Daryl reached out and pressed his hand against Jose's chest keeping the Vato from standing up. "Slow your roll, we ain't here to start no war."
"We just gonna sit here in the bushes all day?" Jose asked. "All these damned walkers in the woods. I wanna do what we got to do and get out of here Esse."
"We wait till the sun goes down. The walkers ain't worried bout us." Daryl said. "And trying to get to that truck with daylight is gonna guarantee they'll be worried about us."
Two of Edgar's men were lounging against the truck that held ammo smoking. The truck also held a tripod mounted machine gun. So far they hadn't noticed the two men hiding in the brush on the hill. One of the men tossed an empty beer bottle on the ground before saying something to the other and heading toward the edge of the road.
"Figured he'd have to take a piss sooner or later." Daryl said. "Just make sure you do it quietly no noise, I'll take care of his buddy."
Jose nodded and dropped to his stomach slithering in the direction of the first man while Daryl began easing his way over to the pickup. The wind changed direction and the man by the truck suddenly said "Goddamn skunks." just as Daryl came up behind him driving his hunting knife into the base of the man's skull.
Daryl looked down into the truck seeing ammo cans and a gas can. Popping the lid, Daryl smiled and said "I guess you do take requests now and then JC." Daryl poured the liquid all round the bed of the truck covering the ammo cans and even opening a few to make sure the gas was everywhere.
Daryl picked up the beer bottle the man had dropped and poured a measure of gas into it making his way quickly back over to the bushes. "Gimme his lighter." Daryl said tearing a strip from the bottom of his shirt and stuffing it into the bottleneck.
"Molotov Cocktail? Damn bro that's going old school." Jose said. Jose flicked the lighter and held the flame to the strip of cloth until it was burning brightly. Daryl cocked his arm back and threw the bottle which landed in the bed of the truck.
"Let's get out of here before the fireworks start." Daryl said slapping Jose on the arm.
Michonne and Andrea looked up at the sound of a distant explosion. It was easy to see the fire from their position on the roof.
"They did it." Andrea said looking back as Merle and Rick joined them.
"Now that's a fire." Merle said with a smile.
Michonne gave Merle a searching look. "I would never have pegged you for an Eddie Murphy fan." She finally said with a smile shaking her head.
"What? That barbecue routine was the funniest thing ever. Trading Places and 48 Hours won't bad neither." Merle said as he spit over the side of the roof.
"Let's just hope they get back safe." Rick said. "Edgar is going to be looking for them."
"I ain't worried bout Edgar, I'm worryin about all the walkers gonna be drawn to the noise." Merle said.
Daryl and Jose were sitting in a small hollowed out cave of Brush and fallen tree limbs. The noise of the explosion seemed to have notified every walker in the state. Daryl was carefully cutting open another skunk to get at the perfume sac.
"Here, the smell is wearing off." Daryl said handing the little stinky gland to Jose who started rubbing it all over his body.
"I'm almost thankful for these stinking bastards right now." Jose said. "Used to have a big problem with them always in my back yard at night." Jose glanced out of the cave. The walkers were making sure to keep their distance but there were a hell of a lot of them.
"Been a while since I seen a herd this big." Daryl said. "When we were leaving Atlanta after we ran into you guys the first time. We were heading out south on 85. Planning on making it to Ft Benning. Had some trouble with one of our vehicles. We had stopped to fix it, scrounge up whatever supplies we could carry. This herd come through.
There was so many dead on the road the walkers couldn't smell us I guess. T-Dog managed to get himself a pretty bad cut. That was the moment when we started to really come together as a group I guess.
I mean looking out for each other, saving each other's asses. That's when we all sort of realized without saying a damned thing that what we thought of as family had changed. It won't about blood no more, it was about all of us keepin each other alive."
"I know what you mean Esse." Jose said. "The old folks in that home? Most of them weren't related to us but we saw G and Felipe doing what they could trying to protect them. My pops was in there, Alzheimers. It wasn't just Vatos that came in and stayed. Had one guy that was MS 13, had another that was a Crip.
Funny how all that gangbanging shit just flew out the window. Didn't take long to realize it was us against the walkers or against those bastards that figured a group of old folks was easy pickings. Lot of shit has turned upside down now."
Daryl glanced outside realizing that there were far fewer walkers. "Looks like we're down to the stragglers, let's get back before Merle decides to send out the search party."