Daryl's sadness quickly changed into anger as he turned, raising his crossbow, aiming it at T-Dog's head. Not a second later, Rick had his gun pressed against Daryl's temple, "I won't hesitate. I don't care if every walker in the city hears it." He said, Cindy stood in front of the crossbow.
"Come on, Daryl. Put it down." Cindy encouraged him softly. His vision blurred as tears began to build up in his eyes. He squeezes his eyes shut in an attempt to wash them away. He slowly lowers his arms, relaxing slightly. Rick then lowered his gun.
"You got a do-rag or something?" Daryl asked T-Dog, who began reaching into his pockets. He pulled out a blue rag from his right pocket and handed it to Daryl.
Daryl leant his crossbow against the pipe, he unfolded the cloth and spread it out on the ground. Kneeling down, he picked up the hand, twirling it around to inspect it, "I guess the saw blade was too dull for the handcuffs. Ain't that a bitch," he said as he placed the hand down on the cloth and wrapped it up. He stood up and looked around the group, he pointed at Glenn and made his way towards him.
He turned Glenn around, opening his backpack to store the hand. Cindy couldn't help but chuckle at Glenn's look of disgust as the hand was placed into his bag. He glared at the young woman and she covered her mouth in an attempt to stop laughing, "He must have used a tourniquet, maybe his belt. Be much more blood if he didn't," Daryl stated as he followed the blood trail towards another building where they found another set of stairs. Rick motioned for Glenn and T-Dog to follow. T-Dog stays behind to collect Dale's dropped tools, quickly catching up to the group.
"Merle? You in here?" Daryl called, looking over railings, down the stairwell. T-Dog and Glenn followed close behind Daryl and the siblings as they jogged down the steps. Cindy kept her eyes open in case they bumped into any walkers along the way.
Reaching the bottom of the stairwell, they walked through a hall that let to an office. A walker stood right in the centre of it, facing away from the group. It turned and was immediately shot down by Daryl. They continued to search the building and came across two dead walkers, "Had enough in him to take out these two sumbitches. One handed." He commented as he looked at the two corpses.
"He's hyped up on adrenaline, eventually it'll burn out." Cindy spoke up. Daryl shook his head as he continued.
"Toughest asshole I ever met, my brother," Daryl started as he bent down to reload his crossbow, "Feed him a hammer, he'd crap out nails," Cindy's eyes subconsciously watched his arms flex as he pulled the wire back to reset it. She shook away the thoughts that were swirling through her head and turned to the corpses in an attempt to distract herself. She leant in closer to inspect the bodies and the bloodied wrench that was discarded beside it. The heads were bashed in and most certainly by the wrench and a very pissed off Merle Dixon.
"Any man can pass out from blood loss, no matter how tough he is," Rick told him logically, Cindy knew that was true but she hoped that they were wrong.
"Merle!" Daryl called out foolishly. Cindy mentally facepalmed at his stupidity and shushed him. Possible drawing the unwanted attention of dozens of walkers ready to tear them limb from limb.
"We're not alone here, remember?" Rick told him, leaning forward so he didn't have to talk too loud.
"Screw that. He could be bleeding out. You said so yourself," Daryl whispered back as he continued to crept into a kitchen area and looked around to check there were no walkers. The others followed behind him. Cindy immediately noticed the stove was turned on. She walked up to inspect it, quickly finding the belt strewn on the counter beside it.
"Daryl," Cindy called as she held up the belt. Rick took the belt from her to have a look at it.
"What's that burnt stuff?" Glenn asked as he looked at it, confused. Cindy turned to him to answer the younger male, "Skin."
"He cauterized the stump," Rick added, Glenn gagged, suddenly feeling uneasy, after finding out what it was. The smell of burnt skin rested in the air like an invisible layer fog.
"Told you he was tough. Nobody can kill Merle but Merle," Daryl told him, he was completely adamant with his statement. Daryl didn't want to believe his brother was dead. He couldn't. What would happen to him if he was?
"Don't take that on faith. He's lost a lot of blood," Rick told Daryl, who seemed to think his brother was immortal. Unable to be killed by walkers or affected by blood loss.
"Didn't stop him from busting out of this death trap," Daryl said as he walked towards the broken window with stairs leading down to the alley below.
"He left the building?" Glenn asked in disbelief as he followed the group towards the window, "Why the hell would he do that?"
"Why wouldn't he? He's out there alone as far as he knows, doing what he's got to do... surviving." Daryl said as Rick poked his head out the window to see if anything was there. Living or dead. A small towel soaked with blood was left on the windowsill along with a pile of glass.
"You call that surviving? Just wandering out in the streets, maybe passing out? What are his odds out there?" T-Dog questioned the younger Dixon.
"No worse than being handcuffed and left to rot by you sorry pricks," Daryl growled, Cindy's eyes dropped to the floor as guilt swept over her. Daryl looked at her before he turned to Rick, "You couldn't kill him. Ain't so worried about some dumb dead bastard."
"What about a thousand dumb dead bastards? Different Story?" Rick questioned, getting closer to Daryl, of course Daryl wasn't going to give up.
"Why don't you take a tally? Do what you want. I'm gonna get him," Daryl said as he moved towards the window, Rick placed a hand on Daryl's chest and pushed him back.
"Daryl wait," Rick said. Daryl recovered his balance and walked up to Rick.
"Get your hands off me! You can't stop me," he growled at Rick, who stood his ground, blocking his path to the window. Glenn winced at the loudness of Daryl's voice. Worried about the possibility a group of walkers were close enough to hear him yelling.
"I don't blame you. He's family... I get that. We went through hell to find ours," Rick told Daryl, gesturing to Cindy and himself as he spoke before back to Daryl, "We know exactly how you feel,"
"He can't get far with that injury," Cindy spoke up from behind Daryl, who turned to look at her, she smiled at him before she continued, "I could help you look," she offered, that way the others wouldn't put have to put their lives in danger anymore than they already have. But of course her brother seems adamant to keep her in his sight at all times, like he doesn't trust that she can protect herself.
"No. We all will. We could help you check a few blocks around but only if we keep a level head," Rick submitted, the anger visually drained from Daryl as he calmed down as he pondered over his words.
"I can do that," Daryl agreed, Cindy smiled at his understanding. Daryl was thankful for the help. Not that he would let anyone know that.
"Only if we get those guns first. I'm not strolling the streets of Atlanta with just my good intentions, okay?" T-Dog spoke up, Cindy nodded agreeing with T-Dog.
"He's right. We should get those guns," Cindy voiced, she turned her head to look at Glenn, "Do you think you could draw up a map?"
Glenn smiled and nodded, he walked off into a small office. He grabbed a whiteboard pen and began drawing on the floor and began talking them through an idea that he had. Which included him going out on his own. Cindy didn't like it and from the look on his face, neither did Rick.
"You're not doing alone," Rick said as he stood looking over the map that Glenn had quickly drawn. His hands on his hips like they usually were when he was being serious. There was a time when Cindy actually thought they were glued there.
"Even I think it's a bad idea and I don't even like you much," Daryl spoke up. He was leant against a table also looking at the map.
"It's a good idea, okay, if you just hear me out," Glenn argued he gathered a few random objects to use to illustrate his plan, "If we go out there in a group, we're slow, drawing attention. If I'm alone, I can move fast. Look." He places a foldback clip on the board, "That's the tank, five blocks from where we are now," he told them, he then placed a crumpled sticky note beside the clipper.
"That's the bag of guns," he said pointing to the object he had just laid down on the map, "Here's the alley I dragged you guys into when we first met. That's where Daryl, Cindy and I will go," he said as he pointed to the map. Cindy agreed that it was a good plan but what she didn't agree on was Glenn going out there.
"Why us?" Daryl asked before Cindy could offer to go for the guns instead of Glenn.
"Your crossbow and Cindy's bat are quieter than his gun," Glenn replied to which Daryl nodded in agreement, "While Daryl and Cindy wait here in the alley, I run up the street, grab the bag."
"You got us elsewhere?" Rick asked him, but it was more like a statement.
"You and T-Dog, right. You'll be in this alley here." Glenn replied as he added a pink eraser onto the map. Rick's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked at where Glenn had placed the eraser.
"Two blocks away? Why?" he asked, Glenn looked up at Rick and saw the confusion on his features.
"I may not be able to come back the same way. Walkers might cut me off." Glenn replied as his hands hovered over the map as he explained, "If that happens, I won't go back to Daryl and Cindy. I'll go forward instead, all the way around to that alley where you guys are. Whichever direction I go, I got you in both places to cover me. Afterwards, we'll all meet back here." He finished, everyone nodded in agreement.
"Hey, kid, what'd you do before all this?" Daryl asked, wondering how he knew so much about the city. His voice was soft. Unlike every other time he had spoken.
Glenn looked up at Daryl, his eyes filled with curiosity, "Delivered pizzas. Why?" he asked shyly. Cindy thought it was great how well he knew the city but
"I should do it," Cindy voiced from beside her brother. Glenn shook his head. He didn't want her going out there. If something were to happen, Rick would lose his sister and Carl would lose his aunt.
"No way!" Glenn exclaimed. Cindy furrowed her eyebrows at the younger male. She just offered to take his place but he refused, Glenn noticed her confusion, "You have a family that needs you." He explained, now it made sense to her. He thought that she was more important because she had a family.
"You don't have a family so that means your life isn't as valuable as mine?" Cindy asked, Glenn looked down as if it was true, Cindy shook her head, "No. That's bullshit. The value of your life isn't measured by the amount of family you have."
"I'm still going, Cindy. I'll be fine with you guys covering me," Glenn said, the firmness in his voice showed that his decision to go was final and he won't change his mind. Cindy sighed deeply, she knew that she couldn't change his mind. She also knew that she didn't have time to argue with him about it, Merle could be running out of time.
Everyone stood up and began gathering their weapons, Glenn was first to walk towards a window but was stopped when an arm covered it. He looked to the owner of the arm. It was Cindy, "If you try anything stupid, I will drag your ass back here and kill you myself," she threatened, Glenn gulped and rapidly nodded. Cindy smirked before she climbed out the window, "Ladies first," Rick chuckled at the look of fear on Glenn's face. It seemed that the young man was more scared of Cindy than the dead.
Cindy's feet reached the alley below followed shortly by the rest of the group. They then split up, Cindy led both Glenn and Daryl towards the end of the alley, ducking between two dumpsters. Daryl readied his crossbow, "You got some balls for a Chinaman,"
Glenn slipped off his shirt and threw it on the floor, leaving nothing loose so the walkers couldn't easily grab him, "I'm Korean," he told him as he slipped out from between the dumpsters.
"Whatever," Daryl muttered after him as he loaded his crossbow. Glenn stealthily slipped out into the street. Daryl and Cindy sat between the dumpsters waiting for Glenn to return. "So what did you do before all this?" he suddenly asked, Cindy turned her head to look at him, confusion on her features.
"You don't have to fill in the silence, you know?" she replied, she knew he didn't really care. He didn't want to get to know her but she couldn't be more wrong. He wanted to know the girl who had the balls to stand up to him. That had never happened before.
"What if I actually wanted to know?" he asked her, his voice no higher than a whisper.
"Then I would answer," she told him, turning her head to look at him again. He was about to ask again when Cindy put her finger to her lips, 'listen' she mouthed to him. The sound of footsteps got louder and louder with each step they took indicating that they were headed towards the two and they knew that.
Thinking it was a walker, Daryl jumped up and aimed his crossbow, "Whoa, don't shoot me! What do you want?" the boy yelled holding his hands out in front of him. Looking at him, Cindy thought he couldn't be more than 15 years old. He had a short haircut, wearing a white vest, that was doused with sweat and dirt, a small, silver chain hung around his neck.
"I'm looking for my brother. He's hurt real bad. You seen him?" Daryl questioned him, keeping his weapon aimed at the boy, the boy seemed to get closer to Daryl instead of. Cindy felt something was off, usually when you have a weapon pointed in your face, you back away. But this kid was either up to something or had a death wish.
"Ayúdame!" he began to scream. Daryl's grip on his crossbow tightened as he shifted it closer to the boy's head.
"Shut up! You're gonna bring the geeks down on us," Daryl growled at him, getting more impatient with the boy by the second, "Answer me!" he commanded.
"We ain't gonna hurt you," Cindy told the boy, Daryl grunted as though he didn't agree with her.
"Ayúdame! Ayúdame!" the boy screamed again, further annoying an already very aggravated Daryl Dixon.
"Who are you with?" Cindy asked suddenly, Daryl looked at her from the corner of his eye wondering why she asked him that, Cindy noticed, "He's calling for help," she told him. Cindy kept looking towards the entrance of the alley, waiting for Glenn, "You got him?" she asked, someone had to look out for Glenn. Daryl nodded in response. Cindy went back towards the dumpsters and waited for Glenn to return. Her mind replaying the last few minutes on a loop. Daryl tackled the boy, landing on the floor with a thud, Cindy spared a glance at the scene behind her. The boy struggled, caged in Daryl's arms, trying to wriggle out of his hold.
"Shut up," Daryl growled at him as the boy started to escape his grasp. Cindy averted her eyes to look at Daryl only to be whacked on the side of the head. Hitting her head on the corner of the dumpster. She moved her hand to softly graze her temple. Feeling a light, smooth moisture she pulled her hand back and looked at it through her now blurred vision. Blood slithered down her slim finger as she started to realise what had happened. She could hear grunting and thudding, she soon figured out what was happening and slowly got to her feet only to collapse seconds later. 'come on' she thought, trying to push herself to ignore the pain and help Daryl.
Cindy grabbed the side of the dumpster to support her as she attempted to stand again, "That's it! That's the bag, Vato! Take it! Take it!" one of the men shouted, the other ran towards Glenn, who had just returned to the alley and grabbed him.
"Get off me!" Glenn screamed as the man pulled him back towards the entrance of the alley. Cindy picked up her bat, ignoring the agonising pain in her head to help her friend. She ran at the man holding Glenn and began belting him with her bat. Out of nowhere the other grabbed her arm and began dragging her away, her bat slipped out of her hand. Cindy fought as hard as she could, trying to wriggle out of the hold. The entire world around her was spinning. She was shoved into the backseat of the car that quickly sped away. She looked around at the occupants of the car, the driver, the one who attacked Glenn and the other was trying not to sit down fully on the seat. The world began to fade to black.
Rick and T-Dog come running up the alley, to find Glenn lying on the floor, an unknown boy and Daryl yelling through the fence. Daryl growled and grabbed the kid, pushing him against the wall.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop it!" Rick told Daryl as he pushed him away. He looked around the alley, realising someone is missing, "Where the hell is my sister?"
Rick's question goes unanswered as Daryl tries to get around Rick to attack the boy, who is being held against the wall by T-Dog, "I'm gonna kick your nuts up in your throat," he threatened, pointing at the boy.
"Let me go," the boy screamed at T-Dog, attempting to escape his grasp.
"Chill out!" T-Dog told the boy as he watched Daryl attempt to pass Rick.
"They took Cindy! That little bastard and his little bastard homie friends. I'm gonna stomp your ass!" Daryl screamed over Rick's shoulder. Rick looked at the boy who was partly responsible for Cindy being taken. Inside he was like Daryl, angry. But he knew hitting the boy wouldn't get his sister back.
"Guys! Guys! We're cut off!" T-Dog screamed, gaining the attention of Rick and Daryl.
"Get to the ladder." Rick told T-Dog and Glenn, they took the boy with them towards the ladder as Rick grabbed the bag of guns and his hat as Daryl stayed behind to cover him.
Jim was sitting against the tree that Shane had tied them to. Since the group left for Atlanta, Lori told Shane to stay away from her family, Ed hit his wife, Shane then let his frustrations out on Ed's face, Amy and Andrea went fishing, to great success, Jim, for some reason, was digging dozens of holes. That is why he is now tied to the tree.
Lori and Carol were helping Carl and Sophia with homework. Not too far from Jim. Shane walked over to give Jim some water, "Jim, take some water?" he asked.
"All right." Jim nodded, Shane dipped a mug into a bucket of water and held it up for Jim to drink from. Jim asked Shane to pour some water on his head, Shane nodded whilst dipping the mug into the bucket of water, filling it up and pouring it over Jim's head.
"Sorry if I scared your boy and your little girl," Jim said to Lori and Carol. Lori looked at Jim and smiled.
"You had sunstroke. Nobody's blaming you," Lori replies kindly. Still thinking about his sudden reveal about his family's deaths.
"You're not scared now, are you?" Jim questioned the young girl as he looked at her, guiltily.
"No sir," she replied in her small, soft voice. Her mother kissed the top of her head.
"Your mama's right. Sun just cooked my head is all," Jim spoke as he looked at Carl. His gaze snapped up to Dale when he began to speak, "Jim, do you know why you were digging? Can you say?" he asked. Jim's face becomes perplexed as he tries to recall the purpose of his digging.
"I had a reason. Don't remember. Something I dreamt last night," Jim answered looking up at Dale, he turned his gaze to Carl once again, "Your dad was in it, and your aunt," Carl looked up from his work to look at the man as he spoke, interested in what else he was going to say, "You were too. You were worried about them. Can't remember the rest. Are you worried about your dad and your aunt?" he questioned the young boy.
"They're not back yet," Carl spoke softly, his work completely forgotten as he spoke to the man tied to the tree.
"We don't need to talk about that," Lori spoke up from beside her son, quickly ending the conversation, rubbing his arm comfortingly. She didn't want to think about what could be happening to Rick and Cindy right now let alone her son thinking about it too.
"Your dad's a police officer, son. He helps people. Probably just came across some folks needing help, that's all. You aunt doesn't seem like she scares easy. They're tough as nails," Jim said to Carl, taking a breath before continuing, "I don't know them well but I could see it in him and in her too," Jim said to both me and Carl. More to Carl than anyone else. "Am I right?" Jim asked up at Shane.
"Oh yeah. Both of them are a force to be reckoned with," Shane replied with a smirk, looking down at Jim. He wanted to add a comment about Cindy being a 'Crazy Chick' but decided against it for Carl's benefit. Shane knew that she'd do anything to protect Rick, no matter how crazy or dangerous it was.
"There ain't nothing gonna stop them from getting back here to you and your mom, I promise you that," Jim said, turning his attention back to Carl.
"All right. Who wants to help me clean some fish, huh?" Shane asked the kids as he picked up the now empty bucket and walked away.
"Sweet. Come on, Sophia!" Carl exclaimed eagerly as he ran after Shane, Sophia following closely behind.
"Stay with Carol, all right?" Lori called after Carl. Carol followed after the children as Lori made her way towards Jim. When she reached him, she crouched down in front of him.
"You keep your boy close. You don't ever let him out of your sight," Jim warned her before she could speak. He looked her straight in the eyes, making sure she was listening. Lori didn't know how to reply, so she just nodded. She stood up and walked away, towards where the kids were and watched as they cleaned the fish.
The group went back to the office, T-Dog sat the kid on a chair and Rick leant against a table opposite, "Those men you were with, we need to know where they went," Rick asked him kindly as Daryl paced around behind him.
"I ain't telling you nothing," the boy replied, trying to be tough but his eyes stayed on Daryl, he was obviously scared of him.
"Jesus, man. What the hell happened back there?" T-Dog asked, hunched over in his chair. Still unsure of what transpired in the alley.
"I told you, this little turd and his douchebag friends came out of nowhere and jumped us," Daryl repeated, still pacing about.
"You're the one who jumped me, puto, screaming about trying to find his brother like it's my damn fault," The boy argued, which caused Daryl to pause his pacing and look at the boy.
"They took Cindy. Could have taken Merle too," Daryl spoke up as he began to pace around again.
"Merle? What kind of hick name is that? I wouldn't name my dog Merle." The kid insulted, angering Daryl who tried to take a swing at the kid. Rick quickly stands up and holds him off but Daryl attempts to kick the boy in the face.
"Damn it, Daryl," Rick growled, still holding him back, pushing him as far from the boy as he could. Daryl's gaze averted away from Rick towards Glenn's backpack.
"Want to see what happened to the last guy that pissed me off?" Daryl asked as he walked towards the backpack, pulling out Merle's hand. He dropped it in the kid's lap. He jumped up screaming, falling to the floor. Daryl leant over the chair and grabbed him, "I'll start with the feet this time,"
Rick pulled Daryl away from the boy again before turning to the boy, "The men you were with took my sister. All I want to do is talk to them, see if we can work something out," Rick told the boy in an attempt to negotiate. You could tell he was trying not to lose his patience with the kid, "Alright, I'll take you to them," the boy agreed, eyeing Daryl over Rick's shoulder.
"Your group will come for you," the man spoke sitting across from Cindy. She just rolled her eyes, "Then I can get my bag of guns," Cindy sighed, looking around the room. The dull, vacant look on her face suggested she was bored. There were a few moments of silence before Cindy decided to answer.
"They aren't your guns," she replied in a bored tone as readable as her expression, "I should know. I put them in there. They belong to the King County Sheriff's Department, at which my brother was a deputy, so it's our bag of guns," she told him, she twisted her wrists to try and to make her position less uncomfortable, to no avail, "Are the hand ties really necessary?" she asked the man, narrowing her eyes at him. He stood up and made his way over to her.
"Yes, you could be a threat to my boys," he replied to her, crouching down beside the chair she was tied to.
"Why don't you untie me and find out?" Cindy asked, turning her head to smirk at the man who in return raised an eyebrow at her challenge. Cindy scoffed and shook her head, "You're wasting your time. They won't come."
"Oh I think they will," he said, he was now the one with a smirk on his face.
"I am just one person. Our group needs those guns. I don't matter." Cindy spoke, scowling at him. She really wanted to smack the stupid smirk off his face.
He leant forward in his seat, a serious look now on his features, "Look. We're not bad people."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I completely forgot," Cindy began, confusing the man sitting across from her, "I too introduce myself to people by whacking them with a baseball bat." She finished, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Bullshit!" she snapped, her mind went over the events that occurred in the alley angering her more, "We were attacked and we acted in defence."
"It was a misunderstanding," he spoke almost immediately after she finished her sentence. Cindy scoffed as he continued, "Miguelito was calling for help. Felipe thought his little cousin was in trouble." He explained, he looked at Cindy as she thoughtabout his words, "You have someone you want to protect?"
Cindy was about to respond when a man burst through the door, "G, we have visitors," he spoke quickly, out of breath as if he had been running. Visitors? 'Damn you, Rick!' she thought. The man whose name she now knew as G, picked up a black hood and put it over her head.
"Come with me," he said, grabbing her arm and dragging her out of the room. As she was dragged along, Cindy attempted to visualise her surroundings, memorising every stride, every turn. They came to a stop and she was passed to another person, "Take her up to the roof," G ordered. The other person grabbed her arm and hauled her up some stairs. She kept climbing until she heard metal creaking as it swung open. She felt a cool breeze hit her sweat soaked skin.
Rick pushes the kid ahead of him, Daryl following close behind. T-Dog was back-up, he was set-up on a nearby building where he had a vantage point of the building where the gang was holed up. Glenn was with T-Dog. They slowly walked through the rubble towards two huge doors. They stop a few metres away from the doors. They open. One man emerges from the building, unarmed. "You okay, little man?" the man asked, as he walked towards the small group.
"They're gonna cut off my feet, Carnal." The boy spoke up to the man.
Guillermo looks past Miguel at Rick, seeing his uniform, "Cops do that?"
"Not him." Miguel corrected, he pointed towards Daryl, "This redneck puto here. He cut off some dude's hand, man. He showed it to me."
"Shut up." Daryl growled at him, tightening his grip on his crossbow.
Another man limped from the building, "Hey, that's that vato right there, homes. He shot me in the ass with an arrow. What's up, homes, huh?" he said, aiming his gun at Daryl.
Guillermo puts his hand on the man's arm. "Chill, ese, Chill. Chill." Guillermo told him, he turned to Rick "This true? He wants Miguelito's feet? That's pretty sick, man."
"We were hoping more for a calm discussion." Rick replied, he was hoping to sort this out by talking and not engage in a gunfight.
"That hillbilly jumps Felipe's little cousin, beats on him, threatens to cut off his feet, Felipe gets an arrow in the ass and you want a calm discussion?" Guillermo asked Rick, he looked around unsure on how to respond. Guillermo shook his head, "You fascinate me."
"Heat of the moment. Mistakes were made on both sides." Rick attempted to reason again.
Guillermo looked at Daryl and nodded at him, "Who's that dude to you anyway? You don't look related," Guillermo asked, looking back to Rick.
"He's one of our group, more or less," Rick replied, "I'm sure you have a few like him,"
"You got my brother in there?" Daryl asked him, stepping forward slightly, trying to get a look inside the building.
"Sorry, we're fresh out of white boys. But I've got a white chica. You interested?" Guillermo asked, tilting his head to the side as he spoke. Looking at Rick and Daryl.
"I have one of yours, you have one of mine. Sounds like an even trade." Rick said, trying to negotiated. He just wanted his sister back and he wasn't going to leave the city without her.
"Don't sound even to me," Guillermo replied to Rick as he looked at him.
"G. Come on, man." Miguel pleaded with Guillermo.
"My people got attacked. Where's the compensation for their pain and suffering?" Guillermo asked, completely ignoring the young boy, "More to the point," he pauses to scratch his nose with a sniff before continuing, "Where's my bag of guns?"
"Guns?" Rick confusedly asked with a tilt of his head. 'Bag of guns? Our guns? They belong to our group.'
"The bag Miguel saw in the street. The bag Felipe and Jorge were going back to get. That bag of guns." Guillermo clarified.
"You're mistaken." Rick replied bluntly.
"I don't think so." Guillermo replied quickly, shaking his head.
"About it being yours. It's my bag of guns." Rick told him, his voice low and stern.
"That's exactly what the girl said." Guillermo spoke, nodding his head back towards the building behind him, "The bag was in the street. Anybody could come around and say it was theirs. I'm supposed to take your word?" he paused but it was a rhetorical question, "What's to stop my people from unloading on you right here and now and I take what's mine?" he quickly added. His men raised their weapons, Daryl and Rick following suit. T-Dog, in the distance, had Guillermo in his crosshairs.
"You could do that." Rick offered, he then turned to look over to where T-Dog is aiming at Guillermo. "Or not." Rick added, looking back at Guillermo who looks up.
"Come on, man. Make the trade. Please." T-Dog pleaded quietly to himself whilst keeping his aim on the man.
"Oye." Guillermo called up to the roof. The group look up and three figures appear on the roof, one who has their hands tied behind their back with a white bag over their head. They come to a stop at the edge of the building and one of the men ripped the bag off of the prisoner's head. It was Cindy. Duct tape stuck over her mouth. Rick's stomach churned at the sight of his baby sister tied up there, teetering on the edge of the building. He felt helpless. He wanted to save her. He had to save her. Glenn felt a pang of guilt as he looked up at her, she's up there because she saved him.
"I see two options." Guillermo started, "You come back with Miguel and my bag of guns, everybody walks... Or you come back locked and loaded, we'll see which side spills more blood." He said, listing the options they had, the group slowly backed away, taking the boy with them. Guillermo and his group went back into the building.
Cindy had the bag placed back over her head and was taken back down the stairs. Walking down what she assumed was a corridor she heard the voice of an elderly lady, "What are you doing?" she asked.
"Nothing, Abuela. Go back to the common room," another voice replied, she was pretty sure it was the guy Daryl shot in the ass.
"That is no way to treat a lady," the woman exclaimed which was followed by another sound that Cindy thought was a slap.
"Ow, Abuela. What was that for?" he asked, hissing at the pain.
"Untie the poor girl." She told him. Followed by a deep sigh, the ties on her hands were cut and the bag was removed from her head, "I am sorry about his manners, sweetheart."
Cindy smiled at the woman, "It's okay," she looked up and saw the man from earlier, Guillermo, walking up to them. She looked around and she saw that she was in a home for the elderly.
"Now you see our reason for being cautious?" He asked, Cindy smiled and nodded.
"Yeah I do. I misjudged you and I apologise." Cindy replied, she looked to the other guy, "I'm sorry about the arrow in your ass, he came at me with a knife earlier today,"
The man smiled at her and nodded before Guillermo began to speak, "Would you like a drink?" he asked her. Cindy nodded in response. He gestured for her to follow him and he led her through the building. She pauses at a door causing Guillermo to stop and turn to her, "You okay?" he asked, confusion on his face.
She smiled and pointed at the door, "This is the room you kept me in," she stated.
Guillermo raised his eyebrows, "How'd you know that?"
"I visualised the journey from here to the roof." She replied with a cocky grin on her face. Guillermo nodded in approval. They continued down the hall before Guillermo ducked into a room. He held the door open for Cindy and she quickly entered. He poured her a cup of water and handed it to her, to which she replied with a 'thank you'
After talking a while with Guillermo, she found herself being shown around by him. 'Maybe I passed the test,' she thought to herself as she walked through the hallways She decided to talk to him about Rick, "My brother's a good guy, you know. Daryl probably seems like an asshole at first but he's... I think his attitude was more influenced by his brother than anything else," she spoke up, keeping up with his stride.
"We can't take the risk. We have a lot of vulnerable people here. I'm responsible for them," Guillermo replied, the tiredness in his voice. Cindy understood where he was coming from, she too has had people depending on her and it can be very stressful at times.
"Just don't hurt my brother. I promised my nephew he'd come back, pinkie promised. I never break my pinkie promises." Cindy informed him, holding up her pinkie finger, the same finger she shook with Carl's earlier this morning. Guillermo sighed and nodded after a minute to think.
"There's a common room down there. I think you'll be more comfortable there," he said pointing towards a large room at the end of the corridor. Cindy smiled and nodded in appreciation and headed down towards the room.
The group returned to the lab. Rick places the bag on the table and unzips it, starting to divide up the guns "Them guns are worth more than gold. Gold won't protect your family or put food on the table. You think she'd want you to give them up?" Daryl asked Rick as he paced around the room.
"If I knew we'd get Cindy back, I might agree." T-Dog spoke up. He was leant against the wall, the boy sat on the floor beside him, "But you think that vato across the way is just gonna hand her over?" T-Dog asked, looking at Rick.
Before Rick could respond, the kid interjected, "You calling G a liar?" he asked looking up at T-Dog. Daryl took a step towards him.
"Are you a part of this?" he growled, slapping him across the head, "You want to hold onto your teeth?" Daryl backed away. The look on the kid's face suggested he was scared. Especially of Daryl.
T-Dog looked at Daryl then down at the kid before turning back at Rick, "Question is do you trust that man's word?" he asked him, drowsily.
"No, question is what are you willing to bet on it? Could be more than them guns. Could be your life." Daryl told Rick. There was a moment of silence before Rick slipped his python in it's holster and looked up at Daryl.
"There is no question about it. She's my sister. If it were Merle in there, would you walk away?" Rick asked him but received nothing but silence, "I didn't think so," he commented.
Daryl turned to Glenn and T-Dog, "She worth that to you?"
"That could be me in that building, Daryl. She's the reason I'm not." Glenn spoke up. He felt guilty about Cindy being held against her will by a group that seemed very dangerous and volatile. Much like Merle Dixon except there were dozens of them. He wanted to stay and help her.
"She waited for me, in the store. Hundreds of geeks just seconds away from tearing through the glass and ripping her to shreds but she waited to cover me." T-Dog added, he stood up straight away from the wall making sure he had Daryl's full attention, "Not to mention she wanted to take the blame for what happened to Merle,"
Daryl scoffed at them, "So you're gonna hand the guns over?"
"I didn't say that." Rick replied quickly, Daryl looked at him, intrigued as to what the cop was thinking. Rick looked at the three men, "There's nothing keeping you three here. You should get out, head back to camp."
"And tell your family what?" T-Dog asks, running a hand over his head. Rick looked at T-Dog not knowing how to answer his question.
"She's our friend," Glenn told Rick, to which T-Dog nodded. Rick smiles then looks at Daryl. Daryl nods at him, silently letting him know that he would help, and grabs a gun from the table. Rick hands a shotgun to T-Dog as the kid stands up.
"Come on. This is nuts." He whined, Daryl silently pointed to the spot on the floor he was previously sat on. The kid sits back down, putting his head in his hands, "Just do like G says." He pleaded. The group ignores him and continues to load their weapons. Even Glenn. Daryl grabbed the gun out of his hands.
"You ever shot a gun before?" he asked him. Glenn rapidly shook his head 'no' Daryl looked at Rick with his eyebrows raised as if to ask, 'You sure this is a good idea?'
Cindy was sitting in the common room Guillermo had shown her to. She was reading a book, trying to take her mind off some of the things that had clawed its way into her brain. The memories came back after she spoke to Felipe's grandmother, Antonia, about her time in the corps. The book, however, was failing to avert her thoughts.
'It's an ambush! Abort!' Her breathing began to speed up as many scenes played in her head, overlapping each other.
'I'm hit! Cindy get out of here!'
'No! I'm not leaving you!'
Her thoughts were cut off when she heard someone calling for help. The chair she was sat on fell to the floor as she stood up quickly.
The group heads back to the warehouse. Daryl had his gun held towards the kid, who was gagged and tied up, much like Cindy was. The rest followed Daryl's lead, all armed with shotguns. They came to a stop, standing on the same spot they were earlier. The doors opened and the group walked in cautiously, keeping the kid ahead of them. They looked at each man they walked past, scanning their weapons. Guillermo was standing waiting for the group's return, his men surrounding them as they came to a stop in front of him.
Guillermo's eyes trailed towards the weapons bag that hung from his shoulder, "I see my guns but they're not all in the bag," he said as he then looked at the weapon's in their hands.
"That's because they're not yours. I thought I mentioned that." Rick answered, referring to their earlier encounter.
"Let's just shoot these fools right now, ese. All right? Unload on their asses, ese." Felipe asserted, standing close to Guillermo, whispering in his ear.
"I don't think you fully appreciate the gravity of the situation." G spoke as he looked at each member of the group before him, his gaze ending at Rick.
"No, I'm pretty clear." Rick said, he took out his knife and severed the rope that tied the kid's hands together. He shoved the kid towards Guillermo, "You have your man. I want mine."
"I'm gonna chop up your girl. I'm gonna feed her to my dogs. They're the evilest, nastiest man-eating bitches you ever saw. I picked them up from Satan at a yard sale," Guillermo threatened as he slowly edged towards Rick, "I told you how it has to be. Are you woefully deaf?" he asked Rick as he stopped, standing no more than three feet away.
"No, my hearing's fine. You said come locked and loaded." Rick paused to cock his gun and raised it to Guillermo's head, "Okay then, we're here," everyone else followed suit, all guns were raised. There was a moment of silence, everyone waiting for someone to make a move.
"Felipe! Felipe!" a voice called, laced with urgency. She made her way through the group of men and came to a stop besides Felipe who looked down at her but kept his gun aimed.
"Abuela, go back with the others... now." Felipe told her. Her eyes held a look of desperation as she looked up at the man.
"Get that old lady out of the line of fire!" Daryl snarled from behind his shotgun.
"Abuela, listen to your mijo, okay? This is not the place for you right now." Guillermo replied, turning to look at her but she didn't move, she continued talking to Felipe.
"Mr. Gilbert is having trouble breathing. He needs his asthma stuff. Carlito didn't find it. He needs his medicine." Abuela finished, looking from her grandson to the new person she didn't know, dressed in a police uniform. Guillermo looked at Rick warily, he knew the cat was out of the bag.
"Felipe, go take care of it, okay? And take your grandmother with you." Guillermo demanded hastily. He tried to usher her away from the group but she kept looking at Rick and his gun.
"Abuela, vas conmigo, por favor." Felipe told her, still attempting to get her away from the dangerous situation.
"Who are those men?" Abuela asked, barging past her grandson and making her way towards Rick.
"Ah, por favor, vas conmigo" Felipe asked her again but she didn't listen, she stopped in front of Rick.
"Don't you take him." she demanded defensively as if she thought Rick was going to arrest her grandson.
"Ma'am?" Rick asked her confused. She acted like she didn't know that the world had gone to shit. She stepped closer to Rick before starting to speak.
"Felipe's a good boy. He have his trouble but he pull himself together. We need him here." The woman begged, looking up at Rick, who looked around the group and back to the woman.
"Ma'am, I'm not here to arrest your grandson." He assured her, which earned him a look of confusion from the lady.
"Then what do you want him for?" she asked, her eyes were filled with curiosity
"He's..." Rick paused, looking for the words to say, looking at her grandson and Guillermo, "Helping us find a missing person. A woman named Cindy." He finished looking back at the woman for any sign that indicated she knew where she was.
"The Soldier girl?" she asked, Rick's eyes lit up at her question, realising that his sister was here, "She's with Mr. Gilbert. Come. Come, I show you. He needs his medicine." She took Rick's hand and led him through the sea of men. Guillermo stands aside.
"Let 'em pass." Guillermo told his men allowing the four men to walk past, following the elderly lady. T-Dog kept his eye on G's men as he passed them. The lady leads Rick, her grandson and the others out of the building. She held Rick's hand as they walked up a flight of stairs, through a small courtyard and into a nursing home.
Rick stopped at a door, taking a look inside to see patients. Vulnerable people were here, being taken care of. Felipe walked past Rick and the others to his grandmother, "Abuela, por favor, take me to him."
The group continued to walk down a corridor and into a door that led to a large room where the lady and Felipe had disappeared through. At the far side of the room a group of residents is huddled around in a circle. Felipe and his grandmother are there and... Cindy. She wasknelt beside the man in the wheelchair. Struggling for breath.
"All right. All right. Nice and easy. Just breathe." Felipe told softly, Cindy was now standing behind the man, making way for Felipe to get to him. He places an inhaler in the man's mouth, "Just breathe. Just let it out. Just breathe."
Rick looks at Cindy through the group. She seems to be relaxed and doesn't seem to be in danger, "Just relax." Cindy told him lightly, a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"What the hell is this?" Rick asked as he came to stand beside his sister. His sister quirked an eyebrow as she looked up at him. "An asthma attack." She replied in a 'duh' tone.
"I thought you were being eaten by dogs, man." T-dog butted in, Cindy smirked and looked behind her, at three Chihuahuas in a basket in the corner. They start yapping as the others look over at them.
"Yes, they're really terrifying," she laughed, looking at T-Dog. Her eyes looked towards Daryl who just stood there, his arms crossed, not saying a word.
Rick walked over to Guillermo, "Could I have a word with you?" he asked, Guillermo silently agreed and they moved away from the group, "You're the dumbest son of a bitch I ever met. We walked in there ready to kill every last one of you." He scolded. He almost killed these people. He couldn't even think what could have happened if Felipe's grandmother hadn't interrupted.
"Well, I'm glad it didn't go down that way." Guillermo replied as he looked between Rick and the group.
"If it had, that blood would be on my hands." Rick said, looking at the man in front of him. Cindy looked over at her brother and G. She could tell something was troubling her brother, so she walked over.
"Mine too. We'd have fought back. Wouldn't be the first time we've had to. Protect the food, the medicine—what's left of it. These people, the old ones—the staff took off, just left 'em here to die. Me and Felipe were the only ones who stayed." Guillermo told him, which made Rick look around the patients. Cindy inwardly smiled thinking about how he had created a community here.
"What are you, doctors?" Rick asked him, wondering what made him stay.
"Felipe's a nurse – A special care provider. Me, I'm the custodian." Guillermo answered. Cindy smiled, he already told her this. She looked towards her brother to see he was surprised about that.
Guillermo signals for the group to follow him, leading them into an office where Rick sets the weapons bag down on a table.
"What about the rest of your crew?" Rick asked as the rest of the group walk in, closing the door behind him.
"The vatos trickle in to check on their parents, their grandparents. They see how things are and most decide to stay. It's a good thing too. We need the muscle. Like I told your sister earlier. The people we've encountered since things fell apart, the worst kind—plunderers. The kind that take by force." Guillermo explained to the group, he looked at Cindy then back at Rick.
"That's not who we are." Rick stated, indicating to his group.
"Cindy told me that but how was I to know? My people got attacked and you show up with Miguel hostage—appearances. I couldn't take that chance." Guillermo explained his actions further. 'Encountering people like that could make anyone paranoid,' Cindy thought to herself
"Guess the world changed." T-Dog commented, as he sat down.
"No. it's the same as it ever was. The weak get taken. So we do what we can here. The vatos work on those cars, talk about getting the old people out of the city. But most can't even get to the bathroom by themselves, so that's just a dream. Still it keeps the crew busy, and that's worth something." Guillermo told them, Cindy smiled, nodding in agreement, he seemed to really care about the residents here, Rick listened to Guillermo as he spoke, so did Glenn and T-Dog. Daryl was hidden away in the corner, observing the conversation, "So we barred all the windows, welded all the doors shut except for one entrance. The vatos, they go out, scavenge what they can to keep us going. We watch the perimeter night and day and we wait. The people here, they all look to me now. I don't even know why." Guillermo said. He seemed like he was unsure about his ability to lead. Rick moved closer to him before he spoke.
"Because they can." Rick told him as he held out the shotgun he was holding to him. Guillermo gives him a thankful look as he takes it from his hand. Rick then removes more guns from the bag, dividing them up evenly.
After dividing up all the guns Guillermo escorted the group back to the entrance, Cindy walked in between her brother and Guillermo. T-Dog, Glenn and Daryl behind them. The doors were opened by one of G's men with a nod of his head. Cindy instinctively checked the coast is clear, she nodded and Rick began to lead them out. Glenn and T-Dog following him out.
Before she could walk out the door, Daryl stopped her. She looked up at him confused, he didn't say anything just held her bat out to her. She smiled as she took it from him, "Thank you," she looked over Daryl's shoulder at Guillermo then back at Daryl, "You go ahead," she told him, Daryl turned to look at Guillermo then back at Cindy, "I'll catch up," Daryl grunted in response and walked away, catching up to the others.
"Be careful out there," Guillermo spoke up as if he read her mind. She laughed, as she walked up to stand in front of him.
"I was about to say the same thing to you," she told him, she opened her arms to hug him, "You doing a good thing here. Protect them,"
Meanwhile, Daryl had caught up to the others. Rick realised his sister wasn't with him and began to panic, "Where's Cindy?" he asked the man as he approached them.
"She's saying goodbye to homeboy," he snipped angrily, Glenn and T-Dog looked at each other, having a silent discussion about why Daryl was annoyed. Rick attempted to go back and get her but stopped when he saw her in the distance, skipping along, bat in hand.
"Admit it, you only came back to Atlanta for the hat." Glenn told Rick as he walked beside him, a big smirk on his face.
"Don't tell anybody." He joked back, making Glenn laugh but Daryl grunt. He had his hat on, completing his uniform.
"You've given away half our guns and ammo." He hissed, obviously angry about sharing the guns and ammo to Guillermo.
"Not nearly half." Rick told him as Cindy approached, she ceased skipping when she was in front of her brother. She looked at the group and wondered what they were talking about.
"For what? Bunch of old farts who are gonna die off momentarily anyhow? Seriously, how long you think they got?" he questioned rudely. Cindy had to restrain herself from slapping the shit out of him. Rick also could tell that she wanted to hurt Dixon.
"How long do any of us?" Rick asked in return, he turned around and made his way towards the van. Cindy scowled at Dixon before brushing past him, following her brother's lead. Daryl followed shortly after, T-Dog and Glenn looked at each other before following after the others, concern on both their faces.
"Some of us will have a short amount of time left if they don't keep their damn mouths shut." Cindy muttered unsubtly, it was obvious she was directing it towards Dixon, even he picked up on it. He began glaring holes through the back of her head. She could feel his gaze on her but she ignored it and carried on walking. She could not deal with him right now.
"Almost there," Cindy commented as the rounded an abandoned bus only to find an empty space where the cube van should be, "Oh shit," She exclaimed at the same time Glenn mumbled, 'Oh my God.'
"Where the hell's our van?" Daryl asked as he scanned the area, keeping a soft grip on the strap of his crossbow and looked around, as if he were wondering whether this was where they left it.
"We left it right there. Who would take it?" Glenn asked, he was panicking, you could hear it in his voice as he spoke. Rick's eyes never left the empty space in front of him. Cindy looked at the expression on his face and she realised that he was thinking the same thing as her but she couldn't be certain, neither could he. Her eyes drifted to the younger Dixon who was also looking at the space.
"Merle." Rick concluded almost immediately after the question left Glenn's mouth. Daryl's gaze fell to the ground before looking back up at Rick.
"He's gonna be taking some vengeance back to camp." Daryl told them, he then turned to look at Cindy. She didn't notice, the only thing she could think of was her nephew. She had an unnerving feeling in her stomach, one she knew all too well. A feeling she had before something bad happened. She took off, starting towards camp, a steady jog, as not to tire herself out. Rick followed closely behind. T-Dog, Glenn and Daryl shared a look before trailing after them.
Back at camp, the group sat around the campfire. Eating the fish that the two blonde sisters caught earlier that day. Jim was now sitting with them after Shane and Carl went to untie him from the tree. Ed was sulking in his tent. Sophia and Carol actually sat with the rest of the group. Everything seemed perfect, Lori was worried about Rick and Cindy. The group still weren't back from Atlanta. 'They'll be okay.' she thought. She focused on the group around her to keep her mind from wandering. They were enjoying the night, eating and chatting with each other. At some point Morales asks Dale why he still messes his watch every day. Jacqui agrees and points out that the world ended.
Amy gets up from her seat, "Where are you going?" Andrea asks her. Amy takes a step back to her seat, "I have to pee," she whispered as she looked around the group, "Geez, you try to be discrete around here," she mumbled as she walked towards the RV. Everyone laughed at her joke as she walked away. The group continue to chat amongst themselves. Everyone was relaxing and enjoying the company that surrounded them that was. That was until Andrea heard something she had hoped she never would...
Amy's blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the camp. Andrea turned to look at her sister to see a walker chewing on her little sister's arm. As the flesh tore from her arm, Amy fell to the ground. More walkers emerged from behind the RV and the survivors began to scream, most stayed in a huddle but others scattered and ran.
"Mom!" Carl screamed, Lori grabbed her son and pulled him close to her. Carol grabbed Sophia, Shane cocks his shotgun and starts shooting the walkers,
The walker then tore into Amy's neck. Andrea rushed towards her sister, not caring that the walker that attacked Amy was now making its way to her. Jim pushed Andrea back and whacked the walker down, clearing a path to Amy before running off to take down the others. Andrea then crawled towards her sister who was now lying on the ground and tried to stop the bleeding.
"I don't know what to do," she cried as she stroked her sister's hair, Amy was struggling to breathe.
"Help me." Amy croaked out. Andrea stays with her sister, everything happening her around is muffled and all she can hear is her sister's struggling breaths.
Lori holds Carl close protecting him. Carol grabs Sophia. Shane grabs his shotgun and cocks it. Many of the others scatter in different directions, "Lori, get him down!"
The gunshots echoed in the air, being heard by the returning group. Rick looked up the hill, where the gunshots were coming from, then to his sister, "Oh my God."
"What the hell are we waiting for? Let's go!" Cindy yelled before sprinting off, the group following close behind.
Lori sheltered Carl between her and Shane as he continued to shoot the walkers, Dale was beside Shane, his rifle in hand with Carol and Sophia behind him. Carl continues to panic and scream. Lori tries to calm him down despite being terrified herself. "I'm right here. Shane, what do we do? Shane?" Lori asked Shane as she held onto his shoulder.
"Follow me! Come on. Come on. Stay close!" Shane told them, shielding them away from the walkers
"Carol!" Lori yelled, making sure her and Sophia are following them.
"Stay close!" Shane urged, shooting any walker in sight.
Morales kills another walker with his bat. "Come on, Y'all! Work your way up here!" Shane yelled as he looked behind him, seeing Morales kill another walker with his bat. Protecting his family behind him.
"Right in front of you. Shane!" Lori warned, Shane shot down another walker.
Morales shot a glance at Shane, seeing Shane making his way to the RV, he looked over his shoulder and yelled to his family, "Get to the R.V.! Go!" He continues hitting walkers as his family runs past.
"Stay behind me!" Shane told Lori over his shoulder, backing her up towards the RV. He looked up to see many walkers closing in on Morales, "Morales, work up here!" Shane screamed to him.
"To the RV, Come on!" his wife cried, not wanting to lose her husband.
"Let's go! Come on; Make your way to the Winnebago!" Shane shouted, Morales backed up, making his way towards the RV.
Cindy, Rick, Glenn, T-Dog and Daryl arrive at the camp, their shotguns at the ready, shooting any walkers in their sights. Cindy used her bat to take down the walkers. Letting out all her rage on the dead.
The shotguns are soon empty, Rick switches to his colt and Daryl just uses the butt of his gun. When there are only a few left, Cindy taps her brother's shoulder, "Go to him, I got this," she told him, he nodded and stumbled towards his son.
"Baby! Carl! Baby!" he called out to him.
Carl ran into his arms crying, "Dad!" Rick picks him up and makes his way to Lori who is crying and in shock, like she still can't believe what just happened.
Cindy came up beside Morales, who still had his baseball bat held up in case any more showed up, she kept a firm grip on her bat too, not taking any chances. Jim walks up, his bat still in hand.
Glenn is panting, anxiously looking around. Cindy could see he was terrified, she was too. She walked over to him and brought him into a hug, "It's okay, you're okay," she told him. He hugged back, terrified to let go, "Come on," She said, taking his hands and leading him towards the RV. That's when she first noticed Amy. Her hand went to her mouth as she saw the blood on her neck.
He's hit!
He's losing too much blood!
You gotta... get... out of here!
Cindy shook the thoughts out of her head and continued walking towards the RV. Glenn noticed the pressure of Cindy's hand change, he looked at her, "You okay?" he asked her. She nodded in reply, giving him a small smile.
"I don't know what to do, Amy." Andrea cries, Amy tries to talk to her sister but she can't. She holds her hand up to caress her sister's cheek, only having the strength to use her blood covered fingertips. She gasps for one last breath before her eyes close and her hand falls limp. Andrea's grief slowly builds up almost like she can't believe that her sister has gone. "Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh, Amy."
Rick lowers Carl to the ground, he turns around to see Amy's body before turning around and crying into his dad's chest. There was a moment of silence in the camp before Andrea began crying, gently shaking Amy as if she was trying to wake her up.
"Oh no, no. Amy! AMY! Amy!" she wailed, her sister was gone. The only family she had left in this cold world had been taken from her.
"I remember my dream now, why I dug the holes." Jim's gaze scanned around the camp, looking at all the dead bodies scattered around...
TRANSLATIONS
Ayúdame – Help me
Abuela, vas conmigo, por favor - Grandma, you go with me, please.
Ah, por favor, vas conmigo - Ah please go with me.