"Hey Dixon, you crazy?"
Merle was shooting his gun continuously at the walkers. He loomed over them, the rifle barely kicking back his shoulder as he shot them down. No, he's normal. All of us Dixons are totally normal, Anya snickered to herself. Just kidding. We're known for our craziness. Merle just laughed as Morales and the others crossed their arms.
"Hey! Y'all better be more polite to a man with a gun, huh?" Merle snickered at us all as he jumped down from the ledge. His gun was under his arm and his smirk was wide. "Only common sense."
"Man, you wastin' bullets we ain't even got!" T-Dog yelled at him, squinting at him as the sun shined bright into his eyes. Merle just continued laughing in his face as T-Dog scolded him. "And you're bringin' even more of them down on our ass! Man, just chill!"
"Yeah, Merle, you gotta stop before them damn walkers break down the door downstairs, or it's all over!" Anya yelled over at him. He sauntered over to her, placing a sloppy arm around her shoulder.
"Hey, sis, we're gonna die anyways. Why not die in honor!" he laughed. She scowled and shrugged his arm off of her.
"Like hell I'm dyin' today! Get your ass in check and help us find a way out of here!"
"Hey, it's bad enough I've got this taco bender on my ass all day. Now I'm takin' orders from you two?" Merle asked, positioning his gun back into his hands. "That'll be the day."
"What do you mean, 'that'll be the day'? Do you have somethin' to say to us?" I sneered, stepping up into my brother's face with my hands clenched into fists.
"You're a fuckin' racist, man!"
"T-Dog, Anya, just leave it," Morales tried to get us to leave Merle alone. We shook our heads, immediately saying "hell no".
"Guys, it ain't worth it," Morales tried convincing. Merle smirked.
"No, you know what? Let 'em." Merle's smirk was inviting. He was teasing them. They took the bait.
"You wanna know the fuckin' day Merle?" Anya growled under her breath.
"Oh yes, lil' sis, you should tell me the day," Merle clenched onto the gun.
She was fuming. "The day that I take abuse from you will be the day that I die! You... you abusive dick!" Something flashed in Merle's eyes and he turned to T-Dog, seeming to lower the gun. Then he punched T-Dog to the ground in such rage that T-Dog's nose began to bleed.
"Merle cut it out!" Rick yelled at her brother, and then he did the unthinkable. He pulled the gun from his side and aimed it at him. Anya instinctively slid her handgun from its holster and pointed the gun at her brother, the cold steel against his head making him realize what he was doing.
"If you shoot him, you're dead too," Anya said in a low hiss. He slowly stood up, hands in the air. Then he knocked the gun out of Anya's hand, causing it to fire and slid close to the edge of the roof. He pushed her down to the ground with a grin on his face.
"Good lil' sis. But not good enough," he chuckled lowly before standing up and walking towards the edge with his own gun.
"We're gonna have ourselves a little powwow, huh? Talk about who's in charge," Merle was getting up, gun still pointed at T-Dog. "I vote me. Anyone else? Huh? Democracy time, y'all! Show of hands, huh? All in favor? Huh? Come on, let's see 'em!"
"Obviously if no one's raising their hands that means they don't want you to be in charge," Anya spat in anger, raising herself from the ground to sit on the pole.
"All in favor?" he hissed, ignoring my comment. "How about you, China-Man?" he chuckled lowly, the gun pointed directly at him. He slowly raised his hand as Merle then turned towards the others. Jacqui flipped him off and Andrea slowly raised her hand.
"Now that means I'm the boss then, right? Yeah... Anybody else? Hmm?" he asked with a chuckle.
With a crack of a handgun to the head, Merle was on his knees, holding his head. "Yeah," Rick said as he quickly handcuffed him to the pipe I was sitting on.
"Who the hell are ya man?" Merle huffed at Rick as he was picked up by Rick by his shirt.
"Officer Friendly. Look here, Merle," he hissed. "Things are different now. There are no niggers anymore. No dumb-as-shit, inbred, white trash fools either." Anya cut him off right there with a growl.
"Watch what you say about my 'inbred, white trash' brother," Anya hissed and Rick simply nodded before continuing.
"There's only dark meat and white meat. There's us and the dead. We survive this by pulling together, not apart."
"Screw you man."
"I can see you make a habit of missing the point," Rick hissed, throwing Merle back against the pipe.
"Yeah, well screw you twice!" he yelled.
"Oughta be more polite to a man with a gun." Rick cocked his gun as if to make a point and went further to point it at Merle. "Only common sense."
"Watch what you do to him too, 'Officer Friendly'," Anya sneered. "Because if you don't you might find that he's not going to be the only one with a gun at his head."
"Is that a threat?" Rick asked, turning towards the ginger.
"Hell yeah it is," Anya growled before turning her back on Rick and throwing her legs over the edge of the roof and sitting down so she could think.
She seemed to zone out at that point, not paying attention to her brother trying to speak to her or the others brainstorming. She looked around the streets of Atlanta. She knew that those walkers could smell you and know you were human and not a walker. So if you smelt like them, would that mean that they could get past? Of course, what would happen if it didn't work? And taking all of them at the same time wouldn't work. It would be too much human for them not to notice... But then there a boxvan down there. Maybe the keys should be in the box not too far away so we could have three people go down through there and two lure the walkers away and the other get the van.
It'd be the perfect escape.