Some would say there was nothing colder than the heart of a Dixon, but they never understood the pain that the youngest, Daryl, carried around when he realized his brother was gone.
Some would say that Dixons never brought hope, they killed it. A little piece of hope lived in Daryl's heart that his brother was still alive. Especially seeing the little 'x' by his brother's hand. There were marks that the two boys developed over the years to let the other know where they were or that they were alive and their old man hadn't gotten one of his sons dead.
Some would say they knew the Dixons. Little bastards good for nothing but bringing more useless Dixon bastards into the world.
Now, we all know that's not true. At least, in the end of days. Shall we watch these Dixons prove us wrong?
'Fuck!' He grit his teeth, trying to get the snare opened. 'Fuckin' lazy ass old man. Could never oil his damn traps.'
He snarled, not going to let a rusted piece of shit win over on him. He hadn't survived for 32 years to be beat out by a glorified piece of scrap metal.
"Damn it Merle!" Daryl walked over to his brother, sick of the grunting.
"You step any closer Darylina and we gon' hava problem." Merle crouched down in front of the rabbit, holding its leg down before he grabbed his knife and sliced through cleanly. Tossing the petrified rabbit at his brother, Merle stood and walked back to the derelict cabin. More like a shack, anyhow.
"Where the fuck you going?" Daryl was halfway through skinning the fur from the meat.
"Inta town, we need more shit."
"Fine. I'm comin' with ya." He threw the skins in a crate by the door and the organs in a bin to freeze.
"Do what the fuck ever you want. Make sure the generators are soused up. We won't be back fer 'while." Merle walked by the undead body of Will Dixon, pinned to the wall. "Fuckin' lazy ass old man" He laughed and kept walking to the back.
"Merle. Where the fuck we goin'?" He followed his brother into the house, not sparing the body another glance.
"we're goin' ta 'Lanta, baby brother." The oldest living Dixon smirked, grabbin' his bag of shit.