickly grab one of the guns from the backseat and follow after him as he strides up to the hospital. Judging from the sign, it's called Grady Memorial.
"Hold up, there's no need to get violent. Just drop your weapons and we can talk," the female officer says from the other side of the gate, holding her hands up.
"Ya seen my brother anywhere?" Daryl keeps his bow pointed at the lady as the officers start to gather around. I keep my gun raised as well, fully aware that I have no idea how to work it.
"What does he look like? Does he have a name?" She gently asks him, I assume hoping we'll drop the weapons.
"Name's Merle, only got one hand. Just cut it off. You seen him?" Daryl pushes.
"Daryl, walkers are coming," I whisper to him, noticing the small group making their way towards us.
"If you lower your weapons, we'll let you in. We're not a threat to you," the woman tries to reason. I look to Daryl and he nods his head as the woman unlocks the gate and we slip through.
"Have you seen my brother?" Daryl yells, yet again. I gently place the gun in the wasteband of my pants and Daryl only slightly lowers his crossbow.
"I'm Dawn," the woman reaches out her hand and I shake it, Daryl just grunts. "You said your brother just cut off his hand?"
"Yeah. Now answer my damn question. You seen him?"
"No, I'm afraid I haven't," Dawn shakes her head. "Have you got a group? If you don't, you're more than welcome to stay here. We're looking for hands to help out around here. Especially people in the medical field, considering we are running a hospital."
"We'll I'm a d-" I start to tell her I'm a doctor, but Daryl interrupts.
"We've got our own group. We're gonna leave now too," he kicks some dirt and turns around, taking his knife out and stabbing the walkers through the fence that had gathered around.
"You're welcome to come back any time," Dawn calls as we leave the fence. "We'll try to look for your brother. I hope you find him!"
Daryl ignores her and gets back in the car, taking off as soon as I'm inside with my door shut. Two hours is almost up, so we begin making our way back to the cube van. When we got there, we had to wait about ten minutes, but eventually the car that Glenn had hotwired pulled onto the train tracks beside of us.
"You find him?" Daryl asks, getting out of the car.
"No," Rick shakes his head and Daryl punches the cube, letting out a string of curse words. "We need to get back to camp. It's getting dark."
"I'll take Beatrix and drive the car," Glenn volunteers and I nod. We all get back into the vehicles and drive back to camp. It's well past dark by the time we get there and pulling up the hill, we can her gunshots.
"Oh God," Glenn says, horrorstruck. There's a horde of walkers coming at all of the people in our camp, half of them already bitten. I quickly exit the car, grabbing the bag of guns and handing them out to Glenn, Daryl, Rick and T-Dog.
We run into the mess and I start giving out guns to the rest of the people. Shane looks furious as I hand him a shotgun, but I try to ignore it. After I've made sure everyone has a gun, I run to the RV, killing two walkers on the way. I drop down into one of the seats at the table and catch my breath.
"Are you bit?" Lori frantically asks me. "Is Rick alright?"
"No, I'm fine. No bites or scratches," I shake my head. "Rick's fine too. He's out there right now."
I pull my knees up to my chest and rest my head on them. My eyes go out of focus as everyone runs around in a panic and I'm just too lazy to put them back into focus. I don't know how long I sit there before I eventually fall asleep.
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