Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This

Chapter 33

Author's Note: So, yesterday at work I passed out, right on my face. The ER and the emergency room techs could not find blood pressure or a pulse and I was running a fever. Of course, I hat to be a smart alleck and say, 'well I'd suggest you lock me in a room if you don't want me coming back.' Luckily the nurse was a Walking Dead fan and said 'do I need to go find someone who can fire a cross bow.' Yeah….humor in the rawest forms. My knee has a nice big old bruise from where it took the brut of it. Otherwise as far as I know, I'm still alive and not a walker! Please review, I mean after that antidote how can you not?

OK I like Tara! And I think it's funny (sorry Meghan) that the Gov. just fell in his own pit.

Martinez, please shoot him in the head. Save the girl. I may save the prison!

Summer and Daryl's POV:

Summer heard steps before she saw a person. "Company Uncle Daryl."

Daryl glanced up before he looked back down at what he was doing. "Could be your momma."

"Not her footsteps. And she would have drove a car up here," Summer pointed out.

"Think you're so smart don't ya?" Daryl teased. "Got the best hearing of us Dixon's."

Summer let out a chuckle. "Trust me, sometimes that isn't so good," she told him. "It's Lori," Summer informed him.

Lori walked up "Moving to the suburbs? Listen, Beth's in some kind of catatonic shock," she told them.

"We know, Glenn told us mom and Rick went into town," Summer responded.

"They aren't back and we need Hershel," Lori told them.

"Yeah. So what?" Daryl asked as he got up and walked over to her.

"So I need you to run into town real quick and bring him and Rick back," Lori told him. "Daryl?"

"Interestin' you said Rick and Hershel, not Rick, Jewel and Hershel," Daryl responded. "My sister is with them, she'll bring 'em home."

"Shouldn't you be worried about her too? Summer…" Lori started to say.

Daryl stepped in front of his niece. "Don't you even bring her into this. She 'aint your kid. Jewel wouldn't want me to leave her alone, least alone Mitch. I got better things to do," he said.

"What's the matter with you? Don't you be so selfish," Lori told him.

Daryl turned and looked at her. "Summer in the tent now," he told his niece.

"Uncle…." Summer started to say before Daryl turned and gave her the Dixon stare. "Yes sir," she said as she went into the tent.

"Selfish? Listen to me, Olive Oyl. I was out there looking for that little boy every single day. I took a bullet and an arrow in the process," Daryl told her. "I think you're the one bein' selfish."

Lori looked at him. "What? I'm here asking you to go into town and bring them back."

Daryl gave a small smirk. "You broke up with Shane, huh? You saw how dangerous he was, realized that he pushed Summer down the stairs, that he left Otis to die, and how he went off today. Now you're knocked up and scared of bein' alone, so you want Rick back here so you can beg him back."

"You know nothing about me," Lori told him.

Daryl laughed. "Oh lady, I know all about you. You're the type that looked her eyes down on us in a grocery store, or started talkin' shit when Summer was carryin' a new born into church and just turned 16. You'd be the first to throw stones without even tryin' to know the real story. But while my sister was doin' it all alone, you probably didn't wait a month before you were jumpin' into bed with your husband's best friend. You are afraid to do it alone, so now that you see what type of person Shane is, you're all ready to beg Rick for forgiveness. But I think you're in for a very rude awakenin' Lori. See, Rick sees through all the Dixon defenses my sister put up for years, sees her for the amazing' woman she is. Probably why he's so damn attracted to her, after puttin' up with you for years. Didn't work a day outside the house, probably wasn't even a good cook. Rick's already gone past the point of no return for my sister. And you know what? He definitely upgraded. Now, you need to take a walk. You want to go play the hero, go try and rescue Rick, show him your more useful then doin' laundry, go ahead, be my guest. But if you were smart, you'd just trust Rick and JEWEL to bring Hershel home," he told her as he walked away.

Jewel's POV:

Jewel walked over and pulled her knife out of Tony's head and went over to Dave and took the gun off of him and handed it to Rick. "He did take it off a cop, think it should go back to one," she said.

"You look so sweet and innocent," Rick laughed as he took it.

"Sweet works when you're a nurse, innocent…I don't think I was that since the day I was born," Jewel responded. "How you doin' Herschel? You OK?"

Herschel nodded. "I'm sorry I put you two in this position," he told them.

"Hey, none of that alright, let's head back," Jewel told him as they started to walk toward the door.

Rick motioned for them to duck down. "Car, get down."

A man yelled from outside. "Dave? Tony? They said over here?"

A second voice answered. "Yeah."

Another voice answered. "I'm telling you, man, I heard shots."

Jewel held up three fingers as she counted the voices.

"I saw roamers - two streets over," the second voice informed them. "Might be more around here."

"We gotta get out of here," the first man said.

"Dave! Tony" the third man yelled.

"Shut up, you idiot! You wanna attract 'em? Just stick close. We're gonna find 'em," the first man told them.

"Dude, he said to stay close," the second man yelled. "Tony?" he called.

Herschel, Rick and Jewel exchanged glances as they watched the shadows. "They don't seem like they are giving up anytime soon," Jewel whispered.

"Would you?" Rick asked as he whispered back.

"We can't sit here any longer," Herschel told them.

"Let's head out the back and make a run to the car," Rick told them as they heard gun fire.

Jewel glanced over and crawled over to Dave's body.

"What are you doing?" Rick asked.

"Blocking the door, and I'd rather them shoot a dead asshole then any of us," Jewel responded as she dragged Dave's body over. "Jerk face over there is to heavy for me to use."

Rick and Herschel grinned. "So glad your on our side," Rick told her as he helped her move the body.

"What happened?" the first man asked.

"Roamers, I nailed 'em," the third man answered.

"They disappeared but their car's still there," the first man told them.

"I cleared those buildings," the second man answered.

"You guys get this one?" the second man asks.

"No," both other men answered.

"We're looking for Dave and Tony and no one checks the damn bar?" the second man asks as the trio heard footsteps."

"What?" one of them asks as someone pushes on the door.

"Someone pushed it shut. There's someone in there," the second man answered. "Yo, is someone in there? Yo, if someone's in there, we don't want no trouble. We're just looking for our friends," he said as his voice went up an octave.

Jewel took a breath as she looked at the two men with her.

"What do we do?" the first man asked.

"Bum rush the door?" the third man asked.

"No, we don't know how many are there. Just relax," the second man responded. "We don't want any trouble," he said as he yelled through the door. We're just looking for our friends. If something happened, tell us. This place is crawling with corpses. If you can help us not get killed, I'd appreciate it," he told them.

"Dude, you're bugging. I'm telling you nobody's in there," the first man told them.

"Someone guard the door. If they're in there, they might know where Dave and Tony are," the second man said.

Jewel glanced at Rick as one man started to depart. "They drew on us!" Rick yelled through the door.

The second voice yelled at the door again. "Dave and Tony in there? They alive?"

"No," Rick answered as he looked at the two dead men.

"They killed Dave and Tony," the second voice said.

"Come on, man, let's go," the third man said.

"No, I'm not leaving, I'm not telling Jane," the second man said. "I'm not going to go back and tell them that Dave and Tony got killed by some assholes in a bar," he told them.

"Your friends drew on us first! They gave us no choice! I'm sure we've all lost enough people, done things we wish we hadn't, but it's like that now. You know that! Let's just chalk this up to the wrong place the wrong…" Rick said as a gun fired and glass shattered all over the place.

"I'm thinking that they aren't in a talkin' mood," Jewel told him. "What? I do smart ass comments when I'm under stress, part of why you adore me," she told him. "We need to get out of here," she said.

" Hey! We all know this is not gonna end well! There's nothing in it for any of us! You guys just Just back off, no one else gets hurt!" Rick told them as they heard the gun click and bottles rattles and clatter. Jewel took a breath and took out her gun and pointed it out the broken window shooting.

The first man screamed. "Shit!" he yelled as another gun shot round exploded through the windows.

"I'm going out the back," Jewel told them.

"You sure?" Rick asked.

"We got any other options Sheriff?" Jewel questioned.

Rick gave a small smile as he kissed her. "See if you can make it to your car, we'll make it a run for it, get the hell out of here."

"You want me to cover Jewel?" Herschel asked.

Jewel looked at him. "Now come on Herschel, you own a farm, tell me that you know how to fire that gun."

"You missed all that gun training, could've came in handy now," Rick told him as Jewel started to go to the back.

"Nah, I can shoot, I just don't like to," Herschel informed them.

Jewel went out the back and down the stairs. "I had to be the compassionate Dixon didn't I? Couldn't be like Merle, and say the hell with everybody, huh? No, I just have to be a bleedin' heart," she mumbled to herself as she kicked the door of the stairs out. She hadn't took two steps out when she felt the bullet hit her in the shoulder. "Hell's bells!" she said as she turned and shot the person who shot her. "Aim for the head you idiot!" she said as she ducked behind the dumpster.

"What happened?" Rick asked as he came out the door.

"He fired, must've hit Jewel, she's behind the dumpster, doesn't look like she's moving," Herschel reported.

"I'm alive….just hit," Jewel hissed.

Rick made his way over to her. "It's all right," he told her as he lowered her shirt off the shoulder. "Just a flesh wound," he assured her as he ripped his shirt and bandaged it. "You OK?" he asked her as he kissed her softly.

"I'm a Dixon, this isn't gonna slow me down," she said as Herschel joined them.

"The car's right there, we're almost home," Rick assured her. "You good?" he asked.

"I'm good," she said as she heard the men start talking again. "Great."

"Let's get out of here! Roamers all over the place! Hurry up!" she heard one of the men yell.

"We gotta get out of here!" the first man said. "What about Sean?"

"They shot him," the second man answered him. "We gotta go. Roamers are everywhere," he told them.

Jewel looked over at the man she shot. "Guess that's Sean," she said as she grimaced. "SOB shot first,"

"We're leaving?" the third man asked.

"Jump! Hurry up, jump already," the second voice said.

Jewel heard screaming. "Oh come on can't we catch a break," she said as she stood up.

"Help me! Help help me!" the man yelled.

Jewel looked at Rick. "Go, see what can be done, we can't leave a man down. That's not who we are," she told him.

"We'll get to the car," Herschel told him as he helped Jewel up. "You OK?" he asked.

"Yeah, this is nothing'," Jewel assured him. "Of course, Summer's gonna say I told you so," she said. "I'll back the car up see if you can help Rick," she said as she heard the moans of the walkers. "Gunfire…go," she instructed as she got in the car. She pushed on the gas and made a three point turn and quickly made her way to where Herschel and Rick were. She stepped out of the drivers seat. "Guys, we've got company, we need to go now. What's the verdict?"

"The fence went clean through. There's no way we can get the leg off in one piece," Herschel told her.

"Don't cut off my leg! Please," the kid begged.

Jewel went over and put her gun to his head. "Shut up or I will shoot you! You aren't in much of a position to be askin' for anything are you?"

Herschel looked at her. "Shootin' him may be the only answer. We're not gonna get that leg off without tearing the muscle to shreds. He certainly can't run," Herschel told them.

"Not to mention the blood loss," Jewel said as the kid kept screaming out.

"I'm sorry!" he begged.

"Jewel if he doesn't shut up, pull the trigger," Rick instructed.

"Not a problem," Jewel answered. "Kid I've been stared at, talked bad about, threatened to be raped by your friend Tony, shot at and hit, I aint got a problem with tryin' to help you but this screamin' is endangerin' us all from those walkers. SHUT it!"

"I don't wanna see any more killing but this is cruel," Herschel told them.

"That hatchet still in the car?" Jewel asked.

Rick nodded as he went to the car.

"No no, don't don't Don't cut my leg off, please," the kid begged.

Jewel looked at him. "What's your name kid?"

"Rand…Randall," he answered.

"Well Randall, I really need you to shut up," Jewel said as she ripped her sleeve of her shirt and stuffed it in his mouth. "Lucky I didn't just shoot you."

"Will this cut through the bone?" Rick asked as he glanced back at Jewel. "Why didn't I think of that with your brother?"

"Where do you think I got the idea from, I'd just threaten him with it, and he'd shut it," Jewel answered. "Is that gonna work?"

"I'll have to sever the ligaments below the kneecap, cut above the tibia. He's going to lose his lower leg," Herschel answered.

"Well it's either that, or his life," Jewel answered as she rubbed her shoulder. "Right now we need to make a decision. Those walkers are getting' to close to comfort."

"When we get clear of here, we're gonna have to find some tinder, cauterize the wound - so he doesn't bleed out," Herschel said. He gave a small chuckle. "Well I'd ask for a stick for him to bite down on, but Jewel's already taken care of that."

"Always willin' to help," Jewel said. "He was givin' me a headache," she told them as she pointed the gun at the walkers and shot. "Herschel, hurry up."

"They're everywhere," Rick said as he shot his gun.

"Hershel, how we doing over there? I need more hands!" he told them. "Easy easy," he calmed the boy.

"Can't spare the hands right now," Jewel told Herschel. "I'm almost out."

"Come on, we gotta go! I'm almost out of ammo! We don't have much time! Come on, we've gotta go! Can't hold 'em off! Hershel, do it now!" Rick begged the older man.

"Come on, Hershel!" Jewel told him.

"There is no time!" Hershel told them.

"Jewel get in the car start it, Hershel we got to go!" he said as he walked over to him. "Get in the car," Rick told Hershel as he walked over and sighed and he pulled the fence pole out of Randall's leg and got him to the car. "Hershel trade spots with me," Rick said.

"Mind drivin' I may pass out before we get back," Jewel told Rick.

"Scoot over," Rick ordered as he glanced back at Randall and Herschel.