This is the much-requested "sequel" to the Tent Party. Again ... I DO NOT OWN The Walking Dead or any of its characters. All other o/c's are mine. This is purely for humor, and was inspired by some of my favorite movies, and um *cough,cough* some personal expereince! ;-}
*Also, yes, I am aware that this is NOT likely to actually happen in the TV series! Thats why its called Fan Fiction!
It had been a week since our little "get together" and my black eye was healing nicely. As much as it killed me to admit, it was pretty fun; something that wasn't a normal part of life anymore. I still hadn't dared to ask Daryl what the hell happened to my pants. I was secretly waiting for a time when he was "vulnerable" to get it out if him, but I had a suspicion that I could be waiting for a long, long time.
Glenn, Rick and T-dog had made a supply run, and came upon an out-of-the-way mom and pop store. They were blessed not only to make it back safely, but to actually find some supplies inside. They came back with a ton of first-aid stuff, some ammo, and even a small amount of food! Much to Merle's delight they found SPAM, pork 'n beans, and beef jerky which I have no doubt put both the Dixons in redneck heaven. At one point I caught Glenn slip Merle a can of Skol, and I could only assume he was simply trying to insure his status as a "friend". After all, Merle and Daryl made better friends than enemies. A few minutes later I saw Daryl and Glenn talking all discreet-like and I decided to be nosey.
"Whatcha got there?" I asked, enjoying the fact that both of them jumped a little.
Glenn turned three shades of fucked … "Uh, nothing … whataya need?"
"Well I thought you were passing out presents, and I came to get mine" I grinned.
Daryl shot a glare my way and just as he was about to open his mouth (and say something divine I presume) Shane made his way towards us with Kayla beside him. I snickered at the fact that he wasn't wearing his ball cap.
"What now?" Glenn grumbled softly.
"Afternoon" Shane gave us all a once-over, and then turned to Daryl. "Seems we're getting low on meat. I'd appreciate it if you and your brother went on another hunt"
Shane? Appreciative? HAH! Funny how an apocalypse turns you into an ass-kisser.
"Already plannin' to" muttered Daryl, the man of few words.
"Well… I see … since you're on top of things, why don't I send these three along with you? Seems ya'll ain't got nothing better to do. Besides," Shane gave me a fierce stare "maybe then the rest of us can finally get some sleep".
I gave him my best 'fuck you' smile.
"What the hell Shane … you could at least ask, we're not you're fuckin' prisoners!" Kayla yelled as Shane walked away.
I leaned in towards her, "think of it this way … it's a little get-away … you know, a vacation from Captain Asshat"
Kayla let out a loud huff, but then snickered anyway. Hell, I wasn't much of a hunter either, but at least it gave us something to do.
I noticed Merle was awfully quiet, and I turned to see him grinning at his treasured can of chaw. I nudged Kayla, "Check it out… I think Merle's gonna kiss that can". She rolled her eyes and I thought to myself how glad I was to have Happy Merle around. Mean Merle isn't so nice to play with. Chalk one up for Glenn.
Daryl didn't seem to care one way or the other who was coming with him. He would get the job done regardless, and we all knew it. I figured we could all take it easy, for the most part, and let Daryl and Merle do their thing. The risk of running into walkers was fairly minimal, but if we happened to see any, who better to hide behind than the Dynamic Dixon Duo?
So, Kayla, Glenn and I packed up a few things and headed out behind Daryl with Merle bringing up the rear. Huh, doesn't THAT sound about right?
We trudged into the wilderness and walked forever until Glenn finally asked if we could take a break.
"Damn kid, what the hell you got in that pack? It looks bigger 'an you!" Merle snapped.
"Nothing man …" Glenn was obviously carrying something more than hunting gear.
"Quiet!" hissed Daryl. "Merle … over there"
We all turned slowly to see a rather large deer in the distance. Daryl motioned for us all to crouch down and stay where we were. Merle dropped his pack quietly, and they headed in Bambi's direction. The two men were communicating silently via hand signals and Kayla and I watched in awe. It was a little nerve-wrecking having to be so still and quiet. Merle dropped to his knee and took aim, while Daryl was making his way around the side.
CRASH!
In a fleeting moment, the deer was gone and we all turned to see Glenn on the ground looking up at us, his expression the same as the meals-on-wheels that we just lost.
"God dammit Glenn!" screamed Daryl.
"What the fuck? That woulda been a sweet kill!" hissed Merle.
Kayla and I froze. Maybe this trip wasn't going to be so relaxing.
Glenn quickly got to his feet and I realized that the crash had been him tripping over his pack and landing on Merle's.
Glenn pleaded to the rednecks, "sssssorry man … it wasssss an accccccident!"
There was a full minute of silence until Kayla and I couldn't contain ourselves anymore. I fell on the ground clutching my sides and Kayla was covering her mouth, still visibly shaking with laughter. Since he was still missing a tooth, every "s" that Glenn said came out more like a whistle, and trying to take him seriously was just not happening!
Daryl stalked back over to where we were obviously not happy. I think I could see the steam coming out of Merle's ears.
Kayla moved towards Glenn in an effort to prevent Daryl from smacking him, but instead Daryl just starting unpacking. "Might as well set up camp … its gonna git dark soon." He gazed at Glenn "and I ain't going back 'til we got something to take with us"
Kayla and I exchanged looks, both surprised that was all Daryl had to say.
We continued to set up camp and settle in as the sun faded into the horizon. Merle had started a small fire and amazingly shared his spam with us … although I'm not quite sure if that was a blessing. For the most part everyone was quiet, taking in the fresh air and attempting to relax.
Then it all started …
"shit … I gotta pee" Kayla said scooting closer to the fire.
"hmpf …stay the hell away from me" Merle murmered.
Glenn let out a giggle, and Kayla got up. "Sadie, you wanna come with me?"
"Not really", I whined "I'm all nice and cozy here by the fire"
"Well, so much for us females stickin' together! Fine, I'll go by myself".
She started off into the woods before Daryl chimed in, "Just don't go far … and holler if ya see anything"
"Sure thing." The sarcasm Kayla spit out was practically tangible.
The four of us sat for a minute until I couldn't resist it any longer, "Glenn, what the hell you got in that pack of your s anyway? You never did tell us"
Glenn shot me a salty look and I silently remarked that he had been hanging out with Daryl for too long.
"Sorry … I wasn't trying to pry. Whatever it is …it just looks awfully heavy. I thought you could use some help carrying it"
"No, that'ssssss OK Ssssssadie" dear god, that whistle again.
Just then, we heard rustling in the bushes, and Merle was on his feet instantly. Daryl grabbed his crossbow, and all fell silent. Merle creeped forward and whispered "Kayla … that you?"
Kayla came running towards us at full speed, obviously shaken and panting like crazy. I jumped up and grabbed a hold of her. "What is it? Did you see a walker?"
Still catching her breath she hunched over with her hands on her knees. "No … but I heard something … over that way. Sounded like people … living people"
"I say we go find 'em" merle said as he cocked his rifle. "Maybe they got some food"
"Wait!" I exclaimed "What if they think we're walkers? I mean they'll probably just shoot first and ask questions later right?"
"shit ... they ain't gonna have the chance to shoot me first!" Merle motioned at Glenn,"C'mon boy, we're gonna check it out. Little Bro …you stay here with the ladies. If we ain't back in an hour, haul ass back to camp"
Poor Glenn looked terrified but was probably more scared of saying no to Merle.
"Screw that …I ain't no babysitter!" said Daryl. "Sadie put out the fire. Kayla show us the way"
Guess we know which brother wears the pants in that family!
I did as I was told and grabbed Glenn by the arm feeling the need to be close to someone at that point. We all crept through the woods until the sounds got louder and louder and eventually I spotted a small light in the distance.
I tugged on the back of Daryl's shirt to get him to stop. He whipped around, and I pointed towards the light. He reached for his binoculars and peered into the darkness for a few moments, then passed the binoculars to Merle. Kayla, Glenn and I were crouched down behind Merle wondering what the hell they were looking at.
Daryl spoke softly "Looks like they got some kinda fence. I think we better git a closer look 'fore we go stormin' in there"
Just as Merle was turning to join the conversation, there was a voice from the shadows,
"DON'T. FUCKIN. MOVE."
Oh shit, was that a woman's voice?