I went back into the kitchen and retrieved the can I'd dropped, intending to leave as soon as I could find a way out without Merle noticing. It was strange talking to Daryl alone, and it was until after I'd said what I did that I realised I was being mean. It was uncalled for, and although it was the truth, if Daryl didn't want to believe it he shouldn't have to. I sighed - I seem to be doing a lot of that lately - and found my way back into the garden. There was a biter trailing along the fence, and I tried my best to edge my way around it without it noticing me. There was another shed in this garden, but this time it didn't look like a prison and was chain-free. I opened the door and there wasn't anyone in there except for myself, thankfully. I wondered why on earth there would be a biter trapped in a shed as I grabbed a rusty shovel that was hung up on the shed wall, but then realised people might have wanted to keep it in case of a cure or whatever. It made sense, but I didn't want to get my hopes up by believing in a cure. Besides, I had no-one left anyway.
I took out the biter that was walking around the garden and towards me with a few whacks of the shovel, and then decided to try and eat again. I wiped the shovel on the grass and made sure it was relatively clean of biter-blood before whacking the can open with it.
"Woah lil' brother, what a pleasant surr-prise we have here," I heard Merle's familiar drawl. "Sittin' out by herself havin' a lonely ol' picnic." I turned to look at them and saw Daryl staring at the ground. "Been here long, missee?"
"Not long enough." I breathed. "Look out behind you." I added casually as two biters appeared behind Merle and Daryl. Merle simply laughed as he turned around and hit one in the head with the end of his gun. Daryl lifted his crossbow but Merle told him "to leave it."
"This ones for her," he said, referring to me. "She seems to have done a might fine job on that'en."
I looked at the biter I'd taken out earlier and wiped my forehead with my sleeve. I didn't want to have to put this one down too, but it seemed like I was the only one who would.
"Whatever," Daryl said, slinging his crossbow over his arm. "I'ma go out front, see if there's any of those sons of bitches out there." He walked away, and Merle's gaze turned towards me.
"Well?" he asked. "He's getting closer to your pretty face." I stood up, placing my tin of food on the floor and raised my shovel. The biter ran towards me, using it's only arm to grab at my neck but I was too quick - one swipe of the shovel and it's head fell straight off, still snapping away. I was suprised and amazed at how easily I'd done it, but was focusing more on whether Merle was impressed or not for whatever reason.
"Woah-o-oah little lady," he chuckled. "Daryl, looks like we got 'urselves a ninja over here."
My smile dropped. He was being a sarcastic dickhead, as I should have expected.
"You know, that was pretty badass, not normal behaviour for any lady I've seen," he remarked, edging closer. "Not that I've seen a lady in a while.."
I walked away before he tried anything more, picking up my food and dragging my shovel behind me as I went.