A/n: Okay guys so here's Chapter three! Hope you enjoy it. Please read and review!
Disclaimer: I only own Ronnie and her dad. Walking Dead is not mine, sadly.
Chapter 3
"You both are not doing this," Rick stated, pacing slightly in the tiny office we were holed up in. Glenn and I were kneeling on the floor, planning the best routes to the guns.
"Even I think it's a bad idea. And I don't even like you much," Daryl snapped, looking at Glenn. He turned to look at me, shaking his head, "Your dad'll kill you."
"That's why my father is not here," I stated, staring into his icy blue eyes until he looked away.
"It's a good idea," Glenn retorted, "Ok if you just hear me out." He looked at me and I nodded to continue.
"If we go out there in a group, we're slow and drawing attention. If just me and Ronnie go, we both can move fast. look," Glenn said, moving pieces on the board of 'streets' he drew on the floor with a sharpie. "There's the tank, five block from where we are now," pointing to a binder clip. Throwing a rolled up sticky note in front of the binder clip, he continued, "There's the bag of guns. And here's the alley I dragged you into when we first met. That's where Ronnie, Daryl and I will go."
"Why me?" Daryl asked.
"Your crossbow is quieter than his gun," Glenn explained. I looked back and forth between the two before Glenn continued once again.
"While Daryl is here, me and Ronnie run for the bag."
"Wait? You have us elsewhere?" Rick asked. Sitting back against an old desk, I listened intently.
"You and T-Dog, right? You'll be in this alley here. If anything goes wrong, we have you covering us from both ways. We'll get out no problem," Glenn looked at me and smiled.
"Hey kid, what'd you do before all this?" Daryl asked. Glenn shrugged, "Delivered pizza. Why?" Everyone nodded and we headed out of the office to our alley ways. Just before I climbed down the ladder after Glenn, Daryl grabbed my wrist.
"'f anythin' goes wrong, you run back to me. I'll cover you," he explained. Staring at him, I nodded. As I climbed down the ladder, I heard him mumble, "I don't want ya da' to kill me." Smirking to myself, I jumped off the last rung into the alley and followed Daryl as he approached the side walk. As Daryl loaded his crossbow from behind a dumpster, he smirked, "You got some balls for a Chinaman." Rolling his eyes, Glenn replied, "I'm Korean." A simple "whatever" was the last I heard from Daryl as we headed out to the street. I followed Glenn with my hunting knife out as we wove through cars and walkers. We seemed to be in the clear once Glenn grabbed the bag and Rick's hat. I took off, knowing Glenn was okay and headed back to the alley way, when I heard someone yelling in what seemed to be Spanish. As I got closer to the alley way, I saw two men beating Daryl. One of them grabbed me, as the other tried to the wrestle the bag out of Glenn's hands. The guy holding me threw me into the side of the dumpster, knocking my head and the last thing I heard was Glenn screaming Daryl's name.
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I woke up back in the office we were in before. Rubbing my head, I winced when I heard a deep voice, "Hey don't do that." Looking up, I saw Daryl walking towards me.
"What happened?" I asked, pulling my hand away from my head.
"Got jumped. Took one of theirs hostage though," Daryl explained kneeling in front of me as he examined my head wound.
"Where's Glenn? Is he okay?" I asked groggily. Daryl shrugged, "Damn spics got him. We're gonna go see them soon." Nodding, I sighed, rubbing my eyes before looking back at him. His mouth was in a straight line, his eyes shining.
"Don't you eve' fuckin' do that again," his voice was deep, meeting the look his eyes were giving me.
"Ya, ya. I know. My father will kill you, yada yada," I laughed, wincing when I realized how badly my head was throbbing. Ignoring my comment, he continued, "Ya coulda got ya self killed Ronnie."
"But you had my back. I had nothing to worry about," I snapped, attempting to stand up. I was fine until I was straight up when I noticed the room was spinning and tilting. But Daryl was right there, wrapping an arm around my waist.
"C'mon. Let's go see the others," he muttered, helping me into the office in the next room.
"You okay?" Rick asked as I sat down in an old office chair. Giving him thumbs up, I mumbled, "Peachy," before I closed my eyes and rubbed my head wound.
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Next thing I knew, we were all pointing weapons at the teen age boy we took hostage, approaching his friend's hide out. An older hispanic man came out of the doors.
"You okay little man?" he asked.
"They wanted to cut off my feet,' the boy stated, nervously. The older guy looked around the teen, "Cops do that." The smartass teen continued, "Not him. This redneck puto here. He cut off some man's hand, showed it to me." I couldn't help but smirk. This kid wasn't a big shot like he was earlier. Another guy came running out of the doors, holding a gun up.
"Hey that's the bastard right there that shot me in the ass with an arrow man!"
"Yeah and ya smashed her head against a dumpster. Sound even?" Daryl growled, his temper getting to him. I glanced over at him as I focused on pointing my shot gun as the guy who smashed my head in. There must have been a mention of a shoot out, because suddenly Daryl was in front of me, his crossbow raised. As we backed away from the compound, I glanced up to see Glenn duck taped and hands tied behind his back. I felt my temper boiling as we walked away.
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A/n: Okay, so here's a quick chapter three. More on the way! :) Please read and review. I made Ronnie seem so focused at the end, because when you're pointing a gun at someone, everything else doesn't matter. Anyways, hope you guys like it!
