By Any Means Necessary

by Fic Writer From Texas

It's a new world where the dead walk, there's no government, no justice system, a world where it's truly survival of the fittest, where the strong prey on the weak, and there's only one rule. Survive by any means necessary! Can Jake, his two friends, and his teen cousin Jase use the skills they've acquired over their lifetime in order to ensure their and their groups survival? AU.

4. Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Confinement and City Troubles

It'd been twenty minutes since what happened in the Quarry and it was the decision of majority of the camp that he be confined to his tent without any weapons until the group that went into the city returned and they would be able to have a vote about what was to be done with him and Ed. Him, because he destroyed the other man's face and apparently went 'too far' causing everyone to see him as a danger to the group, a threat and therefore 'something' had to be done. The reason behind the Peletier male 'awaiting trial' was because he had struck a woman and though it was the end of the world such an act was still not tolerated and the man had attacked another member of the group as well. While he'd been the one to take the beating he'd still pay for his actions.

Upon returning to camp he told Jase to head over to Amy and allow her to help him get cleaned up then he was to go wake up Rone and tell him the situation as well as to keep hs walkie on in case the 'rescue team' decided to make contact. Carol wanted to stick by his side, but he was able to convince to go get herself cleaned up and reminded her that she needed to take care of Sophia along with keep on eye on her since she'd more than likely try to get to him.

He grabbed his canteen and opened it before reaching into the duffle bag carrying his clothes and pulled out a cloth before dousing the fabric in water. Once that was done he set closed the canteen and set it down then wrung the cloth followed by dapping it against his dry blood covered knuckles which were surely going to bruise. Afterwards he'd checked himself over seeing as he will be getting bruises along his back because of the rock and with his adrenaline fading they were starting to sting a bit.

It took longer than he'd like, but after a good ten minute his knuckles were blood free although the bruising was already becoming visible. Once he was done he tossed the rag on the ground before removing his shirt and due to the stinging sensation of where his side met the rock and the places where they really dug in while he was rolling, it hurt to stretch though he pushed on and after his shirt was discarded he lay down on his cot and decided to take a nap and let his body recover.

'Wonder how it's going on Bears end' he thought to himself before getting as comfortable as he could and then slowly drifting off to sleep.

"Alright, this way" Glenn said lowly as he turned down another, fortunately, empty alleyway as he led the group to the building where Merle had been left. T-Dog was right behind him, then it was Rick, followed by Shane, Daryl, and lastly himself seeing as he was the one with military training and a rifle which they thought couldn't be great for taking out threats within feet of him and obviously they'd never seen him never actually use his rifle, but let's just say he was no sitting target. Plus, there was the Colt 1911 on his thigh which he'd be able to draw at the drop of a pin.

They'd abandoned the SUV about twenty minutes ago on the side of some railway tracks and began hoofing it the rest of the since it would attract less walker attention and they didn't want it being surrounded by the undead leaving them without an escape vehicle. The train had, in a way, been closer to camp than the actually building so the group had been able to cut some time off their travel plans though then again who knew how long this could take.

Sure, they had a plan which was to go in and get Merle then the guns Rick dropped further down the street followed by them getting the fuck back out the city. Though, he knew he best between the six of them that plans didn't always go as planned and most times had a tendency to go sideways. Sometimes severely and usually when that happens someone ends up dead, he knew that all to well as well.

Hence, the motto he and Jake had decided to go by during their time both with the army and their job afterwards which was. Make a plan, initiate the plan, except the plan to go wrong, then throw away the plan. While, yes in the Army they had orders and they were not to disobey, but sometimes you had to improvise when in a sticky situation. It was especially said for their second occupation were more often than they liked would have to make shit up as they go.

"How long until we reach the damn place?" Shane questioned from the center of the group and sounding a mixture of annoyance along with slight anger that they weren't there already. He hadn't wanted to be here in the first place which he was still upset about.

"With our current pace and depending on walker traffic, another twenty minutes at most" Glenn replied from the front as he hugged the closest wall and checked the street for any of the undead. The shaggy haired former deputy grunted unhappily at the answer as he stopped behind Rick against the wall.

The fact that they'd only encountered a total of five walkers since they began hoofing it had him concerned and he didn't like it one bit. His grip on the handle of his rifle tightened and his already caution filled body only grew moreso, if that were any at all possible. Hopefully, they didn't encounter the same shit storm the group did the day before because he doubted they all make it out.

"Clear, let's move!" the Korean male whispered shouted before pushing off the wall and heading around the corner and down the abandoned street. Everyone quickly followed moving as quickly and as quietly as they could.

They were six men, each with their own thoughts of how to escape the city should things go to shit, though two of them were old friends but with what Jake has been telling him about what Lori told him, Rick may not be so safe with Shane at his back. Would you protect the man whose wife you've been fucking and growing emotions for more than likely cut you off when her husband returned, alive and well, and now he was the one standing between you two and what you once had?

In reality nobody in their group truly trusted the other, which they shouldn't but in trying times you need to band together, and if it came down to it they would more than likely end up being every man for himself. If you asked him who he personally thought would survive that 'break-up' then he'd say himself due to his training and 'gear', Glenn because he was quick and knew the city best, and Daryl because he was a hunter and wouldn't hesitate what needed to be done. T-Dog didn't appear like much of a threat, Rick and Shane would more than likely be fighting amongst each other until one or the other was dead, forgetting all about the rest of them.

Bear was pulled from his thoughts when he spotted a group of about five walkers in his peripheral vision about thirty yards away and quickly aimed his rifle at them. "Walkers" he quickly and in a low tone informed the others of their 'unwanted' company and each of them turned to see the threat just as the flesh eaters noticed their presence and began heading for them, expecting an easy meal which they wouldn't be getting.

"Can you take them out before they get to us?" Rick asked only for him to throw the older male a look which asked if he was being serious. "What?" He asked when he noticed the gaze he was getting.

Deciding not to give a verbal answer, he only shook his head before turning back to the walkers who were closer than they were a few seconds ago and without any hesitation he lowered his rifle then pulled his Colt from its holster and fired five consistent suppressed shots with one going into each of the walkers heads before reholstering it and lifting up his baby once again. Sure, it may have been a waste of ammunition seeing as they could've easily used their blades, but that would take too much time and they were on a time frame.

They wanted out of the city before dark, but then again wanting and actually doing are two different things.

"Damn, nice shots" the Grimes male praised as he stared at the fully dead corpses for a second before turning and give him a nod.

"Thanks" the former SSG returned the nod then turned his head and gestured for Glenn to finish leading the way which the slightly younger male nodded at before turning and going back to doing his job. Everyone quickly fell back into line behind him and they went back to their mission.

Another twenty minutes and about fifteen more walkers later the group had finally reached the building the group had left Merle atop of. The former Army Ranger lowered his rifle and drew his suppressed Colt since if any walkers were instead it'd be close quarters combat and the smaller weapon allowed for better and quicker movements.

Once inside they saw only one straggler which Daryl wasted no time in killing before they all made their way to the roof only to find the eldest Dixon was gone, but his hand which he appeared to have sawed off was left behind and surrounded by dried blood. The younger of the two brothers let out an anguished cry at the sight of his brothers severed hand and then lifted his bow and aimed it at T-Dog which in-turn caused Rick and Shane to aim their weapons at him.

Bear ignored them, couldn't they understand the man had just seen his brothers severed hand lying on the ground, as they began to argue about Merler who looks to have gotten himself off the roof. Whether he died somewhere within the building had yet to be seen or had somehow gotten himself out was yet to be seen. So, not wanting to waste time arguing he decided to follow the blood trail and with his gun raised he re-entered the building and began his search.

Making his way down the stairs he came across an undead straggler that wasn't the older Dixon and quickly took it out before continuing on his way only to find two more dead walkers and it appeared Merle had killed them. S.o.b was tougher than everyone thought.

Going back to following the blood trail and what appeared to be the smell of burnt flesh the former Ranger entered what looked to be a kitchen, which after scanning the room for threats his eyes landed on the stove top which was on, but what really caught his eyes was the steel iron resting next to the flame. Making his way over he shut off the stove before using the rag around the iron's handle to lift it up and see the cooked flesh attached to it just as the other came into the room.

"What the hell is that?" Glenn asked looking curious yet disgusted at the pieces that were hanging off the sides along with the dried blood.

"This is an steel iron which Merle heated up and then used to cauterize his wound in order to stop the bleeding. It works, but you can only go so long before without medically treating it then infection starts to set in" Bear explained as he put the iron back on the stovetop and then heading over to the destroyed window he'd also noticed, but decided not to pay it too much attention for the moment seeing as it didn't register as an immediate threat.

"Looks like he broke out this bitch" Daryl said in his usual southern drawl as he looked out the window and searched the alleyway seeing if he might catch sight of his brother, but by the look on his face when he pulled his head back in, no luck.

"Why would he leave?" Glenn asked sounding naturally curious as to why the elder Dixon would leave the safety of the building in order to do whatever it is he left to do. Maybe he went back to camp, but they wouldn't be sure until either they returned or one of them broke radio silence.

Plus, if he was going back he might not be too happy about being left behind. So, Bears concern was that they came for nothing and if Merle had gone back to camp he and the group might return only to see the older Dixons dead body on the ground with bullet holes in it.

"Because y'all left his ass behind that's why. He prolly already heading back ta camp as we speak" the younger brother claimed with his voice once again filling with anger and causing him to start speaking louder than the members of the group comfortable with. He looked around at everyone only to see Rick roll his eyes and the two started having another argument.

His eyes landed on Shane that looked ever more annoyed that they were here especially, since the reason they came in the first place was nowhere to be found and they were just wasting time. He also seemed to be getting more upset the more Rick and Daryl keep wasting time arguing about someone who he thought was a worthless piece of shit, but in all honesty Merle was worth more to the group than they realized while Shane wasn't really that important.

Between the two the elder Dixon knew how to hunt, skin a deer, fix a vehicle, make a snare, could actually tell you what was and wasn't edible, and had military experience even though he was discharged from duty he still had the training. While Shane was a former deputy who didn't grow up hunting and it wasn't like he could with his fucking shotgun, he didn't really know what was edible and usually made shit up, and he had police officer training and while that wasn't useless he was still a lesser important variable for survival compared to the other man.

"Listen, I think we should get the bag of guns before we do anything. While, yes we all have weapons, but it never hurts to have extra, plus ammunition" Rick told the group who he looked over only to for them to be looking back at him to explain further as he then turned to Glenn. "Do you think you can get me too them?" He asked the korean male who looked unsure before taking a deep breath.

"I'll get them, I'm quicker than you and you're a better shot than I am. Though, we're going to do this my way" the former pizza delivery boy stated as he then kneeled down on the floor and began coming up with and explaining a plan.

The sound of his tent zipper being unzipped woke him from slumber and he looked towards the tents entrance with half-lidded eyes with one hand under his pillow where it grasped the handle of his hidden Taurus Tracker in case whoever was entering was a someone dangerous. When the flaps were pushed aside and his 'guest', who was dangerous but not to him and wearing a different set of clothes than earlier, entered carrying what looked like a bowl of water and pain cream before turning and zipping the flaps closed.

"How long has it been since we got back to camp?" He asked in a groggy voice which appeared to startle his guest before her shoulders relaxed and she turned to face him with her green eyes locking in on his dark green with a grey haze.

"No more than an hour" Carol replies and he can see her cheek and split lip had been cleaned, but were now both puffy. It upset him that he hadn't been there to stop her from getting hit and to look upon her hurt face, but then again she could've suffered worse had it not been for Jase or him. Ed didn't get what he deserved, least not fully.

The Peletier matriarch then walks over to him and covers the distance from the flaps to his double size cot in a few strides. He slides over to give her room to sit down if she so chose to do so. The sheet covering his body sleeps away and he can see her sightly gawk at him before averting her gaze and kneels to put the bowl on the ground as she flushes slightly.

It wasn't the first time she'd seen him shirtless, when he trained her most of the time he was without a shirt. Though, he supposes after their moment that morning things had changed between them and like he admitted to himself earlier, he wanted to see where it led.

"What's the cream for?" He asked gesturing with his head to the bottle resting beside the bowl of water which appeared to have a rag inside. "I already cleaned my knuckles" J informs her and as if to cement this he shows her his now bruised knuckles with one of them appearing to have cut itself open on Ed's face, he eyes widen at the sight of the bruising.

"It's numbs the bruised area while also making it smell good" she tells him while softly grabbing both his hands on her own and softly runs her thumbs over his knuckles. He felt the slight pain that came from it, but he's felt worse and so he kept himself from expressing his discomfort.

"Think you have enough?" The former Army Ranger questions and when the grey haired woman looks up and silently questions what he means he tilts his head gesturing to his side which, like he knew it would, bruised up along with a good portion of his back that had randoms spots from the rocks. Her eyes almost bug out of her head and he can tell she wasn't thinking when she sat on the cot and softly, but forcefully tugged on him until he was on his side and began running her hand over his back.

"I need to fully clean your side and back before I can apply the cream. Won't do much go if its being stopped from doing its jobs by dried sweat and dirt that may have gotten through your shirt" the Peletier woman tells him before she reaches over the edge and pick the bowl up then sets it near her prior to grabbing the wet rag and wringing the water from it. "Tell me if this hurts" she mentions as she softly places the rag on his side.

"You're fine, I've felt worse" he tells her as she wipes his side. Jake doesn't really know where to look, that is until he sees how much the tank top she was wearing hung off her skin leaving her black bra covered breasts visible to his eyes. He shouldn't be staring like some teenager who's seeing a woman's chest for the first time, he knows this and had seen a woman's chest no more than an hour and half ago and many times before then, but he can't stop looking. Watching as they slightly jiggle with each movement of her arm.

"If I wasn't okay with you staring, I'd probably have told you something by now and slapped you across the face" she tells him and his gaze lifts up to her face to see that her gaze was already on his and a small teasing smirk had pulled at the corner of her lips. Not one to be outdone and letting his 'serious' facade slip, he decided to see who would cave first.

"Well, I thought it only be fair that I be allowed to peek seeing as you're getting the full view" he replies with a teasing smirk of his own forming at the corner of his lips and even goes to the length of gesturing to his bare torso where the hand with the rag had still then to his hip where her other hand was atop his pants using it to hold herself up. A mischievous glint flashes in her eyes and he's not afraid of it, but rather curious as to see what would come from it.

"I suppose you're right, it's only fair" Carol tells him and the look she had on her face earlier when they were having that little moment in her tent she removed her hands from his body, leaving the rag where it was on his side, before fully kneeling on his cot facing him then reached down for the hem of her shirt.

The former SFC raised an eyebrow, which she returned, at her action before she went and pulled the piece of clothing clear over her head and tossed it on his dufflebag a couple feet away. Then as if that wasn't enough, she reached behind her going for the clasp of her bra and while he was mentally telling himself to stop her and make sure this is what she wanted, it registered in his mind that this was a different and free Carol who didn't do a damn thing she didn't want to.

His eyes watched as her cups loosened on her breasts and her bra straps moved to fall off her shoulder before she, as if it were a band aid and while she still had the confidence to do so, removed her bra and tossed it atop her shirt, the beauty before him was now completely bare to him from the waist up. The Peletier woman didn't even both to cover her chest with her hands and instead rubbed her hands along her thighs which he gaze was staring at, as if afraid of what he'd say or if he would look at her disgusted.

While yes, she was a little on the skinny side, but he blamed that on her abusive former husband and the camps lack luster of food that had actual protein which would put muscle on your bones, not to mention how every only ever got enough portion wise to fill them up slightly. Other than that, she was beautiful and her breast were firmer and perkier than one would think which he thought was hot. Though he ran his gaze over all over her, stopping briefly at the waistband of her pants where a piece of black fabric peeked out, those green with a haze of grey colored eyes focused more on her breasts.

"You're beautiful" he whispered and it appeared she wasn't expecting that answer because she lifted her gaze to show that it was one of shock. She moved to say something, but he cut her off by pulling her, she lightly yelped in surprise, atop him as he moved to lay on his back. Then without wasting anymore time crashed his lips on her. The woman above him was still for a moment before she returned the kiss and like earlier wasn't long before it got heated.

With his mind occupied on something else he wouldn't be feeling much of anything that wasn't her body against his or the tent that was forming in his pants, which was why he thought cleaning his torso and putting the pain cream on could wait because god, she made him feel like an inpatient teenage boy. That is until she put her hands on his chest and pushed herself away from him breaking the kiss.

"Clean and cream, then more of this after. A lot more" she whispers and teasingly ghosts her lips over his and he moves forwards to capture them only for her to pull back with a small playful smirk. "Deal?" The Peletier matriarch asks with an eyebrow raised in question and her breasts on full display. Carol then grasps one of his arms and moves it to her chest where she allowed him to cup one of her breasts, which she moaned lowly at the contact, but it was only for a few seconds before she removed his hand and gave him a look that repeated her question.

"Fuck, fine. Deal" he caves. Damn, he's so weak and he's not even sex deprived. It's just what she does to him, she's subtly dug her way into his heart. Carol drops his hand then moves grab the rag and without having he get up he spins under her onto his stomach as she then goes back to wiping him down as if they weren't just making out like a bunch of teenagers.

'Not the worst plan I've ever been apart of' Bear thought to himself as he lay atop a ledge with the SR-25 per setup on its bipod with the extra beside it and his eye gazing through the scope and finger on the trigger. Down below him was Glenn preparing to make a run for the bag of guns along with Shane and Daryl who'd be making sure the alley was clear for his return while Rick and T-Dog were a bit further down the street acting a plan B extraction point.

Reaching his left hand down towards where his open pack rested against the ledge he dug through his things until he pulled out a couple slim jims and quickly tears one open and takes a bite out of it without so much as moving either his eyes or finger from the weapon. As he's chewing a whistle comes from down below which was serving as the signal that it was showtime and, so after another bite he properly aim the SR-25 and watches as the Korean male makes his way down the street as fast as his feet can take him while dodging undead stragglers as he goes.

Aiming the barrel at a walker that's about to grab for former pizza delivery boy he quickly takes the shots sending a bullet into its skull killing it then comes out the other side with rotten brain splatting on the floor. The former Army Ranger fires off a couple more rounds into two other walkers killing them and just as he goes back to watching the runner, the male disappears from view which he knew would happen.

Bear begins to countdown the seconds that Glenn said should take him to grab the weapons before returning back to view and making his way back to Shane and Daryl.

"Ayudame!" A male teenagers voice starts shouting from down below and as much as he wants to look, his gaze stays where it is knowing that the two down below should be able to handle the situation.

"Ayudame!" The teen shouts again and he begins to wonder who the hell he's calling out to for help. That is until it registers that this kid has others with him, a group, and just like he figured the plan had gone to shit.

"Ayuda-" the kid was cut off abruptly and thinking one of the two down below did something he moved towards the edge and looked down below to see a hispanic teen in a white tank top resting against the wall while on his ass. In front of him the two members of his group were arguing with one another and didn't see the two hispanic males making their way down the alley both holding bats.

"Watch out!" The former SSG shouted down to the two idiots below who didn't hear him over their arguing and ended up being ambushed and getting beaten on by the two others. Someone appeared in his peripheral and he turned his gaze which landed on Glenn who looked shocked at what was happening.

There was then a shotgun being fired and his gazed turned back to the fight only to see one of the attackers land on his back, dead, a couple feet away from the former deputy with a shotgun blast in his chest. The area had grown still and quiet until it was broken by the sound of screeching tires which drew everyone's attention.

Out of an classic Cadillac hopped out another three hispanic men with one of them holding a snub nose revolver and the other two holding bats though instead of attacking each grabbed Glenn by an arm and began dragging him away. Not one to let a team member be taken by the enemy he aimed down the scope of his rifle and fired a round into one of the guys' knee causing him to drop both the bat and let go of the korean male and falling to the floor while screaming out.

The guy with the revolver ducked down to check on his friend just as the shaggy hair dick fired off another round which landed into the back of the man still holding Glenn, who instantly fell to the floor dead. Not wanting to die the last hispanic male holding his bat hit both Shane and Daryl in the back of the head just before running over towards his companion and they both grabbed the former pizza delivery boy.

Bear was just about to fire another round which would wound another one of the men and give his team member a sufficient amount of time to get away, but the revolver wielder aimed his gun up towards him and fired a round which scraped the side of his cheek and earlobe which caused him to pull back into cover which gave the two hispanic males the opening they needed to drag Glenn into the car, but not before one of them let out a pain filled scream followed by the screeching of tires.

Standing up and aiming his rifle towards the street which the car was hauling ass down and he was about to fire off a shot into the driver, but held up when he realized that his actions could result in an accident which could kill his group member and if that didn't then the walkers filling the street surely would. Cursing himself for taking his eyes off the slightly younger male and not having his back he quickly threw his extra ammo and slim jims, one was still open though he didn't care, into his pack which he zipped up and quickly began making his way to the fire escape where he made a quick descent just as Rick and T-Dog appeared.

Once his boots were on the ground the former SSG turned towards the remnants of his group to see Rick talking with both Shane and Daryl who were rubbing the backs of their heads where they'd been hit while T-Dog watched the hispanic teen. The older hispanic male had either passed out from pain or knocked out because his pained cries were drawing in more walkers. The bag of guns had risked his life to get lay at the feet of the three talking men.

"Hey, we need to get out of the alley before more walkers show up, we'll discuss what the fuck just happened and then find out where they took Glenn, for right now each of you shut the fuck up and let's go!" He shouted at the three men who had gone quiet at the raise of his voice and each looked like they wanted to argue, but his glare along with the sound of the dumpster that had been pushed against the fence screeching across the ground let them know that the amount of undead piling against the fence and trying to get to them were moving the waste storage.

For some odd reason, he felt like Jake with how he was dishing out orders.

Jake who had been laying on his belly while Carol slowly, painfully so, rubbed the cream on his back from her seated position atop his hips sneezed.

"Bless you" Carol replied as she rubbed a particular painful area and it took some doing to keep quiet.

"Thank you" he responded which caused the woman to smile though he couldn't see it. 'Somebody is talking about me' the male mentally claims to himself and wonder who the person could be, but tossed it out the window and decided to just enjoy the massage he was getting.

"In here" Bear ordered the group as he pulled open the door to the building they were in earlier. T-Dog entered first, followed by the teen who had Ricks python aimed at his back, Rick, and lastly Shane and Daryl who were carrying the unconscious hispanic male. Once inside himself he bolted the door as best he could before heading up the stairs and finding the group gathered in what appeared to be a storage room that had been slightly cleared out, must've been before the Outbreak.

It was time to get information about where Glenn was taken and judging by the look on the teens face he wouldn't be talking, least not yet. He just hoped they didn't have to resort to such drastic measures to get what they needed. The teen was just a kid. Plus, they had two former cops who've probably done the whole good cop bad cop act many times before, him a former Army Ranger who's seen a fair share of information gathering, and then there's Daryl who looked pissed off that he just got his ass kicked.

He'd be last resort. For now, they needed to discuss what went wrong with the plan.

-x-

Okay, so the whole good cop bad cop act hadn't worked which meant either this kid was confident in his ability to keep his mouth shut, he'd seen to many movies where the act had taken place, or at one point in time may have found himself in an interrogation room. Either way, plan A hadn't worked, so it was time for plan B. Him.

"Mira, no quiero hacerte daño, pero si no me dices dóndé está mi amigo, voy a tener que" he fluently spoke to the teen in Spanish which seemed to have caught him off guard along with the rest of them. Though, he didn't see why the members of his group shouldn't know he could speak it, he was hispanic spoke it sometimes with Jake, Jase, Rone, and sometimes Morales though mostly when the joke he's saying is funnier in spanish.

"Si no me dices que voy a dejar que mi amigo campesino de allá te vaya y acaba de cortar la mano de la último person que lo molesto" he told teen who looked both scared, but defiant as if he wanted though also didn't want to believe him. Either way he stayed quiet and continued to not say a word. "Hazlo a tu manera" the former SFC shrugged before walking over to Daryl and whispering "he ain't going to talk, show him Merle's hand and tell him that's what happened to the last person who pissed you off. I know it ain't right, but making him think we'll do the same to him will make the kid talk."

The younger Dixon nodded his head while keeping his face stoic though his eyes showed that he was uncomfortable using his brother's severed hand, but if he thought it'd work and get back a member of their group then he'd do it. Walking over to Glenn's back he popped it open before grabbing a clothing and pulling out the hand.

"My fren here says ya don wan talk, look here what I did to the last guy who piss me off. Took it as a souvenir" Daryl said in the southern twang before tossing his brothers hand on the teens lap who looked down and began freaking out. He fell out of his chair and crawled as far away as he could with a look of fear on his face. "Now, why don't ya tell me where ma fren is or I'm gone do the same to yer ass" the last two words came out as a hiss with an actual bit of venom and authority to it.

"Okay, okay, I'll talk..." the young hispanic male said quickly while holding his hands up in defense. His eyes were wide open and filled with fear and there was no doubt he was just about to tell them everything.

-x-

Bear was once again looking through his scope though this time his sight was locked on the warehouse/garage which Rick, Daryl, and Shane were approaching which was where the teen, whose name he didn't care to learn, had told them his group was holding up in and where Glenn was being held. Hidden behind a broken down wall about twenty feet behind his group members was T-Dog who was holding the man, which the former SFC wounded earlier, that was now tied up and gagged to so he wouldn't be making a lot of noise.

When the steel door slid open and a group of about fifteen men of hispanic descent ranging in different kind of clothing and a range of weapons from melee to firearm, he flipped his SR-25 off safety and had his finger on the trigger ready to fire. The downside to being as far away from the group as he was, was that he couldn't hear anything more of the conversation that was going on than what sounded like mumbling between Rick and who he assumed was the leader of the opposing group.

It didn't take long for the things to get heated especially after the guy who was holding his ass and the same snub nose revolver from earlier, who Daryl claims to have shot in the ass, appeared with his gun raised and aimed at the younger Dixon. Then what he assumed was the topic of the two dead and two captured members of their group was brought up since volumes were raised and then the unknown leader pointed to the roof of the building behind him.

Moving his sight to the gestured direction he saw that Glenn had been ledge and was nearing being thrown off, with a scared shitless look adorning his facial features. This caused a familiar itch to fill his finger and he really wanted to scratch it, but the consequences of doing so could be unbeneficial to his group's safety and he'd rather not be the cause of his group members' deaths. So, instead he held off as he decided to wait and therefore turned his sight back on the three members of his group just as Rick pointed towards him.

The former Sheriff's deputy and the other groups leaded conversed for another couple minutes before the two groups went their own way with the hispanics males going back into their hideout while his group headed back towards where T-Dog was waiting, Rick turned to him and gave him a signal to follow. He hated following orders that weren't given by Jake and instead were being given by a guy who didn't really seem to know what he was doing, and if he were being honest was a little too soft though what can you expect from a guy who's been sleeping up until a little under a week ago.

Had his best friend come with them instead of staying back at camp they would've gotten this all sorted out by now. He would've had the others watch their backs as the two of them snuck in and got their group member back and while sure some people would met their ends in the process and a couple things might've gone boom, but things would be done.

Throwing his pack onto his back and lifting up his rifle he headed back the way he came though made sure that no walkers or members of the other group had come for him and once seeing things were clear double timed over towards the others who were already gathered and discussing what was to be done. They were already arguing, well Rick and Shane were, when he appeared and honestly he was getting annoyed with how this two each tried being the alpha male and it they were really making it hard for him not to knock their asses out or shoot them.

"Look, just because Jake gave us these guns to use doesn't mean they have more of them for us..." Rick claimed which caused Bear to roll his eyes because, yes they did. They had a whole damn trailer full of guns, ammo, and explosive ordinances, but neither were going to say anything about it. "So we're going to need all the guns and ammo we can get, but I think give up a few in order to get Glenn back is worth the payment."

"Listen, I get that he's apart of the group and all, but we need to cut our losses and get the fuck outta dodge. We may have the superior weaponry, but they have the numbers and can easily overtake us if they wanted and in the end we all end up dead. So, I say we leave" Shane argued back with his shotgun resting against his shoulder and a careless look on his face.

Daryl, had a neutral look on his face which showed that he wasn't surprised by what the former shaggy haired deputy had just said and honestly neither was he. The man had been after the Dixon's since they arrived at camp and the he'd been the same with Jake after he beat the shit out of Ed and accused Shane of knowing and not doing a damn thing, because it was true. T-Dog did look shocked, as did the teen and hispanic male who was sitting on the ground while Rick looked disgusted at his friend's words.

How can you say something like that? You don't sound like the my best friend, I don't even know you are right now" The Grimes male claimed as he looked at his friend who appeared unaffected by the other man's words, as if he couldn't care less.

"It's because unlike you I've seen and come to accept how things are now in this age in time. You're not the guy who's going to be able to make the big decisions like this one Rick. You aren't the guy who is going to keep your family safe. They're going to end up dead because of you" Shane responded in a neutral voice and he had this glint in his eyes that silently said what he hadn't verbally and this got a response out of his best friend.

The older of the two former deputies swung his right hand across the table at the man standing in front of him and clocking the shaggy haired dickhead across the face with a right hook that sent his 'best friend' to the ground. Shane moved to get up, but Rick was already on him about to swing away at the fences though was pulled of by Bear who, as much as he wanted to watch the officer dickhead get hit, figured now wasn't the time especially with Glenn's life depending on them.

"Now isn't the time to be fighting, Glenn needs us. Have your cock fight later, right now we got work that needs to be done" the former SSG stated as he practically tossed Rick towards the table while the other male stayed on the floor looking pissed and shocked by what just happened. "Look, offer these guys half the guns and then let's get the hell out of dodge" he continued while walking over towards the bag of guns and opened it to see what weapons would be worth keeping.

After pulling out a few of the weapons and some ammo he searched the building they were in and fortunately, found a duffle bag that could be used to carry the guns that would be given away so that they wouldn't give away the only bag big enough to carry their half. Once the guns were separated in their own bags he gestured for the others that it was time for the meet and therefore, they gathered up their things and headed out even the guy who would be having trouble walking.

Since Bear, Rick, Daryl, and T-Dog were so concentrated on going and getting Glenn back neither of them noticed that Shane hadn't tagged along and instead grabbed the bag of guns that was meant for the group and making his way out the front door. He checked for walkers and when he saw none he headed back the way they came intending on leaving the group behind. Lifting up his right hand he pulled out the keys he'd taken from Rick's pocket when the other man got atop him to pound his face in.

He wouldn't admit it outloud, but he was hoping they all died because that would get rid of some of his problems. Bear wouldn't be there to back Jake up anymore, Rick could no longer keep him and Lori apart, Daryl would no longer be a thorn in his ass, and T-Dog and Glenn while not a bother neither really contributed to the protection of the group nor could either of them lead it. Least in his eyes.

While the piece of shit former deputy made his way towards the SUV, Bear and the others arrived outside the building where the 'Vatos', which was Rick said they called themselves, were holding up and not long after did the steel door open and out walked the group. The leader gestured for them to follow and Bear took off his bag while pretended to check for something, but was really preparing the C4 he had inside in case things go bad and without anyone noticing slipped the detonator into his jacket pocket.

Once inside a conversation was had between G, the Vatos leader, and Rick and judging by how the bag of guns was pointed towards he knew what the convo was about, but didn't pay it any mind seeing as his gaze was running over everyone present looking for any threats that needed immediate attention. The former SSG only returned his attention back to the two men talking when an old woman appeared talking about how someone was having a medical emergency when she noticed Rick in his deputy uniform and asked if he was there to take her grandson away which he responded by saying no and that they were only looking for a friend.

A couple more minutes after that they were leaded out of the warehouse into an opening where there was a path and small playground before the group were lead into an old folks home where 'Vatos' could be seen everyone talking to or taking care of the senior citizens that were there. The four men then entered what looked like the cafeteria or at least the common room where people were gathered around someone.

When they created a path for them they saw an old dark skinned man having an asthma attack and standing a couple feet to the side was Glenn unharmed and without any binds while looking concerned about the man who was given an inhaler. Once that was taken care of Rick said something to the Vatos leader and walked away until he reached and empty room and entered and there is where a conversation was had, apologies for given for the men who were killed, and the bag full of half the guns and ammo were handed over so that these people could protect themselves.

"Uh, guys, where's Shane?" The Korean male asked while his eyes scanned the group searching for an answer and this in turn caused them to turn, expecting to see the shaggy haired male, but saw no one there.

"I been meaning to ask where that shaggy haired gringo was" G or Guillermo stated as he looked at Rick who then began checking his pockets and then his eyes widened before lifting his gaze to Bear who just by looking at the man knew what happened.

"That motherfucker, I'm going to gut that son of a bitch when I see him" he muttered angrily before checking to see his rifle had a round in the chamber then headed for the exit with the others hot on his tail. He could hear Rick telling the others what had happened and once they were fully out of the Vatos HQ they ran for the building they had been in to find it empty with the guns gone.

"Son of a bitch took the guns, he's more than likely headed back for camp and going to report us all dead more. Oh, there's going to be a big surprise waiting for him when he gets there, if we don't get to him first that is" Bear gritted out before heading for the door and after checking and seeing no walkers he took off his bag and turned off the C4 before pulling out his walkie talkie and contacting the base. The cocksucker wasn't going to get away with what he did.

"Jake..." Rone voice heard a voice call over the C.B. from where he was talking to Morales about what to do with Jim who was currently chained up to a tree. Literally. "Jake, come in brother" it was Bear's voice and with knowing him as long as he did, Ty knew something was wrong and quickly made his way over towards the radio before anyone else could.

"Hey, brother, it's Rone. What's going on?" He asked into the speaker and waited for a reply, most of the camp had gathered around him since they also wanted to hear what was going on. Each of them hoped nothing had gone wrong.

"Get. Me. Jake. Now" He'd only ever heard his friend's voice this angry once and the events the followed landed them all in jail for a night, until they were released by Jake's dad.

"Roger that" was all he replied knowing not to argue with either of his oldest friends when they were angry because he'd just end up on their bad side until they cooled down and that wasn't something he wanted at this point in time. Especially, since Jake was confined to quarters, though it seemed he'd be let out early.

'God help whoever pissed him off...' Tyrone thought as he made his way past the group and towards Jake and Jase's tent with the teen Gonzalez quickly following after him.

A/N: Well here's the new chapter. If you haven't already heard or noticed a somewhat different version of this fic has been uploaded. At the latest two weeks there won't be another update for this fic seeing as I don't have anything more than a quarter of the next chapter done and with my new fic progress will be slowed and because I want to at least get two chapter ahead before posting, but tis not over, not to mention I have work. Though, I will post as soon as possible. Hopefully, I can post sooner Until Next Time. I hope the reviews I get for this chapter aren't that bad. Until Next Time.