CHAPTER 11 (Part 1):
Daryl and Rick we're quite proud of how everything was turning out, so far. It almost seemed to good to be true, they found an old, mostly abandon prison. Though the walkers that were located inside and outside, they extinguished right away. Planning to burn the bodies, they didn't want the smell of decaying flesh anywhere near them.
"I say we did a good job." Rick smiled as he looked out through the holes of the wired fences. Looking over at his friend, he saw his smile quickly faded, something was bugging him.
"Ya think they're still out there, man?" The sheriff knew who he was referring too, but Daryl spoke their names anyways. "Andrea, and Rachel, ya know?" Looking down at the hounds, which followed him religiously no matter where he went. Xavier looked like he winched, as if hearing his old owners name had hurt him. "Sorry, boy." The redneck gently patted the dogs back.
"I don't know, it's been seven months, at least. I hope so, I hope they find us, or we find 'em." Rick seemed uneasy, and almost doubted what he was saying. He wanted to be sympathetic but also realistic about it too.
Daryl beat himself up a lot about this, because Carl had told him that the dogs were trying to jump out of the red SUV as they were leaving the farm. No one really understood why, until they counted heads, and noticed that they weren't there.
"I gotta find 'er." He pointed to both dogs, "They need her, and I know she needs 'em."
Rick shook his head and pointed to the man beside him. "And so do you. You been goin' crazy, don't worry, we don't leave family behind."
"Fuck we don't!" Daryl threw his arms up in the air in defeat. "I should have checked."
Waking up about an hour later; Andrea and Rachel seemed pretty confused. Michonne was awake the whole time, but was blindfolded, as were the other two, to keep the location a secret. Rachel looked around and saw that a female, black nurse was aiding them, and when Andrea asked where they were she refused to answer, saying it wasn't her place to tell them. They would have to wait for HIM.
The blonde was told she was in and out of consciousness because of lack of food and dehydration. Which did seem to make a lot of sense. "We want to leave." Andrea kept stating over and over.
A man walked through the door, "Go check on your patient, doc." He was a little older, average built, raspy voice. It couldn't be-Merle!? He looked at Andrea and Rachel as he spoke, "I bet y'all was wondering if I was real or not?" Grabbing a chair he sat on it backwards and looked mostly at Rachel, "Bet ya we're hoping I wasn't." He chuckled as he lifted up his metal hand. "Well here I am." Now directing his eye contact to Michonne, "This world gets a lil' smaller towards the end, don't it? Ain't so many of us left to share the air, right?"
Three sets of eyes, a total of six eyeballs were on this man. Only one out of the three had no idea who this stranger was. And what exactly he was talking about. "-Take a nice long nap after, wait for Daryl on the other side." Merle was getting serious, as much as he loved to joke; something brought almost sadness to his voice. "Ya seen my brother?"
Now back to Andrea, he had no idea that Rachel even knew of his brother. She was sitting in the middle of the other two and hesitated, Rachel decided to cut in. "Yeah. And did I hear holy Hell, I don't know what you told him-" The young adult wanted to get up and sock the brother in the face.
"Rachel, stop it!"
"No, because of whatever lies he told Daryl, he probably will never look at me the same…" A deep pause, "If we ever see each other again." Pointing to Merle she continued on. "Because this low life, piece of sh-"
"Woaaahh, calm down missy." Merle lifted his hands up in a defensive matter, still sitting on the chair though. "I just told my brother about our night," Sticking out his tongue and winking, he sure didn't change. "Not my fault, if my little brother doesn't want ya." Daryl's brother was getting upset, "We saved ya," He pointed to all three of the women, "from the outside world, to help you," Now his finger was just pointing to Andrea. "Medical attention and not even a thank you?
"Nope." Rachel quickly responded.
Michonne certainly had enough of this; she had been quiet for long enough! "I want my weapons!" She stepped forward towards Merle, she was going to get her sword, and she didn't care what he said. "Give me my sword, and I am leaving."
A/N: Yes, I know it was really short. But now I'm going to take some input from you guys, the readers and reviewers. What do you want to happen? I have a few ideas, but I love to see what you guys think, or want to read.