Revolver
I don't own any right to the original scrip lines from the characters. They are just added on their. Gwen is the only character that's mine. As you will see, i type out almost the entire episode. So it will take some time to post new chapter as i go. Enjoy.
Setting: Vatos
Chapter 4 Hostage
After a long intense silence. Daryl calms down or a least its what it looked like. Than in an instant he eyes T-Dog and quickly points his crossbow at him. Before Daryl could shoot. The new guy named Rick points his gun at him.
"Stop! Babe put it down. He's not the blame for this!"
"I wont hesitate. I don't care if every walker in the city hears it.". Rick stares down Daryl. I put my hand on the crossbow and gently try to lower it. After a moment, he does so. Rick lowers his gun as well. I see Daryl trying to clear his tear by constantly blinking. He looks at me then back at T-Dog.
"You got a do-rag or something?" T-Dog pulls out a blue one from his pants and hands it to Daryl. He hands me his crossbow and walks over to Merle's hand and wraps it up in the rag. I was quite stunned myself. I didn't know if Merle was dead or lying in a ditch about to die of blood loss.
"I guess the saw blade was too dull for the handcuffs. Ain't that a bitch." He walks over to Glenn and stuff it in his bag. Poor Glenn looked like he was about to vomit himself from the raw smell and the fact that, that raw smell is now on his back.
"He must of used a tourniquet, maybe his belt. Be much more blood if he didn't." I give Daryl back his crossbow and begin to follow Daryl around to the other side of the roof. I look at Glenn as he still looked completely disgusted.
"I could carry the bag if your to disgusted?" He shakes his head.
"Its fine. I'll manage." I look at him unconvinced but brush it off. After all it was his problem if he vomited in the middle of the mission. I speed up and caught up to Daryl. We enter another part of the building that led to a flight of stairs.
"Merle? You in hear?" Their was no answer. So we make our way down the stairs. At the bottom, we go through a door that led back inside the main building. We all split going through different hallways, making it easier to spot any walkers near by. Luckily we did temporarily split. A walker came across mine and Daryl's path. He nails it with his crossbow no problem. We all regroup in a lounge. Daryl spots blood trails and two dead walkers close by.
"Had enough in him to take out these two scumbitches. One handed. Toughest asshole I ever meet, my brother. Feed him a hammer, he'd crap out nails." I didn't quit get his joke sense of humor at the wrong times. But I kept my mouth shut about it.
"Any man can pass out from blood loss, no matter how tough he is" Rick hisses trying to keep quiet from any other walkers that may be near by. We all continue to walk and eventually enter a kitchen. Their was a strange smell in the air minus the rotting corpses of the dead walkers.
"Merle!" Daryl calls out again.
"We're not alone. Remember?" Rick hisses at him once again. I really don't think these two will ever be on the same page.
"Screw that. He could be bleeding out. You said so yourself." Rick says nothing as we approach some lit stoves. Glenn and I sniff the air.
"What's that smell?" I see Rick lift an iron from the burning flames of the stove. He looks at the substance imbedded on the iron.
"Skin. He cauterized the stump."
"Oh god." I never been so disgusted in my life. The smell the burning flesh. I almost wanted to vomit yet again. I look over at Glenn and see I wasn't the only one about to blow out.
"Told you he was tough. Nobody can kill Merle but Merle."
"Don't take that on faith. He's lost a lot of blood." Rick counters. I see Daryl spot something and begins making his way towards it. The rest of us follow.
"Yeah? Didn't stop him from busting out of this death trap." He stops at a broken window with blood all round. We all approach it.
"He left the building? Why the hell would he do that?" Glenn pokes his head out the busted window looking all around.
"Why wouldn't he? He's out their alone as far as he knows. Doing what he's got to do, surviving." He walks to a nearby door.
"You call that surviving? Just wondering out their in the street maybe passing out. What are his odds out their?"
"He couldn't of gotten far." I look at Daryl. But what T-Dog had mentioned had set off Daryl.
"No worse than being handcuffed and left to rot by you sorry pricks." Glenn and T-Dog look down knowing it was somewhat their fault. Daryl looks at Rick who had approached him.
"You couldn't kill him. Aint so worried about some dead bastard"
"What about 1,000 dumb dead bastards? Different Story?"
"Why don't you take a tally? Do what you want, I'm gonna go find him." Daryl begins walking away when Rick pushes him back, stopping him.
"Daryl, wait"
"Get your hands off me! You can't stop me."
"I don't blame you. He's family I get that. I went through hell to find mine. I know exactly how you feel. He cant get far with that injury. We could help you check a few blocks around but only if we keep a level head." Daryl knew Rick was right. He hated to admit it defeat. He struggled to get out a few words of agreement.
"I could do that." They stared at each other for good few seconds. T-Dog broke the tension.
"Only if we get those guns first. I'm not strolling the streets of Atlanta with just my good intentions, okay?" Everyone looks at each other.
"Looks like we need a plan then." I point out. Rick nods.
"Theirs an office right in hear. Everyone spread out and look for a map." Rick demands. Everyone enters the room. I stop in front of Daryl and grab his hand with my free one.
"We'll find him babe. Like Rick said, he cant get far with one hand. No matter how tough he is." He looks down at me snorts walking into the office room were everyone else is. I tried not to let his rude stubbornness get to me. I shouldn't blame him for being so impatient not knowing if Merle was alive or not. As to why he still cares I didn't get after all the shit Merle always gave him now and even before when we started dating. I personally would of just left him hear. But that was just me, he wasn't my brother.
"I got a different idea" I hear Glenn in the other room say. I go in the room and join them. I see T-Dog sitting on the ground. Glenn and Rick kneeling down and Daryl hunched over. I look down at the floor to were everyone was looking at and see a simple map that Glenn had drawn out.
"Its simple. You guys wait hear and I go down and get the guns. In and out no problem. After all I am the fastest and its less of a hassle."
"You're not doing this alone." Rick protests.
"Even I think it's a bad idea and I don't even like you much." Daryl points out. It was nice to know he didn't completely hat everyone besides me.
"Glenn, No. it's a shitty idea. Why don't we try something different?" I add.
"Its good idea, okay, If you just hear me out. If we go out their in a group, we're slow, drawing attention. If I'm alone, I can move fast." Nobody said anything. Glenn now had the floor. Literally.
"Look. That's the tank, five blocks from where we are now." He point at a white board eraser. He grabs a crumbled piece of paper and puts it a few inches in front of the eraser.
"That's the bag of guns. Here's the alley I dragged you into when we first met. That's where Daryl, Gwen and I will go." He points a space between tow line representing the alley.
"Why us?" Daryl asks a bit confused.
"Your crossbow and her machete is quieter than his gun." Daryl looks at me, then back down at the map to have a closer look.
"While Daryl and Gwen wait in the alley. I run up the street, grab the bag."
"You got us elsewhere?" Rick wonders.
"You and T-Dog, right." Glenn puts an eraser a few squares down from mine and Daryl's microchip icon.
"You'll be in this alley hear."
"Two blocks away? Why?" Rick asks concerned.
"I may not be able to come back the same way. Walkers might cut me off. If that happens, I wont go back to Daryl and Gwen." He point at our little icon.
"I'll go forward instead, all the way around to that alley where you guys are. Witch ever direction I go. I got you in both places to cover me." Rick nodes getting what Glenn was trying to say in the first place.
"Afterwards, we all meet back hear." Daryl looks at the map and up at Glenn.
"Hay, kid, what you do before all this?"
"Deliver pizzas. Why?" It then became clear to everyone as to why Glenn came up with a clever idea and good memory of the streets.
Me, Daryl and Glenn make our way down the building. Silently the three of us walk down the alley way and stop behind a trash dump. Daryl loads his crossbow. I ready my machete behind him.
"You got some balls for a Chinaman."
"I'm Korean" Glenn corrects him.
"Whatever."
"Shhh!" I tell them. Glenn takes off to the end of the alleyway. Daryl and I kneel down as we see Glenn disappear around the corner.
"I feel like a sissy hiding behind this dump, not doing anything." I look at Daryl
"Where doing this to help you find Merle. Those guns are exactly what we need right now. If we run into a herd were not gonna be able to take them all on with a couple bullets, arrows and machete's. What's gonna happen if we don't get those guns and we run out of the little ammo we have? throw shoes at them?" Daryl was about to argue back when we hear a sound close by. Daryl and I jump out from behind the dump and take aim. Some Mexican looking kid puts his hands up,
"Whoa, don't shoot me! What do you want?"
"Who the fuck are you?" I demand.
"I'm looking for my brother. He's hurt real bad. You seen him?" The kid begins to yell something in Spanish.
"Ayudame!"
"Shut up!" Daryl demands him.
"You're gonna bring the geeks down on us. Now answer the fucking question" I add. The kid says nothing but looks at us, not knowing what to do.
"Answer me." Daryl demands the kid again. I see him shaking, he begins to yell the same word from before, numerous times.
"Ayudame! Ayudame!" This kid was not gonna shut up. One of us needed to do something before he attracted every geek in Atlanta. Daryl closes in on him and knock him down on his back with his crossbow. The kid continues to struggle and tries to scream.
"Shut up. Shut up." Daryl struggles to hold the kid down and keep him quiet. I kneel down to them and help to cover the kids mouth and hold him still. In a few seconds, Daryl and I find ourselves getting kicked down by two older Mexican looking guys. The two then begin to gain up on Daryl kicking him and hitting him with bats. Daryl stood no chance on the ground. Nobody hurts my Daryl. I get up and manage to get one of the guys off Daryl, the heavy fat one. He pins me up against the wall trying to choke me. At the corner of my eye I see Glenn come back in the alley. The slender man looks at Glenn and gets the heavier set man's attention.
"That's it. That's the bag. Vato. Take it! Take it!" The two men go after Glenn. I fall to my knees trying to catch my breath. I see them gain up on Glenn trying to take the bag. I run towards them to help Glenn. Taking them both on now.
"Get off him!" I yell trying to get them to let go of Glenn. The heavy set one gets a hold of me from behind. In an instant he drops me and yells in pain holding his ass. I look over to Daryl and see his crossbow pointed at us. I look up and see the slender man get a lock on Glenn.
"Get off me! Get off me!" He struggles against the bigger man. I hear the engine of a car pull up. Shit, their gonna take the guns. I grab the bag and try to run towards Daryl's direction.
"Grab the girl Vato!" One of them yells. I than feel my hair get aggressively pulled from the back. I then feel getting dragged back by someone.
"Let me go! Daryl! Daryl!" I yelled for him but knew it was useless. I see myself passing the gate at the end of the alley way. I can't let them get the guns. Before they threw me in the car. I tossed the bag as far back into the alley as I could.
Narrator POV: Daryl saw the car drive away with Gwen and Glenn in it. He runs up to the gate and grabs the bag of guns.
"Come back hear! You scumbitches!" Daryl sees the walkers approach him in large numbers. He quickly closes the gate to the alleyway. He looks back and sees the boy looking at him. He charges at him only to be pushed back by Rick, who had arrived with T-Dog.
"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa. Stop it!" Rick gets Daryl away from the boy, pushing him back with every step.
"I'm gonna kick your nuts up into your throat!"
"Let me go!" The boy pleads.
"Chill out!" T-Dog holds the boy up against the wall to be sure he doesn't go anywhere.
"They took Gwen and Glenn. That little bastard and his little bastard homie friends." Daryl tries to launch himself at the boy out of pure rage. "I'm gonna stomp your ass!" T-Dog looks behind him and see walkers coming from the other end of the alleyway.
"Guys! Guys! Were cut off." Rick looks around. He spots the ladder leading up the building.
"Get back to the lab. Go." T-Dog takes the kid and leads him to the ladder. Rick grabs the bag of guns. Daryl grabs his crossbow.
"Come on. Damn, lets go." Rick goes back again and grabs his hat. The two then head back up to the ladder and to the lab.
Inside the lab. They sit the boy down and begin to interrogate him. With Daryl having little patients, he pasts back and forth. Rick kindly tries to get information out of the boy.
"Those men you were with. We need to know where they went." The boy looks at Rick a bit intimidated.
"I ain't telling you nothing."
"Jesus, man. What the hell happened back their?" T-Dog looks over at Daryl.
"I told you, this little turd and his douche bag friends came out of nowhere and jumped me and Gwen."
"You're the one who jumped me, puto, screaming about trying to find his brother like its my damn fault."
"They took my girl and Glenn. They could have taken Merle too." The boy looks at Daryl in amusement.
"Merle? What kind of hick name is that? I would of named my dog Merle." Daryl's temper flairs again. He goes to try and kick the boy, but is stopped by Rick. He pushes him back yet again.
"Damn it, Daryl. Back off." The two men eye each other for a bit. Daryl walks to Glenn's backpack. He takes out Merle's hand.
"Want to see what happened to the last guy who pissed me off?" He walks up to the boy and drops Merle's hand on his lap. The boy looks at it and freaks out throwing the hand off him. He collapses from his chair and backs up into a wall. Daryl leans down to the boy grabbing his neck.
"Start with the feet this time." Daryl is pulled off the boy by Rick. This time he says nothing just points at him to back off. Rick leans down to the frighten boy.
"The men you were with took our friends. All we wanna do is talk to them, see if we can work something out." The boy nodes a couple time giving Rick the okay.
A few yards away from the main doors from were the boy is from. Rick looks through a large hole eyeing the doors. He than look up at T-Dog.
"You up for this?"
"Yeah" T-Dog nods.
"Okay." T-Dog grabs the bag of gun and leaves out of sight. Daryl looks down at the boy.
"One wrong move, you get an arrow in the ass. Just so you know."
"G's gonna take that arrow out of my ass and shove it up yours. Just so you know." Rick looks at the boy wondering who he is talking about.
"G?"
"Guillermo. He's the man here."
"Okay then." He cocks his gun "Lets go see Guillermo."
Rick and Daryl approach the main doors with the boy in front, with shotgun and crossbow drawn. They stop about twenty feet from the doors as they open. A slender man with a black button up shirt steps out and looks at the boy.
"You okay little man?"
"They're gonna cut off my feet, carnal." The man looks at Rick.
"Cops do that?"
"Not him. This redneck puto here. He cut some dude's hand, man. He showed it to me." The boy points his head at Daryl.
"Shut up." Daryl demands. The two men from back in the alley come out with guns drawn. The heavier man looks at Daryl.
"Hay, that's that vato right their. He shot me in the ass with an arrow. What's up homes, huh." The man known as G puts his hand on the gun and lowers it.
"Chill, ese, chill, chill." G looks at Rick and Daryl. "This true? He wants Miguellito's feet? That's pretty sick man."
"We were hoping more for a calm discussion." Rick finally speaks out.
"That hillbilly jumps Felipe's little cousin, beats on him, threatens to cut off his feet, Felipe gets an arrow in the ass and you want a calm discussion? You fascinate me." G narrows his eyes at Rick.
"Heat of the moment. Mistakes were made on both sides." G looks over at Daryl.
"Who's that dude to you anyway? You don't look related."
"He's one of our group, more or less. I'm sure you have a few like him."
"You got my brother in their?" Daryl demanded.
"Sorry, we're fresh out of white boys. But I got Asian. You interested?" G offered.
"We're my girl?" G looks at Daryl in disbelief and chuckles.
"Your girl? Your trying to tell me that pretty little white girl that came in with the Asian is your girl? She blind?" Daryl's anger gets the best of him as he goes to attack G when all his men take aim at Daryl, stopping him in his tracks. Rick grabs the boys and pushes him back and steps in.
"Look I have one of yours, you have two of mine. How about we make an even trade."
"Don't sound even to me." The boy looks at G and pleads for him to take him back in.
"G. Come on man."
"My people got attacked. Where's the compensation for their pain and suffering? More to the point, where's my bag of guns?"
"Guns?" Rick repeats
"The bag Miguel saw in the street. The bag Felipe and Jorge were going back to get. That bag of guns."
"Your mistaken."
"I don't think so."
"About it being yours. Its my bag of guns." Rick corrects him.
"The bag was in the street. Anybody could come around and say it was theirs. I'm supposed to take your word? What's to stop my people from unloading on you right here and now and I take what's mine?" G's men come closer with their guns still drawn.
"You could do that." He looks up at T-Dog to his left on the top of a building ready to sniper G. G looks up at T-Dog and smirks back at Rick.
"Oye." He yells out to someone. Rick and Daryl look up to the top of the building and see two men holding Gwen up to the very edge of the building, threatening to throw her off. Rick and Daryl realize they can't win this round.
"I see two options, you come back with Miguel and my bag of guns, everybody walks. Or you come back locked and loaded, we'll see witch side spills more blood." G walks back inside as his men follow. Rick checks the rooftop to make sure Gwen was gone and out of harms way.
Back at the lab, Rick lays out the bag of guns out on a table. He begins to check them all and loads them.
"Them guns are worth more than gold. Gold wont protect your family or put food on the table. You willing to give that up for that kid?" Rick ignores Daryl.
"Man. They got your woman in their, god knows what they'll do to her." T-Dog points out.
"Gwen is tough okay. If anything she'll put up a fight before any of those bastards lay a hand on her."
"Well if I know we get them back I might agree. But you think that vato across the way is just gonna hand them over?" T-Dog argues.
"You calling G a liar?" The boy speaks out from the ground.
"Are you part of this? You want to hold on onto your teeth?" Daryl leans down slapping the boy in the head. Miguel remains silent.
"Question is, do you trust that man's word?" T-Dog looks at Rick.
"No, question is what you willing to bet on it? Could be more than them guns, Could be your life. Glenn worth that to you?" Rick finally looks up at Daryl a bit irritated.
"Is Gwen worth it to you?" Daryl says nothing knowing Rick was right.
"What life I have I owe to him." He pauses "I was nobody to Glenn, just some idiot stuck in a tank. He could of walked away but he didn't. Nether will I. I'm sure you don't wanna leave Gwen their ether." Rick goes back to loading the guns.
"So your gonna hand the guns over?" Daryl questions him. Rick look up.
"I didn't say that. My question is, are you coming with me?" Daryl raises his head in agreement. Rick looks over at T-Dog.
"Theirs nothing holding you here. You should get out. Head back to camp."
"And tell your family what?" their was silence in the room for a bit. That's when Rick knew that T-Dog will stand by his side to fight. He hands him a shotgun. Daryl leans down to the table of guns and grabs one himself. Miguel gets up once again and tries to plead to them.
"Come on, this is nuts." Daryl pushes him back and points to the ground. Miguel sits back down, getting overwhelmed. "Just do what G says." He tries to plead again but everyone ignores him this time.
Rick, Daryl and T-Dog make their way back to the main doors were they meet G. Daryl has Miguel upfront with his gun pointed at his back. The doors open as they approached. Daryl pushes Miguel inside and follows him in. Rick and T-Dog follow close behind with their guns drawn. G approaches them with an unpleasant face.
"I see my guns but their not all in the bag."
"That's because their not yours. I thought I mentioned that." Rick steps forward to face G. The man that was shot in the ass with Daryl's crossbow named Felipe comes in with his gun drawn at them.
"Lets just shoot these fools right now, ese. All right? Unload on their asses, ese." G looks at him then back at Rick.
"I don't think you fully appreciate the gravity of the situation." Rick lowers his gun a bit irritated. He cuts the tape off Miguel's hands and pushes him back to his group. "You have your man. I want mine." G looks at Rick and snaps.
"I'm gonna chop up your boy. I'm gonna feed him to my dogs. They're the eviles, nastiest, man-eating bitches you ever saw. I picked them up from Satan at a yard sale." G looks at Daryl. "And you know what I'm gonna do to your little girlfriend redneck boy? I'm gonna make her my sex slave." Rick puts his hand in front of Daryl. Telling him to stand his ground.
"Your gonna eat those words punk." Daryl grunts. G looks back at Rick.
"White boy's don't scare me. I told you how it has to be. Are you woefully deaf?" G practically yelled at Rick out of irritation.
"No, my hearing's fine. You said come locked and loaded." Rick cocks his gun as Daryl and T-Dog do the same. "Okay then, we're here." G's men cock their guns and point them at Rick, Daryl and T-Dog. Rick then points his gun right at G's head. For a long moment everyone is silent with all guns drawn. An elderly woman's voice is then heard.
"Felipe! Felipe!" The man named Felipe turns around and sees the elderly woman who had approached them.
"Abuela, go back with the others….now."
"Get that old lady out the line of fire." Daryl demands with his guns still drawn. G looks at the old lady.
"Abuela, listen to your mih'jo, okay. This is not the place for you right now." The old lady ignores him and looks at Felipe.
"Mr. Gilbert is having trouble breathing. He needs his asthma stuff. Carlito didn't find it. He needs his medicine. G looks back and forth from Rick to Felipe a bit embarrassed about the whole situation.
"Felipe, go take care of it, okay? And take your grandmother with you." Rick begins to lower his gun, realizing what's going on. The older woman spots Rick and the others.
"Who are those men?" She begins to make her way up to Rick, while Felipe pleads for his grandmother to stop.
"Don't you take him."
"Ma'am?" Rick looks at her a bit confused.
"Felipe's a good boy. He have his trouble but he pull himself together. We need him." The older woman pleads to Rick. He lowers himself to her level.
"Ma'am, I'm not here to arrest your grandson."
"Then what do you want him for?"
"He's….helping us find two missing people. Fella named Glenn and a young woman named Gwen."
"The Aison boy and the girl? Their with Mr. Gilbert." The older lady grabs Rick's hand. "Come. Come, I show you. He needs medicine." G knew that the whole gun situation just went out the window. He had no choice but to let them through.
"Let them pass." All his men step aside as the older woman leads Rick, Daryl and T-Dog through the large garage. They follow her out the garage and up some stairs, through a yard and inside a building. Inside Rick is able to hear coughing and faint whispering. As they go through a hallway, Rick sees elderly people being attended to in each and every room. Being stunned by what he sees, he stops in his tracks. Felipe passes him to get to his grandmother.
"Abuela, por favor. Take me to him." Rick and the others follow Felipe into a larger open room, where more elder people are at. They approach a group of people surrounding an old man.
"Nice and easy. Just breath, Just let it out. Just breath." Felipe assist what appears to be Mr. Gilbert with his inhaler.
"Just relax." Gwen's voice is heard. Rick looks at Glenn who was behind Gwen, confused.
"What the hell is this?"
"An asthma attack." Gwen gets up from assisting Mr. Gilbert. "Couldn't get his breath out all the sudden." Gwen looks up from the old man and sees Daryl, Rick and T-Dog around them. She stars at Daryl who in return was looking back at her. T-Dog breaks the silence.
"I thought you were being eaten by dogs, man." Glenn looks back at three Chihuahuas as one begins to bark at them. Rick leans down to G, wanting some answers.
"Could I have a word with you?" Rick pulls G aside.
Gwen's POV: I see Daryl standing their. I'd be lying if I said I was not happy to see him. I actually couldn't be happier. He came back for me. He could of just gone back to camp, but he didn't. He risked his life to save mine. I walk up to him and grab his hand.
"Hay."
"Since when you play doctor for people?" He demanded. I was a bit disappointed that, that was his fist answer after coming to rescue me.
"Since the world ended." I answer back. I look at him and smile. He looks at me, sees my smile and quickly looks away.
"What?" He avoids eye contact.
"You came back."
"Of cores I did." I saw the expression in him that was very common. Not wanting to care about his feelings in front of people.
"Guys." Rick notifies us to follow him and Guillermo to another room. Me, Daryl, T-Dog and Glenn follow them.
We enter a storage room. Guillermo sits by a boarded window as the rest of us stand around.
"What about the rest of your crew?" Rick asked.
"The vatos trickle in to check on their parents, their grandparents. They see how things are and most decide to stay. it's a good thing to. We need the muscle. The people we've encountered since things fell apart, the worst kind….plunderers, the kind that take by force."
"That's not how we are." Rick points out.
"How was I to know? My people got attacked and you show up with Miguel hostage…appearances." I see look over at me. Why I don't know. I had nothing to do with what happened with that kid I was just trying to defend my man. That's when I realized he was looking at Daryl. Oh right. Now I felt like an idiot.
"Guess the world changed." T-Dog says next to us, sounding exhausted.
"No. it's the same as it ever was. The weak get taken. So we do what we can here. The vatos work on those cars, talk about getting the old people out of the city. But most can't even get to the bathroom by themselves, so that's just a dream. Still it keeps the crew busy, and that's worth something. So we barred all the windows, welded all the doors shut except for one entrance. The vatos, they go out scavenge what they can to keep us going. We watch the perimeter night and day and we wait. The people here, they all look to me now, I don't even know why."
"Because they can." Rick and Guillermo look at me. Rick nodes and looks at his gun. He than hands it to Guillermo. Rick looks back at the bag of guns and begins to pull out more.
Outside we were all making our way back to the van. It was silent, so Glenn spoke. "Admit it, you only came back to Atlanta for the hat." He joked.
"Don't tell anybody."
"You've given away half our guns and ammo." Daryl complained.
"Not nearly half." Rick corrected.
"For what? Bunch of old farts who are gonna die of momentarily anyway? Seriously how do you think they got?"
"Stop." I look at Daryl.
"How long do any of us?" Rick clarifies. He was right. Any of us could be next at any given moment. That was one of my biggest fear. Not so much dying but one of those undead bastards getting Daryl. Taking him away from me or vice versa. One of them getting me and leaving him all alone….again. I snap out of it when we all stop walking, staring at nothing. Until I noticed what it was we where suppose to be looking at.
"Oh my god." Glenn says in shock.
"Where the hell is our van?" I hear Daryl say next to me.
"We left it right their, who would take it?" I begin to freak out.
"Merle." I hear the cold words come out of Rick's mouth. We were all stunned by his answer. This isn't good for the group back at camp.
"He's gonna be taking some vengeance back to camp." Daryl sounded uneven for once. One of the first I've ever heard from him since we began dating.
"Come on, We gotta move" Rick starts walking to where the van once was. We all follow. Its gonna be quite a walk back to camp. I doubt we'll make it back before dark. But still its worth trying.
We where on the highway, nobody had said anything ever since we discovered the van missing. Rick, T-Dog and Glenn were walking a few feet in front of me. I look behind me and see Daryl a few feet behind. I slow down to talk to him.
"Is something bothering you? I mean Merle aside, you seam bothered by something else. You haven't said a word to me since we left that place." I explain myself.
"I haven't herd one thank you from you ever since we left."
"I got the feeling you didn't want to hear my sympathy anyway. Besides I was perfectly capable of getting out of their myself." I hear him snort in a sarcasm way.
"Right, witch is why they were threatening to throw you off the building. Sure. You had it all under control." He argues back.
"You know you didn't exactly run after me when they dragged me in their car."
"I got jumped by two punks with aluminum bats. I wasn't in the greatest shape to get up and run after you right away. I did try. So your welcome." I didn't wanna continue arguing with him so I said nothing after that.
Hours later we all reach the dirt road that led up to camp. Rick looks back at us.
"Okay, we need to run from hear. Non of us know if Merle has made it back or not. God knows if anything is going on up their." We all begin to run up the long dirt road.
About half way up the road, we begin to hear faint screams. Rick holds one hand up telling us to stop. The screams are heard more clearly. It wasn't till then when we heard a gun shot.
"Oh my god." Rick says in terror. We all continue to run up the road, this time as fast as we all could. With each of us caring a heavy gun, it made it a little harder to run fast with the extra weight.
When we reached the camp we saw that it wasn't Merle that was attacking the camp. But walkers, attacking anyone helpless and weak. Without hesitation, We all start shooting walkers left and right. I saw that some poor souls were lost, already being eaten. Others wounded, bleeding out anyway. All of us slowly merge around the RV, looking around for anymore walkers. They were all dead. Daryl and I were towards the back of the RV and the rest around the RV door. We were all catching our breath from the horror that had just happened. And just when I thought it was all over, I hear sobbing. I look around and see Andrea on the ground. I saw Amy under her, all covered in blood, pale, not moving. That's when my heart stopped. She had been bitten, died. One of my only real friends was now dead. Sadness had token over me as my feet collapse from under me. That's when I couldn't help but cry myself. Amy was gone. I bury my face in my hands as I heard Andrea yell in sorrow.
"Ho, no, no! Amy! Amy! Amy!"
"I remember my dream now. Why I dug the holes." I hear Jim say in shock. As if he knew this was gonna happen but never said anything.