Chapter 10
Daryl felt a bead of sweat make its way down the back of his neck. His crossbow was on the desk behind him, if he moved he would get a face full of bullet, if he didn't move, he'd still probably get a face full of bullet.
"We'll leave" Michonne said, her voice strong, but her trembling hands gave away her fear.
The man sniffed. "Now I don't know if I can let y'all just up and leave like that. Might be you bring back some of your friends and take this from me."
Michonne shook her head. "We've actually got a safe place of our own, probably safer than this actually. Just let us go, and we wont come back."
The man looked at her through interested eyes, "Oh right?" he asked. "And where would this safe place be?"
"A prison, about an hours drive from here."
Daryl shot Michonne a look, why would she tell this crazy old man where they were?
"How many people you got up in that prison then?" The man asked, his hands tightening around the gun he still pointed at them.
"About 30" Daryl answered, understanding that Michonne was trying to stall him.
"Now that's where the problem is" the man replied, eyes manic. "If all 30 of you come bangin' on my door I won't stand a chance. Think I'm gonna have to stop that from happening." He smiled, revealing blackened stumps where teeth once were.
"Put down the gun" came a voice from the doorway.
As the man turned, Daryl turned swiftly and grabbed his crossbow. "Don't you think about doing anything stupid now old man" he said, raising the bow to aim at the man's head.
He had never been so glad to see Glenn in his life.
"What are you gonna do about it?" The man laughed at Glenn. "You ain't nothing but a pussy ass Chinaman."
"He's Korean." Daryl said, and as the man turned to face him once more, he let a bolt fly from the bow to embed itself in his forehead.
As the man crumpled to the floor, Glenn laughed. "Well at least we're clear on my origin now".
Daryl snorted, turning the body over with the toe of his boot. "What an asshole" he said, bending down to pull out the bolt.
"Definitely an asshole" Michonne agreed, wiping the sweat from her brow.
Glenn turned his eyes to the body of the man in the chair. "Jesus" he exclaimed.
"Mm" Daryl agreed, wiping the bolt on his trousers. "So, did you find anything?" he asked, reloading the crossbow.
"There's enough food out in the store rooms to last us a couple of months. Plenty of baby formula and some clothes we're going to take too" Glenn replied. "Rick wants to load up as many shopping carts as we can and then run to the cars and pile as much in as we can."
"Alright" Michonne said, striding towards the door. "Lets go do this."
Daryl looked down at the body on the floor. He didn't feel good about killing anyone, but he had promised Carol he'd be back, and wasn't going to let anyone get in the way of his safe return.