Kidnapped


EVERYONE STOOD IN SILENCE on the rooftop, the reality of the situation sinking in. Kenzi's ponytail blew in the wind, her eyes never leaving Daryl as she watched him pace back and forth, biting his lip to keep his emotions buried inside. With a heavy sigh, she sheathed her katana and walked over the pipeline, her eyes never leaving Daryl.

His rage finally boiled over and he spun around, aiming his crossbow right in T-Dog's face. Rick drew his gun and aimed it at Daryl's temple. "I won't hesitate." Rick stated. "I don't care if every walker in the city hears it."

Daryl lowered his crossbow, brushing his nose with the back of his hand. "You got a do-rag or something?" he asked T-Dog, who handed him a blue bandana. He handed his crossbow to Kenzi to hold, kneeling down next to the blood stains. "I guess the saw blade was too dull for the handcuffs." Daryl wrapped the severed hand in the cloth. "Ain't that a bitch. He must have used a tourniquet maybe his belt. Be much more blood if he didn't." He stuffed the wrapped hand in Glenn's backpack.

Kenzi jumped down from the pipeline, missing the blood entierly. She held the crossbow out to Daryl, who took it back. The two stuck close as they followed the droplet's of blood that led to another door that was slightly open. "Merle." Daryl called out. "You in here?"

The stairs led them into another building, where two dead walker bodies were found. Kenzi motioned for the others to follow, signaling it was okay. "Damn." she muttered, looking around.

"Had enough in him to take out these two sumbitches. One handed." Daryl noted, prepping his crossbow. "Toughest asshole I ever met, my brother. Feed him a hammer, he'd crap out nails."

"Any man can pass out from blood loss." Rick reminded. "No matter how tough he is." He walked ahead with Daryl right behind.

"Merle did all this?" Glenn questioned, standing next to Kenzi.

"Dosen't surprise me." Kenzi replied, stepping around the blood and brain matter on the floor. "Like Daryl said, he's a tough son of a bitch."

"He's a scary son of a bitch." Glenn muttered under his breath.


The group continued through the building, following the blood droplets. "Merle!" Daryl called out.

"We're not alone here. Remember?" Rick whispered harshly.

"Screw that." Daryl scoffed. "He could be bleeding out, you said so yourself."

The trail led the five to a kitchen, where the gas stove was still on. Blood covered a portion of the oven handle and there was a iron steak weight with something crusted on the bottom. "What's that burned stuff?" Glenn asked, his voice shaking.

Kenzi took the iron from Rick and examined it, her nose crinkling in disgust. "It's skin." Rick answered, making Kenzi swallow the bile rising in her throat. "He cauterized the stump."

"Told you he was tough." Daryl noted, looking to Rick. "Nobody can kill Merle but Merle."

"I wouldn't take that on faith." Kenzi spoke up, looking at all the blood. "He's lost a lot of blood."

"Yeah?" Daryl challenged, meeting her eyes. "Didn't stop him from busting out of this death trap." he walked over to the busted window.

"He left the building?" Glenn gaped. "Why the hell would he do that?"

"Why wouldn't he?" Daryl retorted. "He's out there alone as far as he knows, doing what he's got to do. Surviving."

"You call that surviving? Just wandering out in the streets, maybe passing out?" T-Dog scoffed. "What are his odds out there?"

"No worse than being handcuffed and left to rot by you sorry pricks!" Daryl snapped, glaring at Glenn and T-Dog. Kenzi looked away, her arms folded over her chest. "You couldn't kill him." Daryl reminded Rick, staring him down. "Ain't so worried about some dumb dead bastard."

"What about a thousand dead dumb bastards?" Rick questioned. "Different story."

"Why don't you take a tally? Do what you want." Daryl retorted. "I'm gonna go get him."

Kenzi sighed, grabbing his wrist. "Daryl, wait." she halted.

"Get your hands off me!" he snapped, yanking his arm from Kenzi, making her stumble and brace herself against the wall. "You can't stop me."

Rick slapped his hand down on Daryl's shoulder, "I don't blame you." he said calmly, making Daryl turn to face him. "He's family, I get that. I went through hell to find mine. I know exactly how you feel." he lowered his hand, but keeping his eyes locked with Daryl's. "He can't get far with that injury. We could help you check a few blocks around but only if we keep a level head."

"I could do that." Daryl confirmed.

"Only if we get those guns first." T-Dog cut in. "I'm not strolling the streets of Atlanta with just my good intentions, okay?"


The group stood around a desk in an abandoned office, Glenn was outlining a plan to get the guns that Rick had dropped when he first entered Atlanta. The plan was Glenn would get the guns in the street while Daryl and Kenzi covered him while Rick and T-Dog cover an alley two blocks away in case Glenn's escape route was cut off.

"Hey, kid, what'd you do before all this?" Daryl asked.

"Delivered pizzas." Glenn answered, earning a small smile from Kenzi.

The three climbed down the ladder to the alleyway, Glenn going down first, followed by Kenzi, then Daryl. Once Kenzi's boots touched the ground, she hunched low and rested her hand on the hilt of her sword. Glenn dropped his backpack by his feet, trying to calm his nerves.

"You got some balls for a chinaman." Daryl chuckled, prepping his crossbow.

Glenn rolled his eyes while Kenzi looked over her shoulder at Daryl, "He's Korean." she corrected.

"Whatever." Daryl scoffed, loading a bolt. This time Kenzi scoffed and rolled her eyes, slipping by the dumbster and hiding behind a few piled bags, her fingers flexing over the hilt. Glenn sprinted past her, running into the street towards the guns.

A teenager approached then, causing Daryl to point his loaded crossbow right in his face. "Whoa, don't shoot me!" the teenager, Miguel, pleaded, holding his hands up in surrender. "What do you want?"

"I'm looking for my brother." Daryl answered, his stance not wavering. "He's hurt real bad. You seen him?"

Miguel started yelling in Spanish, prompting Kenzi to draw her sword and stand tall, scanning the area for incoming walkers. She carefully walked up to the fence, looking both ways. Miguel's screams alerted two more of his friends and they were heading towards Daryl and Kenzi.

"Дерьмо![1]" Kenzi cursed. "Daryl, we got company." She backed up and punched the first guy that came into the alley square in the face.

A fight broke out between them, Kenzi fighting the one named Felipe while Daryl fought against Jorge. In the midst of her fight, Kenzi's sword was knocked from her hands, the metal clanking on the ground and her scabbard was knocked loose from her belt. Glenn skidded to a halt by the fence when he saw the fight going on.

"Glenn get outta here!" Kenzi yelled, kicking Felipe in the knees, cutting him off from Glenn.

Jorge noticed the gun bag on Glenn's back, "That's the bag, vato. Take it!" he yelled, while shoving Daryl into the dumpster.

Kenzi jumped off the brick wall and distracted both Jorge and Felipe while Glenn slipped past them to help Daryl. Kenzi knocked Jorge into the fence and Felipe got behind her, holding her in a chokehold, "Отстань от меня! Отстань от меня![2]" she grunted, knocking her head back into Felipe's face. A second later, an arrow landed right in Felipe's ass, making him yell and release his hold on Kenzi.

A car sped up to the fence and jolted to a stop. Jorge grabbed Kenzi by the hair, dragging her to the car. "Daryl!" she yelled, struggling against her captors.

Shaking off the last punch Felipe threw at him in retaliation for the arrow in his rear end, Daryl saw Kenzi being tossed into the backseat of the getaway car. "Hey!" he yelled, jumping to his feet and running after them. He gripped the chain link fence, "Come back here, you sumbitches!" he pulled the gate closed when walkers started coming their way.

Glenn stood wide-eyed, catching his breath. Rick and T-Dog rejoined them. "What happened, we heard yelling." Rick asked.

"That little bastard and his little bastard homie friends." Daryl panted, his face dripping sweat. "They took Kenzi." he picked up the scabbard belt and sheathed the sword, gripping it in his other hand.


The getaway car pulled up to an old abandoned factory, the driver cutting the engine. Jorge and Felipe each held one of Kenzi's arms as they shoved her along. Inside the garage, the apparent gang leader, Guillermo, was waiting for them.

"Where're the guns?" he asked.

"Someone else took them." Jorge answered. "They're friends of this girl." he pushed Kenzi ahead, the girl falling to her knees.

Guillermo stepped forward, looking down at the Russian girl. He knelt down eye level, "And who are you?"

Kenzi's icy blue eyes were fixed in a glare, "Отвали я извиняюсь задницу уколом.[3]" she said, spitting in his face.


A/N: Translations

[1] "Дерьмо."= "Shit."

[2] "Отстань от меня."= "Get off me."

[3] "Отвали я извиняюсь задницу уколом"= "Piss off ya sorry ass prick."