Finally I can start the whole real thing. And I just love the characters. I will concentrate on Daryl, Connor, Murphy and Rick most of the time but the others are there as well.

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Search and Destroy

Rick ran up to Connor. "What's your name?"

"Connor. Me brother name's Murphy." Rick nodded. "I am Rick. We need to grab something. Michonne, that's the girl with the Katana and my son Carl buried some weapons out here." "Aye. You lead us." Rick began running to the right and looked for the place they had hidden the weapons. "Conn' tha's the wrong direction", Murphy yelled from behind. Connor turned his head. "Rick needs to get something first. It's okay." Rick stopped and began digging with his hands. Connor who was next to him, helped him. Next was Daryl and Murphy. When Rick pulled the bag out he nodded. "Now where do we go?" He looked at Connor. "We found some houses nearby. Hiding there for some days. We should go there and fix yeh all up", Murphy replied. Daryl watched them all and looked at his friend who nodded already. He seemed to trust those two idiots and somehow he did too. They saved them without knowing them and he had seen enough of them on TV. Even so he really would like to beat that Murphy guy for having his face and making him hide in the woods. But he thought this would probably not be the time. And just when he wanted to say something Rick and Connor started moving again and leading their group to those houses. Where was Beth? She wasn't at Terminus, neither were Tyreese or Carol. Are they still alive? They needed to rest and probably should watch Terminus for some days just in case someone arrives there. Maybe those two idiots were a sign of hope. Again. What was wrong with him and this hope crap?

After a couple of minutes they reached some houses and the Irishmen lead their new friends to the house they cleaned out. With so many people they couldn't just live in the garage. Connor entered the house and checked if anything had changed but the house was silent. After a while the house was crowded with a whole group of people. All covered in dirt and blood and looking exhausted. Rick was their leader. Without question. Connor observed him. His hand always laying on his colt, his eyes had something wild and he looked as if he was in pain. When Rick saw Connor watch him he shook his head slightly. Connor nodded. There was something more important. "Connor, Murphy, thank you for leading us here. How the hell did you manage to pull this alone?"
Murphy and Connor looked at each other. Their eyes lightening up. "Wasn't that difficult. They were all very unorganized and me plans always got us outta everythin', righ'?" Murphy laughed. "Yeh stupid plans nearly got us killed but this time it went good."
Daryl snorted. "Answer Rick's question."
Connor looked at him. "Oi. Grumpyhead calm down. We will."
Daryl was already coming closer when Rick stopped him. He was just too annoyed by those two. With their smiling and joking. "Daryl...not now."
Daryl looked at Rick and nodded. "Guess you guys should all sit own. We found some food and water bottles and some booze yesterday. You all should try to gather some strength while we talk."
"Wait 'ere", Murphy added and headed towards the kitchen. He came back with some bottles and a bag full of sweets and cans with fruits, peanut butter and cracker. He dropped it in the middle of the big living room where everyone was sitting on sofas, the floor, a chair and leaning against the wall. Then he went back to grab some spoons and the second bag full with beef jerkys and stuff the had found in some of the other houses. While everyone was sharing the food, Murphy and Connor didn't drink or eat anything. They had eaten before storming Terminus.
"Conn' it is story time. You start. I kno' yeh like to hear yeh'self talk." Murphy grinned and sat next to his brother opposite of all others. Their backs against the wall. Knees to their chest.
Connor gave Murphy a clap on his knee. "Alright then. Once upon a time...", he started when Daryl mumbled something that sounded like "Jesus Christ.." but Connor just went on. "..there were two brothers on their way to a place that guaranteed a home for survivors. Nah jokin' ... we watched Terminus two days just to make sure it is safe but we saw that it wasn't. Around the fences were guards with weapons. We saw the four of yeh", he pointed at Daryl, Rick, Michonne and Carl "surrounded by weapons. Even hiding in the bushes were guys with all sort of guns and rifles. And it didn't look all so friendly to me. And when yeh were heading for the trains we saw that face of him" he pointed at Daryl. "which looks exactly like me lil' bro's, we decided to rescue you."
Yeah. Even so I have no idea why I wanted to save someone tha' looked like me", Murphy throw in which made Connor and Daryl look at him. "Watch your mouth, Shithead", Daryl hissed.
"Stop it you two. We are not in Kindergarten anymore.", Connor interrupted them and then looked at Rick again because he was the only one not staring between Daryl and Murphy as if they could figure out why they look alike by just looking at them. "And then we decided to kill their guards in the night. So that the fences were free. We are pretty quiet and we can be fast and are fast killers too. After we did this we just...yeah well..kinda ran into that place and shot everyone. First we wanted to save the women but when they started shootin' too we had no choice than to bring them down. We were prayin' for them so they might find their peace in death. The rest yeh saw. We were just lucky I guess."
Connor looked to the group. "Yeh forgot to mention that we executed that guy they called Gareth."
"Executed?", one guy asked. Asian.
"Aye. Two bullets through the head. A prayer. He was a bad man", Murph answered.
The Asian guy looked to Rick. Who just looked at everyone. "We heard you pray. You kinda religious?", Daryl asked even so he knew.
"We are", Connor answered and felt his rosary on his chest. "So you kill in the name of god."
"Aye. Tha's how we started. But in this world it is more kill or be killed. We don't like it a bit. We hate it actually. We try to kill only if we have too. In Terminus we stormed in and screamed at them and gave them a choice. To leave or to die. And we pray for those we kill to make sure they get save to the other side. To give their souls to god. We used to cover their eyes with pennies for the ferryman."
"Aye. And now who are y'all", Murphy asked before they had to talk more about their business.
Rick nodded. He pointed at the Asian guy and the girl in his arms: "That's Glenn and Maggie, next to them is Abraham, Rosita, Tara, Eugene, Sasha and Bob", then he pointed at the dark skinned and dark haired women who was sitting next to a boy "this is Michonne and my son Carl, the guy with THAT face is Daryl. And I am Rick."
They all looked at each other. "Nice to meet y'all", Connor said. Unsure what to talk about next. And trying to avoid some questions.
"Maybe yeh all should care for yeh wounds and get some sleep. Me and Murph' will keep the night watch."
"Thank you. Both of you. You have done so much already.", the groups leader spoke. They all stood up and Connor and Murphy looked around. "We will be in the garage. If yeh need anythin' just ask or if yeh need help with stitches." All nodded and just when they were about to turn around they heard the redneck say: "No way in hell they are keeping watch over us. We don't know them. One of us should stay awake with them." Connor shook his head. "Yeh stupid. Yeh all were captured, half starved, dehydrated and tortured. Yeh need to sleep. Me brother and I are used to that lifestyle." Daryl snorted. "Sure. Because you are mass-murderers." Everyone looked at Connor. "Yeah. So? We could have left yeh all there. But we didn't."
Rick shook his head again. "Daryl, Connor is right. As far as I see it they are good guys. And we are a large group. They are only two and their ammo is short if they really killed everyone in Terminus with their guns."
Connor and Murphy grinned. They had still enough bullets left because they had used a knife and a rope too.
"I will stay awake too", Daryl said and planted himself in the entry. "Do what you want", Rick replied. Connor and Murphy went through the little door in the back to get to the garage. Noticing that every pair of eyes were piercing through their back.

They lay down next to each other, their eyes to the ceiling, their weapons next to their bodies. "What do yeh think?" Connor asked his brother.
"I don't like that guy with me face. The rest of them was quiet but I guess they are good people. I liked that Rick guy. Even if he looked a bit wild."
Connor sighed. "Aye. We should stay a while with them."
"Aye." Murphy sat up, his arms around his knees. Connor could feel that his twin had something to say and that something was bothering him. But he knew that his brother needed time. He himself had something to think about. He had to think about this weird feeling that was creeping underneath his skin when he saw that face of the redneck close up whilst freeing him. There was something about him, in his eyes. He looked like Murphy but he clearly was nothing at all like his brother. He was different and yet the same. The feeling. He couldn't describe it. He needed to find out what this was.
"Did you feel it too?" Connor looked surprised by this question. "What feelin' Murph?" "I don't know. I can't describe it." Murphy looked at him. His eyes distant and darker than usual. "Aye. I felt it too."
"He is one of us. Isn't he?"
"Wha' do yeh mean?"
Murphy sighed. "I don't know. It feels as if he..as if.."
"...he is our brother." Connor knew that wasn't the right description but he wasn't sure either. Hell, he had no idea what was going on. He sat up too and placed himself behind his brother hugging him from behind. Placing his head on Murphy's shoulder. Suddenly afraid to lose him. Suddenly feeling as if something is going to change.
"No. Not brother. Something more and something less. Jaysis. I have no idea Conn' but we need to find out."
Murphy grabbed Connors hand and squeezed it. "Agree. We need to." Both sat and enjoyed their company. It was always just them.
But why felt it so wrong all at once?
Connor needed to figure this out.
He needed to know.
Because his soul was screaming for it.
In the middle of the night he heard footsteps and voices and Connor decided to look around the house and inside if something is up. His brother was napping and he shook him awake to tell him where he was going. Murphy just nodded, making grumpy noises. Connor went outside and took a stroll around the house using the time to hide behind one of the trees to empty his bladder. Then used some leaves to clean his hands. He would give a hand for fresh water and a shower. He hated this. He always was clean and tried to shower every day before the outbreak. Now he was glad when they found a river or anything they could wash their hands in.

He walked to the front door but everything was silent around the house. He went back into the garage and entered the house through the door there. Thinking this might be less dangerous in case that Daryl was still awake. He was more the "shoot first think afterwards"- kinda guy. And Connor really had no intention of being shot by an arrow. He entered the house and saw Daryl standing next to the door. "Yeh okay in 'ere?", Connor asked. "Yeah. We are all okay."
"I thought I heard voices and checked outside. No one to see or to hear." Daryl shifted his weight on his right leg and looked at Connor. "Yeah voices were me an' Bob. He needed to take a piss but I wouldn't let 'em go alone." The rednecks eyes fixed on Connor. "Aye. I could go with them or you and I keep watch." Daryl shook his head. "No. We are all good. I made him piss in an empty bottle." Connor and Daryl chuckled at the same time. "Yeh didn't?", the Irish said. "Sure did." Both looked at each other. For a moment they were at peace but Connor could feel the tension and all the questions both of them had. But he decided to keep this aside. There was no time for this.
"Yeh can sleep then. Yeh need to be a bit relaxed tomorrow. I don't know our plans but can't do yeh any harm if yeh would get yeh sleep, righ'? I will take yer place. Murph' is keepin' watch too." Connor offered this to Daryl even so he knew the answer already but he wanted to show him that he didn't need to fear them. Knowing that it would take a lot to make that man trust them. "No way I will let you alone with my family. So go the fuck back to your lil' facestealer." Daryl crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Fuck yeh", was the only reply he would get. Connor turned around and went back to Murphy. That redneck was annoying the crap out of him. What did he do to make him so angry and what did happen to them that they didn't trust anyone one bit?
He suited himself next to Murphy who was watching him all the time. Murphy was not sure what happened in the house but his brother looked as if he was about to kill someone. The younger twin decided to let it go and just brushed his hand over Connors forehead to make his hair, which was getting way too long, a bit more messy than it already was. "I am glad I have you Connor."
His minutes-older twin looked at him. "Yeh getting sentimental now? But I am glad yeh my brother and not that fuckhead in there."
Murphy smiled. That happened. The Redneck. "I don't know where this world will end. I don't know what will happen to us Conn' but I will always be there. I love you, yeh know?" "I love yeh too lil' brother." Conner nudged his brother and then crossed his arms behind his head. Closing his eyes for a second. What did he care for those people inside the house, when he had his soulmate right next to him. When he had his brother. He didn't need to search for something new in a world that was destroying the easiest things. None of them needed anything. Accept a wonder. A Miracle. An Anti-Virus. Something normal.

If anyone was wondering where my chapter titles come from: "Search and Destroy" by 30 Seconds to Mars.
"Grab your gun, time to go to hell I'm no hero guilty as charged Search and destroy"