Glenn's plan fucking sucked.

Trix was fidgeting slightly as she stood in the alley with Glenn and Daryl. She didn't like this. At all. If they ended up having to run and climb up the ladder again she'd have to pause long enough to get her bow on her back. It would be hard climbing up too; her bow didn't lie flat against her back and could get caught as she climbed. She could always use the trick she did with her hair to pull it against her back but it still wouldn't work. The hair trick was simple. All she had to do was wrap her hair around her bow once and pull the end of her hair forward, past her face, until it was tight enough. Then she'd bite down on a section of her hair that would keep the bow against her back. It took a few seconds to do though and Trix didn't think she'd have enough time if something happened to get her bow on her back and secure it. She forced herself to take deep breaths and calm down, worrying would ruin her.

"You know, you got some balls for a Chinaman." Daryl commented as he loaded up his crossbow. Trix pulled her bow off her back, wincing slightly at how it got caught slightly on her quiver. She yanked an arrow out and notched it the second her bow was free.

"I'm Korean." Glenn told him, sounding annoyed. He took off towards the fence as Daryl expressed his indifference to getting Glenn's ethnicity wrong. The kid paused for one moment before taking off through the open gate.

Daryl pulled Trix down, hiding them both behind the alley's dumpster. They stayed crouched until they heard something coming down the alley from behind them. They were on their feet in seconds and pointing their weapons at the threat. The threat turned out to be a skinny as heck Mexican kid but they still didn't lower their weapons. "Whoa don't shoot me! What do you want?!" The boy shouted. Trix winced slightly, he was too loud. The Walkers would hear them.

"We're looking for our brother, have you seen him?" Daryl asked harshly, close enough now to the boy that the arrow would barely have to fly an inch or two to kill the kid. The kid shouted something neither Dixon understood, taking a few steps back as he did. "Shut up! You'll bring the geeks down on us. Now answer me." Daryl said furiously. Trix's fingers were itching to let loose her arrow but she kept them still. Her bowstring was cutting into her fingers though and it made her worry that she'd accidentally fire. Somewhere in the back of her head she reprimanded herself for not putting on the leather gloves she always kept in her pocket. "Answer me." Daryl ordered the boy.

The kid started shouting. Just shouting again and again the same word that they didn't understand. Daryl hit him, hard, in the face with his crossbow. The kid kept shouting and Daryl kept telling him to shut up, grabbing him by the face and shaking him slightly. Trix looked back to make sure Walkers weren't coming at their backs and was met with an elbow to the face. She slammed back into a wall, accidentally letting loose her arrow and almost dropping her bow. She heard the arrow bounce off the wall across from her but she didn't see it. She got hit right between the eyes for crying out loud! But when she could finally see again she saw two Mexicans beating her brother. One of them had a pipe and was hitting Daryl, hard.

Trix ran over and slammed her bow into the pipe wielder's face. She was so glad her bow was strong or else it would have snapped, she hit the guy so hard. He fell back but at the same time he brought up the pipe he was using. The guy slammed it into her ribs so hard she thought he might have broken at least one. Trix slammed into the wall again and she groaned and gasped in pain. The Mexican guys ran off but one was shouting about a bag. Glenn. Trix forced herself to move off the wall. Daryl shot an arrow and it went straight the ass of the bigger man. Trix would have laughed if she wasn't in so much pain. She dropped to the ground, hurting her knees again, when she was near the dumpster. She didn't mean to but it happened, she'd been so surprised by the sudden pain breathing in caused that she just dropped. Luckily though she fell right near her arrow. By the time she got it notched though the guys were gone and Daryl was forcing the gate closed.

"Daryl! He's getting up!" Trix called to her brother as she watched the skinny Mexican kid stand. She couldn't get up, not yet. Her knees hurt way too much and her ribs were so very bad. Breathing was still hurting more than should ever be allowed and talking hadn't been any better.

The second Daryl had the gate closed he launched himself at the kid and shoved him, hard, ready to kick his ass. Rick came between them though and pushed Daryl back while T-Dog held the Mexican kid to the wall, barely trying since the kid was so freaking skinny. "I'm gonna kick your balls up into your throat!" Daryl shouted at the kid as Rick pushed him back. "They took Glenn! That little bastard and his little bastard homie friends!" He shouted furiously. Rick and T-Dog looked at each other, shocked. "I'm gonna stomp your ass!" Daryl practically promised the kid.

"Guys, we're cut off!" T-Dog shouted, pointing to the Walkers attacking the fence.

Rick ordered them to go before grabbing the bag of guns and his stupid hat. While he did that Daryl rushed over to Trix and grabbed her around the middle, lifting her to her feet. Trix let out a loud cry of pain as he squeezed on her ribs and as she straightened her knees. "Come on little sister. Don't be a pussy, come on. We can patch you up when we're safe." Daryl told her in a slightly hushed voice as he practically dragged her down the alley. Trix moved her legs as fast as she could but her knees weren't cooperating. "Get up there. Put your bow on your back and go." Daryl ordered her when they reached the ladder.

Trix put her arrow away, put her bow on her back, and did her hair trick in ten seconds flat, her eyes on the geeks at the fence the whole time. They were pushing hard against the fence, almost enough to get through. They had to hurry. Trix started to climb up the ladder but it hurt so much. She gritted her teeth though and climbed as fast as she could, Daryl shouting at her the whole time as he climbed up behind her. Trix knew he wasn't shouting to be mean, he was shouting to encourage her. She was glad he was too cause it really did help. As she climbed up onto the roof of the store she silently thanked him, he was the only reason she'd made it up the ladder.

Daryl had to help her again once they got up on the roof. Climbing though had stopped her knees from aching so much so she was able to move a bit more without so much of his assistance. Which was an extremely good thing cause him squeezing her ribs so much was not doing her any good. At least one had to be cracked.

Once they were back in the little lab office thingy Trix took the first opportunity she could get to sit down. Daryl carefully lowered his sister into a chair at her command then knelt down beside her. "Alright, let me look." He ordered her. Trix nodded and gently pulled her shit up to just beneath her breasts, wincing a bit as she did. She saw the enraged look that appeared on Daryl's face before she saw her torso. It was bad, black and purple and swollen in spots. "I'm gonna kill 'em." Daryl said, his words practically a growl. His eyes turned on the boy now sitting against a wall and he slowly got to his feet. "I'm gonna kill you." He told the boy, pointing a finger at him as he took a threatening step toward him.

"That's enough Daryl." Rick snapped but in the calmest freaking voice ever. Trix had no clue how the man could sound calm and authoritative at the same time. All the people she'd ever considered authoritative were the shouting types. Daryl either growled or grunted, it was kind of an in between sound, before beginning an angry pace back and forth across the room. Rick watched him a moment before turning to the kid. "Now, those men you were with. We need to know where they went." He told the kid.

The boy shook his head a bit. "I ain't telling you nothing." He told them.

"Man, what the hell happened back there?" T-Dog questioned, looking between Trix and Daryl.

"I told you! This little turd and his douche bag fans came out of nowhere and jumped us!" Daryl said furiously, glaring at the kid the whole time. The pacing, the moving about, was doing nothing to lessen his anger. Looking at his sister wasn't helping either. Not just because she had a hand against her torso either. He could see blood staining her jeans, no doubt she'd scraped her knees even worse, and there was a spot between her eyes where she'd been elbowed that was swollen slightly and bruised.

Trix snorted and looked at her brother in amusement. "Did you just call him a turd?" She asked, chuckling a little. Talking still hurt and laughing was almost cripplingly painful but she didn't say anything. Dixons weren't wimps. They could deal with a little bit of pain.

Daryl was going to answer but the kid cut him off. "You're the one who jumped me, puto." The boy said angrily, glaring at Daryl. He paused for a moment and looked at the floor by his feet. "Screaming about his brother like it's my damn fault." He added, talking mostly to Rick and T-Dog.

"They took Glenn, might have taken Merle too." Daryl said in his defense.

"Merle?" The boy said, chuckling slightly. "What kind of hick name is that? Wouldn't name my dog Merle." He said.

Daryl lost his temper then. He tried to kick the kid in the head but Rick managed to pull him back just before his foot could hit home. Trix grabbed an arrow out of her quiver and tried to stab the boy in the leg with it but T-Dog pushed her back down before she could do anything. It was probably a good thing; she needed to rest up a little bit more before she got up. Daryl eyed the kid and Trix could practically see him mulling an idea over in his head. He walked over to Glenn's backpack (he'd left it behind knowing they'd be heading back for it) and opened it. Trix knew what he was going for before he even pulled it out. Merle's hand.

"Want to see what happened to the last guy that pissed me off?" Daryl asked as he unwrapped Merle's hand. He threw it down into the kid's lap and Trix felt like gagging, it was disgusting. The kid freaked out and backed himself against a wall in his attempt to get as far from the hand as possible. Stupid kid. Daryl came at him and grabbed him by the throat, pushing him down. "Start with the feet this time!" Daryl growled out, sounding dead serious. Trix had to stop herself from laughing, hearing her brother threaten to get rid of someone's feet was freaking hilarious. She didn't quite manage it though and ended up giggling, earning a terrified look from the boy.

Rick was very calm when he pulled Daryl away from the kid. Daryl pulled back without a fight and walked back over to Trix, placing himself behind her seat. She twisted in her seat and looked up at him. He looked down and caught her smiling at him in amusement. He shook his head but smirked. "The men you were with took our friend. All we want to do is talk to them; see if we can work something out." Rick told the kid. The boy didn't say anything for a moment but he didn't look like he had much of a problem with this idea. "Will you just show us where they are?" Rick asked. The kid stared up at Rick for a few minutes before nodding. Rick stood up a little straighter and turned to look at the rest of them. "Alright. We should get ready to head out." He told them.

They nodded but T-Dog brought up what they should do with the guns since it was clear the men had wanted them. Trix didn't pay attention to the conversation as she tried to stand. She did manage it but her knees ached so bad that she let out a noise of pain that immediately caught everyone's attention. "Your knees, your head, or your ribs?" Daryl asked immediately, coming around her chair. He grabbed her elbow and placed a hand against her back, like he was ready to support her if need be.

"Knees. Now ribs. Headache too." Trix replied, pressing a hand to her chest. Her ribs were definitely cracked in places. "Breathing hurts. Talking and laughing too. Torso is bruised and swelling in spots." She relayed off information in short sentences, taking deep painful breaths between each sentence.

"Cracked or broken?" Daryl asked, gently prodding where she'd been hit. Trix hissed when he touched one of the swelled up spots but didn't yell out, meaning she was definitely in pain but not the worst. "Cracked." Daryl stated, confirming Trix's worries. He knelt down and yanked on the cuff of her pants, silently telling her to roll them up. Trix did so, rolling her eyes as she did. It wasn't difficult, she was wearing a pair of Daryl's pants and the legs were so loose compared to the waist that actually fit well enough (hers were being washed by the women back at camp.) She looked down at her knees as Daryl examined them. "Scraped to hell and I don't think it was just from that last fall." Daryl said, half to himself and half to her. He prodded around her cuts and Trix clenched her teeth. Her knees were sore. Very sore. "You told me you were fine earlier." Her brother said disapprovingly as he stood up.

"I didn't know they were scraped." Trix said angrily, pushing her pant legs back down her legs. "And I didn't expect to fall again." She continued, walking away from him. She tensed slightly at how her knees hurt, apparently she had to keep her legs and knees moving or else they'd start hurting again. She walked over to the do-rag Daryl had dropped and picked it up, wincing slightly as she kneeled down and then stood back up.

"Do you think you're up for this?" Rick asked as he checked how many bullets were in his gun.

"Of course I am." Trix said immediately, offended. She grabbed Merle's hand off the floor a little more harshly than she intended but carefully folded it back up in the do-rag. "If I keep moving my knees will be fine. I'll get used to the pain." She said as she carefully tied a knot in the do-rag to keep Merle's hand from falling out.

Daryl wasn't the only one who looked skeptical. "What about your ribs? If we have to run you're gonna be out of breath quickly." Rick said, sounding like a father explaining to his kid why they weren't old enough for the big playground.

"I'm not letting Daryl go without me." Trix said firmly, glaring at Rick. She didn't care what Daryl thought of this, she could easily convince him to let her come along, but Rick was a whole different story. He was the special brand of stubborn only good fathers ever achieved and Trix didn't know how to work with that. She was used to all kinds of stubborn except his. "He is my brother. I've already got one missing; I'm not letting this one out of my sight. So don't even fucking suggest it." She glared as viciously as she could at Rick, challenging him to protest.