A/N: WOW! The new episode was amazing last night, and I already have plans on how that will affect this story! Anyway, here is chapter four. Please read and review. I still want to hear your thoughts on pairing and any other suggestions/comments are welcome and appreciated!
"We walk from here," Glenn said as our truck pulled up a few blocks away from the department store where the group had been trapped. We grabbed our meager supplies and weapons and climbed out of the truck.
We walked down a set of railroad tracks to a fence that led to the street the department store was on.
"Merle first or the guns?" Rick asked. I gaped at him, was he serious?
"Merle. We a'int even havin' dis conversation," Daryl bellowed, looking at Rick with the same bewilderment that I wore.
"Yes, we are. You know the geography best, it's your call," he dismissed Daryl and addressed Glenn who looked shocked to be called upon.
"Merle's closer. The guns would mean doubling back," the small Asian said and Rick nodded.
We jogged three blocks to the store and took in the sight. The doors had been broken in, just like the group told us. I glanced up to the roof but couldn't see anything. We walked in and immediately took note of a walker in the back of the store. She turned and headed towards us. None of us wanted to fire a gun in the city, it would draw every walker for miles.
"Damn, you ere one ugly skank," Daryl said before firing his crossbow and nailing her right in the eye. We looked at each other but the redneck kept right on going, heading up the stairs to the roof. There were no walkers to be seen and the padlock was securely in place. T-Dog came forward with the bolt cutters and cut the chain to the roof. Daryl kicked the door in and stepped into the blinding Georgia sun.
"Merle! Merle!" he called. I was the last one on the roof and it took my eyes a minute to adjust.
"No! No!" Daryl was screaming and I followed his line of sight to a severed hand lying a few feet away from the handcuffs in a puddle of blood. I gasped and missed the beginning of the scene before me. Daryl took aim at T-Dog with his crossbow, anger and grief written on his face. Rick took his gun out and put it to Daryl's head.
"I won't hesitate, I don't care if every walker in the city hears it," he said and Daryl paused for a minute. I considered pulling my gun on Rick, but thought better of it. He dropped the crossbow and everyone relaxed.
"You got a do-rag or somethin'?" Daryl asked T-dog and he handed him one. Daryl knelt in front of the hand and picked it up.
"The saw blade musta been too dull for da cuffs," he said and wrapped the hand up in the rag. He gestured for Glenn to come closer and when he did, Daryl put the hand in his backpack, making Glenn tense.
"Look, he couldn't have gotten far with that injury. We can group up and organize a search, but we have to stay calm," Rick said, trying to calm him down.
"I can do dat," the redneck said, relaxing.
We walked back down to the main floor of the department store and Glenn pulled a marker out of his bag and drew a map of the surrounding area on the floor. He used various items to represent us and made a plan.
"This is a dumb idea," Rick said.
"Yeah, ev'n I think dis is a bad idear, an' I don' even like you much," Daryl said.
"No, this is a good idea. Adeline and I are small and quick, we can dash into the street and grab the bag. Adeline can cover me. Daryl will wait here and cover us from the alley while you and T-Dog wait here, two blocks away in case the walkers cut us off," we all stared at the drawing, looking at each other.
"Hey, kid, whad you do 'fore all dis?" Daryl asked, voicing what most of us had been thinking.
"Delivered pizzas. Why?" We shook our heads and got up, heading towards our destinations. Daryl, Glenn, and I walked right outside the department store via a door that led into an alley. Walkers littered the street, meandering in every direction with no purpose or reason. A chill ran down my spine looking at them.
"You got dis?" Daryl asked looking at us and we both nodded. I pulled the gun out, flipped the safety off, and carefully put it in my waistband. I pulled my knife out of my pocket as well, hoping it would be enough to defend me and I wouldn't have to fire the gun.
Glenn and I dashed into the street, heading towards a pile of burlap sacks containing abandoned construction materials for cover. Before we got there, the walkers had taken note of our presence and were heading towards us. We jogged up the street, fairly uneventfully, although my heart was racing way too fast. Glenn grabbed the bag and we ran around for a couple of seconds before silently agreeing to head back towards Daryl. I heard yelling, but it didn't sound like any of our people. When we got back to Daryl in the alley, he was being jumped on by two guys, beating him with bats. They turned around and saw us.
"That's it, that's the bag!" One of the guys screamed and ran towards us. Glenn and I turned to run, but I was grabbed around the waist by large, meaty hands, before I got very far. I yelled and kicked at him but my knife had cluttered to the ground. I was outmatched and the guy yanked my gun and threw it down.
"Daryl!" I yelled as Glenn and I were being carted towards a waiting car, walkers all around, drawn by the noise of our struggle. An arrow shot through the air and hit the guy holding me in the ass, but I didn't have a chance to flee before the driver of the car yanked me in by my hair. Glenn was thrown in beside me and the car pulled away from the curb. As I looked out the window frantically I saw Daryl clenched onto the fence, yelling, but he couldn't come after us because walkers had surrounded it.
I looked at the boy beside me and he looked terrified.
"What do you want, where are you taking us?" I cried, my voice an octave too high because of the panic.
"Shut up, we a'int tellin' you nothin'," the driver said and sped up.
"G is going to have a field day with her, she's pretty cute, and feisty," the guy Daryl shot with an arrow said, looking me up and down. I shivered and crossed my arms over my chest, deciding to keep quiet and not let my imagination wander.
Just a few minutes later, the car stopped and we were pulled out of the car and stared up at a large brick building with guards all around, staring at us intently. We were led inside and there was some yelling in Spanish before a small Latino man stepped up.
"Well, well, well, fresh meat," his lips curved in an evil smile and Glenn and I looked at each other, wondering how we would ever get out of this mess.