We finally got to the roof of the mall to see a bald man standing on the ledge, shooting off his shotgun at the walkers below. I turned around to see all of the frustration on some of the groups faces. Boy they must hate this guy. "Hey, Dixon, are you crazy?!" T-Dog yelled over the shots as we all ran over to the Bald man. 'Dixon' (I'm guessing was his last name), just laughed and continued to shoot at the walkers below. Glenn let out a sigh and gave Rick and I an apologizing look. I glared at the back of the bald man's head before yelling, "Hey smart ass, your not helping us by shooting up the place." The group looked at me like I was insane. Rick, on the other hand, just shot me a smirk before the bald man turned around. I'm guessing the only reason why he stopped shooting was because he didn't know my voice. "You ought be more polite to a man with a gun, Blondie." Dixon shouted back, eyeing me up and down like I was a piece of meat. I watched as he jumped down off the ledge of the roof and stalked over to me, "Only common sense." I slowly started to feel a little threatened as he walked closer to me. Thankfully, T-Dog stepped in before he got in my face. "Man, you wasting bullets we ain't even got!" Dixon stopped and turned to him, letting out another sickened laugh.
"You're bringing even more of them down on our ass! Man, just chill." T-Dog exclaimed, making the bald man to frown. It wasn't a sad frown. No. More like a 'you got to be kidding me' kind of frown. A frown that made me step closer to Rick. This is going to get worse. "Hey! Bad enough I've got this taco-bender on my ass all day. Now I'm gonna take orders from you? I don't think so, bro. That'll be the day." He said, rolling his eyes at T-Dog. I watched as T-dog started to glare, realizing what he meant. ""That'll be the day"? You got something you want to tell me?" Morales moved closer to T-Dog and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Hey, T-Dog man, just leave it. All right? It ain't worth it." But he just shook his head no and continued to ask. I looked up at Rick, wanting to help but he just gave me a look that meant 'Don't do anything stupid, Cora.'. I frowned and watched as Merle (so Dixon WAS his last name.), gingerly walked up to T-Dog smirking.
"You want to know the day?" Merle asked him, knowing who truly annoyed T-Dog was getting but everything. When T-Dog nodded his head, I knew was bad. "I'll tell you the day, Mr. "Yo." It's the day I take orders from a nigger." "Mother" Was the only word T-Dog got out of his mouth before hell broke loose. He tried to hit Merle in the face but Merle stepped back and smack T-Dog in the head with the handle of his gun. Thankfully. T-Dog bounced back, throwing another punch at him but was once again, hit in the head with the gun. That's when Rick stepped in as me and the group yelled at the two men fighting. Merle quickly sent Rick to the floor of the roof hard before kicking T-Dog in the chin and smacking his head against the pipe. I quickly ran over to Rick, checking on him. Shooting him a worried look, I helped Rick to his feet. I noticed that Rick was glaring at something. I turned to see Merle sitting on T-Dog with his back to us. Yup, I am so done with this man. Before Rick could grab me, I walked over to the bald asshole.
I quickly moved and pulled out my revolver before pressing the barrel to the back of Merle's head. "Alright, asshole. I'm about done with you shit." I growled at him as everyone remained silenced- even Merle. "We have enough problems to deal with, so we don't need you being a prick. Now Get off him." After I said that, Merle slowly rose off T-Dog (not before spitting on his chest though), and turned around to face me. I could see the fire and death in his eyes as he started to stare me down. Was I scared? A tiny bit but I worked in a Bar full of drunks for 6 years. So I could handle him. I was about to speak again but I was quickly silenced but my gun being ripped from my hands and Merle's right hand to my throat. He roughly pressed my back against the ledge of the roof and slowly started to slide me over. "Who the hell do you think you are, Blondie? Givin' me orders?" He hissed, griping my throat a bit tighter, making me gasp for air. My hands flew up to his arm, digging my nails into it but he didn't let go. "I might just have to teach you a lesson. Or maybe just feed you to 'em instea-" Merle started but was cut off by Rick hitting him in the head with the pipe, dropping to the floor. I gasped, almost hitting the ground myself but thankfully Andrea grabbed me before I did. She quickly sat me down by T-Dog as Rick pulled out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed Merle to a pole. Serves that ass right.
"Who the hell are you, man?!" Merle yelled, glaring up at Rick. "Officer friendly." Rick sarcastically answered him as thunder echoed in the distance. "Look here, Merle. Things are different now. There are no niggers anymore. No dumb-as-shit, inbred white-trash fools either. Only dark meat and white meat. There's us and the dead. We survive this by pulling together, not apart." He said sternly, making Merle face him. "Screw you, man." Merle said shaking his head. I could see Rick was getting annoyed quickly. I slowly stood up and shook my head before speaking, "I can see he makes a habit of missing the point." Merle slightly shrugged his shoulders, looking over at me. "Yeah? Well, screw you too, Blondie." He smirked at me before looking me up and down again. "Literally." I felt a growl grow in my throat then started to reach for my revolver but was stopped by Glenn's hand. Rick looked at me then pressed his own gun against Merle's head. "Ought to be polite to a her." Rick nodded his head at me and I grabbed my gun, pointing it at Merle's head too. "Only common sense." I said cocking my gun, smirking. Merle glared at me then at Rick.
"You wouldn't. You're a cop." He pointed out. Rick pulled his gun away from his head then crouched down beside him. "But She's not." Rick pointed to me and my devilish smirk that was on my lips before he continuing, "And All I am anymore is a man looking for his wife and son. Anybody that gets in the way of that is gonna lose. I'll give you a moment to think about that." Rick hissed, before checking Merle for anymore weapons but instead found drugs. Lowering my gun, I just shook my head. Idiot. Rick raised his eyebrow then flicked Merle's nose. "Got some on your nose there." He told him but all Merle did was laugh. "What are you gonna do? Arrest me?" Dixon laughed again, making me rolling my eyes. The group just shook their head. Rick, on the other hand, ignored him and threw the dugs over the ledge of the building. That stupid Merle up quickly. He started to struggle against the handcuff violently. "Hey! What are you doing? Man, that was my stuff! Hey! If I get loose, you'd better pray… Yeah, you hear me, you pig?! You hear me?!" Merle threatened as he continued to struggle. Rick ignored him once again and more over to my side before checking my neck. "You alright?" I smiled a bit before nodding my head, "Fought bigger." Rick only chuckled before turning to the group. "Right, its time to make a plan to get outta here."