A/N Hey everyone! I know some of the dialogue might not be exact, but I really don't want to have to watch each episode as I write the chapter, I hope you understand. Any scenes right from the show are going to be like that, but I'll try my best. Hope you guys like it, things start to get really good now (at least I think so).
When the car stops, Sam is jerked roughly out. She struggles as they bind her hands behind her back, place tape over her mouth and a black bag over her head. The air cools around her as they lead her along, and she can tell she's being taken inside. They take the bag off her head and her eyes try to adjust to the dim light in the building. There is a group of men in front of her is almost all Hispanic. The man in front of the group is the first to speak.
"What is this? Where are the guns? And who is she?"
"Her group attacked us. Crazy puto shot me in the ass. They have the guns, and Miguel." the guy on her right says.
"Take that tape off her mouth, Felipe." he turns to the group of men behind him "I got this."
Felipe takes the tape off her mouth, she takes a step away from all of them.
"You better let me go. The rest of my group will come for me, and you'll all end up dead." she says, staring right at the 'leader'.
"They took Sam, they could have taken Merle." Daryl says, infuriated at the idea that these thugs could possess the two people in the world that he cares about.
"Merle? What kind of hick name is Merle?" the kid laughs "I wouldn't name my dog Merle."
Daryl lashes out with his boot "Want me to kick your teeth down your fuckin throat?"
Rick holds Daryl back and tries to get information from the kid. Unsuccessfully. Daryl tries a different approach.
"Wanna see what happened to the last guy that pissed me off?" Daryl grabs the bandana from the pack and drops Merle's severed hand onto the kids lap.
As soon as he realizes what is in his lap he can't stand up fast enough and almost knocks over the chair. Daryl is on him in a second, pinning him against the wall
"We'll start with the feet this time."
"Hey now, neither of us wants it to come to that. I'm Guillermo. Please come with me." the man turns and walks farther into the building.
"I'm Sam. You gonna untie my hands or what?" Sam asks, following him.
"Unfortunately I'll have to keep you until I get what I want." he stops at an open door and she is shoved inside by Felipe " Nothing personal."
The room is fortified, preventing an easy escape. Crude bars on the windows and brick walls. She sits on the bare cot, trying to figure out the best way to get her bound hands in front of her, ease the ache in her shoulders. She lies down and tries to slide her bound hands down and over her legs, but the zip ties are tight and just end up cutting the sides of her wrists and hands.
"Maybe if my butt weren't so damn big." she sighs and scoots back so she can lean against the wall "I hope they get here soon."
T-dog is positioned in the roof of one of the neighboring buildings, gun trained on the doorway. Rick leads, the kid behind him with Daryl's bow at his back. Glen brings up the rear, watching for an attack.
"Where's my bag of guns? The bag on the street, that Felipe and Jorge went back to get." Guillermo asks Rick, his group, guns drawn, at his back.
"You're wrong." Rick says.
"I know the bag was there."
"About it being yours. That' my bag of guns." Rick corrects.
"Why should I believe you? Anyone could come along and say it's theirs."
Daryl moves from foot to foot, getting impatient with Rick's diplomatic approach. Needing to know of they have Merle, and if Sam is alright.
"You got my brother in there?"
"Nah, we're fresh outta white boys, but we got us a pretty little girl. What's she to you?"
"She's a member of out group. We have one of yours, so I propose a trade. One of ours for one of yours."
Sam is led up a narrow set of stairs, the bag back on her head and tape over her mouth, with only her muffled hearing to rely on, she doesn't struggle, not wanting to get hurt. Someone opens a door in front of her and the wind starts tugging at the bag on her head. She can hear voices being carried up to her.
"Miguel, you alright?" Guillermo asks.
Miguel, must be the kid from the alley, speaks "G, these guys are crazy. Thus redneck wanted to cut off my feet, he cut off some other guys hand, he showed it to me."
Sam smiles under the tape, knowing he is talking about Daryl. Someone shoves her and she is being led forward again. They pull the bag off her head and the height is dizzying for a moment. She looks down and sees Rick, Daryl and Glen in the courtyard.
"I need compensation for my guys pain and suffering. Felipe got shot in the ass, you want to cut off Miguel's feet. Either you come back with my bag of guns, or you come back locked and loaded." Guillermo says and turns to go back inside.
Sam stares with desperation at Daryl, begging him to get her out of this.
Daryl can see the fear in Sam's face, one of the few times he's ever seen her scared, in all that they've been through. He gives her a small nod, hoping she can see it from up there and follows Rick out of the courtyard.
"This is stupid. Just do what G says." Miguel begs from his crouched position on the floor.
"Are you part of this?" Daryl smacks him upside the head, almost no patience with this kid now.
"So we're just gonna hand over the guns?" T-dog asks.
"I didn't say that." Rick says, loading rounds into a shotgun.
"Can you please let me go? Just untie my hands? Please?" Sam asks Guillermo when he comes to talk to her "You and Rick sees like sensible guys, plus, I have no idea there to go, even if I did get out."
"That's what I was coming to do." he gently cuts the zip ties off her wrists "You really cut yourself up good on these. Let's get you fixed up."
She follows him down the hall into a large common room. Elderly people are milling about, reading books, playing chess, or just talking to others.
"These are who you are protecting?" she asks as he bandages her wrists.
"Nobody else will. Most of the staff left them to die." he motions to all the people around him "I couldn't leave them. Most cultures revere their elders, here, they put them away, leave them behind when things get bad. Some of the old ones, the ones more far gone, their family never came for them. Never bothered to see if they were alright."
Sam can sense the outrage in his voice at the treatment of these people, even before all of this. "You've had raiders before, haven't you? Trying to take advantage of the helpless."
"What guns we have, we're running low on ammo for. We need the guns in that bag."
"Why didn't you explain that to Rick? I'm sure he would understand?"
"I see my guns, but they're not all in the bag." Guillermo says, looking at Rick's group.
"You said come back locked and loaded." Rick replies.
Daryl holds his rifle, aim steady, wishing this show would get on the road. An elderly woman in her nightgown and slippers shuffles over to one of the men behind Guillermo.
"Get that old lady out of the line of fire." Daryl says, annoyed.
She turns and sees Rick in his sheriff uniform, and tries to protect her grandson. "He's a good boy. He's had trouble with the law, but he's straightened out. He's a good boy."
"I'm not here to arrest your grandson. He's helping up find a missing person. Samantha." Rick takes off his hat and lowers his gun.
"The pretty girl? She is here. Come." she waves Rick and the group to follow.
They follow the woman down the halls, seeing the older people , in their rooms being attended to by nurses, or family members. In the common room, people are gathered around a man in a chair while Felipe helps him use his inhaler.
"What is this?" Rick asks, seeing Sam standing in the crowd.
"Asthma attack. He couldn't get his breath all of a sudden." she says, more or less completely unharmed.
"We thought you were being eaten by his dogs." T-dog says, slightly outraged.
Sam smiles and walks over to a dog bed where three Chihuahuas are yipping like crazy and picks one up. "These vicious guys? They'll bark you to death, that's about it."
Rick glares at Guillermo "Can I have a word with you?"
Sam puts the dog back on the bed and goes over to Daryl and wraps her arms around him. "I was so scared, but I knew you wouldn't leave me here."
"You get kidnapped like that again, an your on your own." he says, no real menace in his voice, and gingerly puts an arm around her.
They walk out of the city and head back to the truck, having only given away a few guns. They get to the other side of the fence and are met with empty train tracks.
"Where's the van? We parked it right there." Glen asked, panicked.
"Who could have taken it?" Sam asks
"Merle." Rick answers.
"He's gonna be bringing some vengeance back to camp then." Daryl says, and they set out at a fast pace back to camp.
The cars are just visible when the echo of screams and gunfire reach them.