Ahhh! Exams suck!

So sorry I haven't updated! *BAD, BAD, LOLA!*

Anyway, here's the next chapter xD

Bit of random humour. I was bored, so what the hey, I had to make this scene more interesting.

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nekuranekomegami : Thanks! Glad you like Nicole.. I'm real proud of her xD

Ida-J : Well here it is! Hope you like xD

Matty: Thanks! And I figured it's the end of the world, people can't just all become humour-less statues, you know? Hence Nicole xD And the pizzaboy/stripper thing wasn't even planned... it just sort of happened, so glad you like it !

Azure's Temptation : I am SO continuing this, so don't worry! Just been busy with exams and finals recently. College bites xD And glad I make you scared for her, lol! It is my goal to make my readers care about Nicole xD And with the whole age thing, you'll find out soon how they deal with that xD And I know she's kind of young, but then again most 15 year olds I know would probably last longer then I would in the ZA! Especially if they watch zombie movies all the time ! xD

"That's just wrong on so many levels." I muttered, scrunching up my nose at the severed hand in Glenn's backpack. I knew for sure that no matter how freaking hungry I got, those granola bars at the bottom of the bag were getting nowhere near my mouth. Daryl shot a glare my way then looked away, lifting his crossbow and following the trail of dried blood along the roof. He hadn't given up on his brother just yet.

"This way," He muttered, jerking his head forward as he stalked off across the roof. We reached an open door and the five of us flooded in cautiously, various weapons raised warily and ready. I took up the rear as we slowly made our way down a flight of stairs, looking over the railings to check for anything on the lower floors.

"Merle!" Daryl called out, "Merle you in here?"

I rolled my eyes. What was it with these people? Did they just have no clue how to keep hidden? 'Okay, Daryl, let's shout out to the 'walkers' on the lower floors so they know there's food on the way and they come and eat us'. Brilliant.

"Nicole," Glenn whispered. I turned around and he jerked his head towards a door in front of me. I heard the tell-tale shuffling of feet and let Daryl go first, trusting his crossbow over my baseball bat. There was a swoosh of the arrow and then the rest of us entered the hall after him. There were a few empty offices, papers scattered everywhere and dried blood decorating the walls. There was a large room at the end of the hall and Daryl led us down towards it. As we checked the offices for Walkers I spotted that Rick had his revolver in his hands. I noticed Daryl hadn't gone off on a bitch-fit about his gun, but he had on mine. That made me feel so special.

We entered the room at the end of the hallway and found two freshly re-dead Walker-Vics on the ground with matching brutal head wounds, I guessed from the small metal wrench on the floor that was covered in blood. Damn - In an office building? Captain Idiot sure was resourceful.

"Had enough in him to take out these two sumbitches." Daryl muttered, examining his brother's work. "One-handed." He bent down to load his crossbow. I remembered what I learned about archery from summer camp and imagined the draw weight to be pretty heavy on one of those. Like 100-plus-pounds heavy. "Toughest asshole I ever met, my brother. Feed him a hammer, he'd crap out nails."

"Any man can pass out from blood loss." Rick raised his gun and began walking past him, "Not matter how tough he is."

I saw Glenn walk behind Daryl and he turned to me, stretching his mouth out with his fingers and making his eyes go huge. I couldn't smother a giggle and I cursed mentally, covering my face with my free hand.

"What's so fuckin' funny, lil girl?" Daryl barked.

"Nothin'." I said innocently. But Glenn wasn't done yet. He got as close to the redneck as he dared and made 'bunny ears' with two of his fingers, sticking his tongue out at me. I laughed again and looked away. Daryl took a step forward but I still couldn't stop smiling at Glenn, who was now doing imitations of him behind his back, making his face go all 'serious' and pretending to fire a crossbow at the back of Daryl's head.

"I think you need to shut up and focus on the mission, here."

I couldn't look at him when I answered, "I think you need to... to- look behind you." A fit of giggles came over me and I actually snorted I laughed so hard. Daryl spun around and caught Glenn half-way through his draw-back-of-the-crossbow-with-a-mean-face imitation. That's all it took, and Glenn started cackling. Daryl stiffened as he turned to me, and he drew his hand back slowly. I wasn't in the mood to get hit so I pulled a move my friend Mark used to pull when he knew he was about to get his ass kicked. I rolled my eyes and, still laughing, slid passed him to where Rick and T-Dog were. It worked. Daryl just stood there all confused.

I raised my bat at the ready as we moved through another door, Daryl shoving past me and making a good impact to my shoulder as he did. I shot my leg out and kicked his shin and he let out an involuntary yelp, not expecting it. He glowered at me and I smirked. Yes, Dixon. Nicole Walker. Most likely to fight back. He narrowed his eyes and turned away.

"Merle!" He called out.

"We're not alone, here!" Rick whispered harshly. "Remember?"

AKA - Shut up, Daryl. Thank-you, Rick! I sighed mentally.

"Screw that!" Daryl snapped. "He could be bleedin' out, you said so yourself."

We ignored him and entered the next room - a sort of kitchen, pots and pans strewn along the counters, blood dotting the floor. We followed the blood trail to a stove, burners still on and blue flames licking at the air. Rick picked up a piece of metal that had some sort of black charcoaled stuff on it.

"What's that burnt stuff?" Glenn voiced my question.

"Skin."

"I knew he was going to say that." I mumbled.

"He cauterized the stump." Rick explained. Glenn's face turned green as the smell of human barbeque reached our noses. I would have puked, back in the day. But after the whole Wayne Dunlap 'meat suit' incident? I didn't think anything could gross me out, anymore.

"Told you he was tough." Daryl said. "Nobody can kill Merle, but Merle."

"Don't take that on faith." Rick said, looking at the mess across the counter. "He's lost a lot of blood."

"Not to mention a hand." I added darkly. Daryl looked over my shoulder and smirked,

"Didn't stop him from bustin' out of this death trap."

He walked past me, this time making sure not to hit my shoulder, and motioned to a mess of broken glass where a window had been shattered. The blood trail told us Merle had climbed out the window and onto the fire escape, into the Vic-infested city.

Captain Idiot strikes again!