Blue Kitsune: Hey gang here is the next chapter though let it be known I try to follow the episode as best I could and threw some of my own style to it. Plus, I wanted to keep Merle's character so he will be cussing a lot and tried to keep it as Southern as possible for those who might feel offended, sorry. So be warn he is definitely going to be giving off a lot of words so just thought you guys should be told. Read and Review!

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Thestral – 2

Nunda – 1 (but might change to another creature if any think it should be different as long as it has four paws and is strong)

Dragon – 3 (0 Hebridean Black/ 1 Norwegian Ridgeback/ 1 Peruvian Vipertooth/ 1 Hungarian Horntail)

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Chapter 01:

Don't Fear the Reaper,

Merle meeting an Angel in Disguise

The summers in Georgia could not have been anymore humid and unbearable as the sun was blazing high in the sky over the city of Atlanta. Usually, people would've gone inside to stay indoors with their air conditioners on full throttle or being under somewhere shady.

Those were the obvious choices though not everyone was that fortunate, especially when cuffed to the roof with a whole horde of undead zombies walking about and looking for fresh meat as long as it came from something living and still alive.

They weren't all that smart as they were pretty brain dead, no need for puns there, but if you make so much as a sound to draw their immediate attention, they'll come running and tear into the poor sonuvabitch like a pack of rabid wild dogs.

In which he, Merle Rooker Dixon was upper case fucked for sure!

He knew that he was in a shitty position and what's worse is that he didn't know what would kill him quicker: the unbearable heat, or the likelihood of the Walkers showing up to find him right there, defenseless after those bastards left him behind as goddamn zom-bait.

He thought this was seriously messed up. No wait, he took that back, it was the most fucked up experience than anything in his entire life!

That's what Merle was thinking and thought if this is the way he was to go, he would like to thank whoever shit this hell onto them for bringing this about and punch them in the goddamn face.

Now he was a lot of things, a goddamn racist, a hardcore military badass with too many anger issues, a righteous asshole. Been called a self-righteous bastard and a mean son of a bitch by many thanks to a few quarrels and disputes between both genders and other races as he couldn't help himself as it was. But did he give a flying crap about them, HELL NO!

He had every right to as this was America, the land of the goddamn Red, White and fucking Blue.

So, what if they think him and his brother were nothing but a bunch of dumb rednecks, at least they were the ones who had the guts to put these undead walkers to the ground without any hassle on their end while everyone else is too busy shitting their pants seeing them rushing at them.

Just because they were once living human being, don't mean he wasn't doing a civil service on putting them out of their goddamn misery or having the balls just to call as is.

A spade was a spade, and a zombie was a fucking dead zombie. No other questions needed.

"Stupid bunch of limp dicks! Them and their fucking moralities are what got us into this, and now they can go suck cocks for the hell of it!" They just didn't get the big picture; they didn't see that it was a dog-eat-dog, eat or be eaten.

Merle knew it was all about survival of the fittest, the strong striving and overcoming the odds while the weak are left to fend for themselves.

There were no more layback moments as people were used to and had become either too lazy or obese or were as dumb as stumps to even try to show some worth unless it was to be zombie chum and let those dead muncher snack on them while others took the opportunity to make a run for it.

It might come off harsh, but it was the god honest truth, that only those with the sheer determination and skills had what it takes and if one had to be knee deep in the guts and blood, then so be it. They did what they had to at whatever risks to get by even if it's to kill or be killed, all the sake of fairness.

Merle understood that at a young age that to get anywhere in this world, one must do what it takes to survive. The automatic instincts which makes one decide on whether to flee or fight, to do or die especially for the likes of which when it comes to their self-preservation of living for another day. The Dixons may come off as savage and volatile assholes due to their upbringing and live on the Northern side of Georgia doing whatever they can to make it through the day.

He and his brother had always been the underdogs when getting their asses handed to them by people who saw them as nothing, calling them trash and should stay on the ground while their mouth bleed and loose tooth knock out. They refuse to give in seeing that they never done it before and certainly wouldn't do it for those people!

But while everyone was acting like a bunch of scared pussies who shit themselves the first time they see those ugly fucks walking about and attacking them as they stood there screaming their fucking heads before winding up with their throats tore out.

Now while zombies had been not at the top of their list before but having reacted better than the others did, they took those things down in a volatile of bullets, arrows and whatever useful weapon they could to cut them in their tracks.

He liked to blame whoever it was to bring about doomsday so quick-like and kicking them where the sun doesn't shine before shoving their pencil dick and tiny balls down their throats for good measure.

"Fuck the lot, fuck everyone…they can all kiss my lily-white ass." He was muttering to himself, the heat making him delirious as the hot rays burn into his scalp and turning his skin to look like that of a boiled lobster and swore it wouldn't be long before he'd smell like pork cooking coming from him.

He hated begging, it made him feel weak, but he was desperate to get free and was struggling like a dog and finding not even god was to help him at all.

Then for a second, thought he heard the door leading to the roof opening and closing but as he looked up, hoping it was one of those sorry bastards but there was no one. Just himself in this godforsaken wasteland!

Merle must be losing it cause he swore that sounded like someone was walking towards him but with nothing but the blinding sun and the hot air that he was huffing and doubt he would last much longer if he didn't get this thing off him this instant!

He kept at it, kicking and working up a sweat as he tried everything to get it to come right off. His arm feeling close to dislocating as he had been pulling on that damn cuff and wasn't giving any other than the sharp pain throbbing through from his wrist right up to the shoulder itself.

His fear turned to rage and looking to the sky as if to see the Lord himself but now was cursing him for all his worth and hoping he was listening to what Merle Dixon had to say.

"I ain't begged you before. You hear me; I ain't gonna start begging now. I ain't gonna beg you now! Don't you worry about me begging you ever! I'll never beg you! I ain't gonna beg you! I never begged you before."

He was shouting at the top of his lungs, though probably wasn't that smart of him as all that loud noise was sure to bring them dead hungry fuckers his way. But he didn't care one iota as he was working on getting himself out of these cuffs and then go after those bastards, especially that doggone sheriff and that annoying fat nigga that left him up here to die like some cur!

He was bashing the pipe with his foot, jarring the thing with everything he had, putting his weight to make it budge but nothing.

Dammit, this wouldn't work, other than making his leg feel like the bones were going to shatter upon impact every time.

He even tried to break his thumb, going for it to be disjointed to help slide yet that didn't work though now he was in a world of pain but too focused on the task at hand.

Maybe he should just put a bullet to his head and get it over with, save him a hell of a lot of trouble. He was looking to where his gun laid but then seeing right beside it the overturn toolbox and the hacksaw that was just out in the open for him to find. Well if he didn't take that as a sign, he didn't know what will.

Merle went to lie on his back beneath the pipe itself, shifting about so that his free hand could reach it but no such luck. But he wasn't going to give up that easily. He just needed to get something to help grab it and moving to remove his belt and holding the end of the strap and throwing it out, trying to get the buckle to catch around the cutter.

He didn't think it would be able to cut through those cuffs and sure that the Walkers would be coming pretty soon as he could hear some commotion heading up those stairs and needed to get away before that happens.

There was only one alternative he could think of, and beggars can't be chooser, so he was going to have to grit down and bear it for the sake of surviving. When it comes to being caught in a trap, a coyote or animal will do what it takes, even biting their paw off than remain where they were, not caring they were likely to die bleeding to do.

But he was smarter than them, and he would find a way to get through this, he always did, Merle was tough as nail and could take on anything thrown his way!

Hell, he'd probably chew his arm off if it helps! He knew that time was of the essence and had to hurry before the unwanted company started showing up for dinner and him as the main course for those sorry pricks.

"Almost got it, C'mon, C'mon here you stupid piece of shit!" He was getting nowhere at this point and had to catch his second wind before trying again. He had his eyes shut for just a millisecond, but when he opened them, he was in for a shock when he saw what was standing right there in front of him, their form looming over like a dark, sinister cloud under the sunlight.

Merle was surprised yet probably would've fallen right on his ass if he hadn't been cuffed to the pipe as he was. But still having this unexpected stranger appearing out of nowhere and not making a sound to announce their arrival was enough to have him on edge and feeling a bit unnerved by their presence alone.

"Jesus Christ on a pogo stick! Who the fuck are you?" It was wearing a long black cloak with a hood that obscured their face, making it hard for him to tell whether they were male or female under that robe.

But Merle was somehow putting the pieces together in his fried addled brain and then suddenly start laughing. It only took one guess as to why they would even be here dress like that and on a hot summer day to boot.

"Well, well, I guess this is it then, time to take old Merle now aren't you?" He said this in a bitter, sarcastic tone but having a few choice words to say as this might be it for him.

"It's my time huh? Well, you better know that I'm tougher than I look and I will not go down so easy you nasty piece of shit! You hear me I will not go quietly with the likes of you!"

The cloaked figure just stood there saying nothing, though given 'Death' was not likely going to spare some final word for him, not even after Merle had hoke a lugee at his feet as one last spit in the eye towards him. "There's plenty more where that comes from, asshole!"

He had cheated Death before a couple of times in his past, a few close calls here and there, a bar fight that wound up with him getting concussed, then that time in prison when he got shanked pretty bad...

Yeah, the list went on and on but every time he was back on his feet and was like a cat with nine lives and personally giving the entity the middle finger for once again escaping his clutches.

Though now it looks like it had finally caught up with him and the bastard had come himself to collect his due.

Well, there goes his plan of him having hot threesome sex with two busty blondes and getting high as his way of going out. Oh well, they all couldn't live forever and were bound to go one way or another, but it doesn't mean Merle had to lie there and just accept it.

"That's right. You heard me, bitch, you got a problem with that? Bring it on if you're man enough, or take it up the chain if you're a pussy. That's right. That's what I said. You heard me."

Merle knew he wasn't making any well-lasting impression, but frankly, he didn't give a damn. He already figured that his chances of getting to them Pearly gates were just as slim as saying the Pope himself hitting the strips and enjoy a lapdance from a diseased stripper and snorting coke off her body.

Uh huh nope he was sure fire and brimstone were what awaits him, that is if he even believed that doggone shit…but he was not one to back down and wasn't going to give this particular entity the sheer satisfaction of seeing him lie and roll over like some dog!

"SO now what huh? Going to stand there all day and wait for me to keel and squeal like some fucking pig. Well newsflash asshole, us Dixon don't go crying like a goddamn pussy so you won't get any from me. Fat fucking chance you twisted motherfucker! I would have thought you Reapers were supposed to be carrying around sick ass weapons so where's your fucking scythe or you're too limp dick to whip one out pussy!"

He immediately noticed the stick in its right hand and almost had to laugh at the sight of it. That's it, that's what it had? Just some kind of measly ass twig oh this was too much. Like he would be pissing himself over that tiny pansy stick, well there was no way that he woul—

But then the strangest thing happened. Death finally said something, the voice was so soft and feminine, and all it took was one word while pointing that twig in his face. He could hear her inside his head now, speaking calmly in a hypnotic tone.

You're going to sleep. You are going to close your eyes and fall asleep and won't wake until I deem it time…

The voice so lucid and making it hard to resist doing as she said. Merle was feeling very much at ease, which went against everything he was and even if he had any energy to fight it, the temptation to do as it, correctly she asked was far too much.

Yes, get some shuteye for a bit, he'll just sleep and then…

He could feel himself succumbing to the given order, finding the figure was bending forward and could almost make out the bottom half underneath that cowl as they got closer to him. A well-defined chin with a soft pair of bow-shaped lips followed by a sharp straight nose.

But what precisely got him was when he looked up into a couple of bewitching emerald gems that were staring at Merle. So captivatingly and such a beautiful color they were. Those were the last thing he saw before everything went black for him.

He barely even felt the cuff coming undone or that their hand, soft and felt like warm silk against his heated skin, grab hold of his wrist. The figure had a firm grip on him before suddenly they disappeared from the roof with a sudden loud pop before the undead came, bashing the door open and missing their chance at some fresh meat.

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Merle had no idea of what was happening when he fell into his subconscious mind as time seem irrelevant when one is out for the count. The relativity that which if one grab hold of a heated pan, a second can be like an hour but if they put their hands on a smoking hot woman, an hour can seem like a second.

Or for the sake of clarity, say a man fell into a coma for four to five weeks and feel like he's waking up thinking it's Sunday.

But for Merle, he wouldn't even understand half that shit as that was all geek crap and didn't want to bruise his brain any further than it already has.

He was in no condition to otherwise after spending the last few hours being burnt under the hot smoldering sun, most likely dehydrated and needing to recoup from such an ordeal like his.

But eventually, his body was starting to grow restless lying there, and the urge to rouse was getting stronger by the minute. He was slowly coming to, moaning softly with a groan on his lips as he came around and opened his eyes sluggishly.

It took him a while for his peepers to adjust as everything seem blurry before having to blink a couple of times and get it all into focus again.

"Mmm…Jesus Christ ugh what the hell…" Merle didn't know how long he had been asleep for though given that he had been out there frying like an egg on a sidewalk and probably had passed out due to the intense heat getting to him finally.

He reached out to put his hands over his face and running his fingers up to his scalp to the back of his head, moaning.

It took just a few seconds for his brain to preregister that he was using both hands, his left as well as his right. Yes, it shouldn't be possible yet saw was rather evident that he wasn't cuffed to that damn pipe anymore.

Nor apparently still on the rooftop it seems as he was in a room with AC at full power and with such modest living conditions judging from the area itself.

He took notice that someone went to the trouble to bandage his wrist while also taking the liberty of stripping him down to his undershirt and briefs but left his things on the small side table, wash and press and folded nicely to boot.

He also noted that they even took the liberty to scrub him down seeing that his skin felt clean and no longer covered in any grime or shit on his person.

"Well if I didn't know better I say I die and this was heaven but highly doubt it." Just to prove his point he pinched his forearm, barely feeling the pain although the sunburnt made it slightly worst but unquestionably knowing he was still among the living at the moment.

He was lying on a soft bed, the comfiest he ever did lay upon as he and his brother had lumpy mattress growing up with sharp springs that caught on to their clothes and sometimes their skin if they weren't careful.

The sheets had a nice crisp feel to them and had the scent of a fresh lavender field after the summer rain, something he hadn't smell in a long time.

That scent alone brought some fragmented memories of his boyhood past. A former life from when he'd been a child and things hadn't been as bad before his ma and pa became such neglectful assholes and before Daryl had come into the picture.

He remembered that after the storm ceased, he and his ma would go outside and take a walk towards the wood, heading to where there was a meadow that appeared to be in full bloom and spread out as far as the eye could see.

He recalled how his mama always appeared so happy to be out here, being so vibrant and full of life. She was nothing at all like that drug addicted bitch she turned into after enduring her husband's constant abuses for so long but still hadn't let it brought her down, not for another two years or so before she just gave in and let herself accept it as her given fate.

She would take him to this particular spot and everything smelling like wet mud and something musky yet had this underlining the flowery fragrance that was so divine and heavenly and couldn't resist running through there laughing while she stood there watching him…

Ugh get a grip Mer, this is no time to be going down memory lane, focus man! Merle was placing his hands over his face, trying to push that thought away while he focuses on his current situation.

If he had to wager a guess, he placed his money that he was in some gal's domain, given by the scent and lack thereof anything masculine within the bedroom itself beside him being in here.

He got up slowly, his joints feeling a bit sore and tender while grabbing for his jeans and black beater and slip those on. He noted that other than the ones he had on him, his gun was missing from the pile and was either left on the roof or place somewhere else.

Well, I would doubt they'd be stupid to leave it there and reckon they wouldn't want to give me something to use against them.

But he was sure he could find something, anything useful if need be and probably have it stash somewhere if he looks carefully. He decided to check the room itself, looking underneath the bed and checking the drawers next to it. He found mostly woman's clothes and other feminine essentials then the large trunk that sat at the foot of it. There were wooly blankets, an old piece of yellow parchment, some textbooks and a few other bits of worthless junk in there.

He had check every place he could before deciding that the room didn't have any hidden weapons anywhere.

"Maybe I'll have better luck on the first floor." He realized it was one of them recreational vehicles though this one had a much better quality than that old man Dale and was very roomy with lots of space to spare as he walked down the set of small stairs that lead to the rest and gave a low whistle at what he saw.

"Hot damn, boy this must have cost a fine penny for something this swank." Now, this would be something he and Daryl would have liked very much. A personalized home that was good to drive in and can take anywhere they wanted to.

The interior had an exceptional rustic cabin appeal while having appliances that were more modern but also seem somewhat unusual in some cases, like weird spinning gadgets and even odd things that look out of the norm sitting where they were.

Walking further in, he saw what could pass as the kitchen/living room that had a roundabout booth with a table and on the kitchen counter was a medium size black pot with something simmering in there.

He took a quick peek at the stew, seeing it was a greenish tar-like substance and was bubbling just a smidge. He had no idea what it was and doubted he would want to eat whatever they were serving. Merle caught one whiff and immediately felt bile rose as it stank quite fierce and made the hairs in his nose curl up just by breathing that.

It was like something the damn cat would drag and left out in the sun to overcook before letting it rot some later.

Ugh Jesus on a hand grenade, what a stink! Probably some chili that got cooked too long. Should have damn made sure to keep a timer now that it's gone and ruin. He wasn't going to touch the crap and eventually the fire would die down when it did so he would leave it alone for now.

He didn't see any sign of anyone else besides himself in here. However, he heard something and turn his head to see there was somebody else in the room with him.

It was a dog, well more wolf-like in appearance with its lupine feature but still scary to say the least. It was quite the large breed and had a grayish pelt with flecks of silver and brown in its fur with bright yellow-amber color eyes watching him wary while also keeping the small pups in bed close to her.

She was growling but keeping it at a low volume, so she didn't wake the younglings as they slept soundly unaware of the situation going on.

Merle had to keep from cussing as he realized this look bad. There were two things he knew from given experience when it came to hunting and tracking wild predators:

You don't go and fuck something that big unless you got the guts to take it down if you can, and two never go messing with them or their pups, cause the she-bitch will give you hell for it!

Merle saw that with the mama wolf, seeing she was stalking his every move, knowing she'll come at him and take Merle down and judging by the size of those fierce chompers that could shred him to bits within minutes of them sinking into his flesh.

Even if he could find something to defend with, she was probably more capable of getting to him first before he could strike back or make a run for the door.

He had seen a dog once tear a fella's hand off back when he was in his late twenties and trying to make a quick buck. He and a couple of guys were at the junkyard trying to score some cash removing certain auto parts from the broken-down cars in the lot. They had figured that the person working wouldn't notice if a few people snuck in or even notice or care for a few missing pieces or scraps of metal as they worked on dismantling and grabbing what still seems to be in working order.

One fella seeing there wasn't much security, other than the mutts tied to the post and he in all his infinite wisdom, decides to taunt them. Merle hadn't notice, too busy with helping remove what looks like a stereo set that was sure to make a good sixty bucks in the condition it was in before he heard the screaming and turning to see what the hell was going on.

He and the others saw the dogs chasing the stupid idiot seeing that they jerk the chains free and now had to run out of there, leaving behind the stuff before they could tear into them. He didn't know what happen to that guy though he could care less as anyone with half a brain would tell you that you don't go fuck with something that had sharp teeth cause given the ample opportunity, they'll take you down with just one snap of their jaw and then it's game over.

"Easy there sweetheart, not gonna do anything to you or your young. Just relax, and no harm comes to either of us alright?" He waited for the words to sink in, keeping from making any sudden movement and waiting till she settled back down yet had her eyes tracing his movements while not budging from her comfy spot.

He took that as a good sign and kept on exploring the place while also glancing behind to see if she had moved from her spot.

Walking further to put as much distance between him and her, he made it to the back of the RV where he saw had a door leading to the other room and opening it to find what was a sort of study filled to the brim with all kinds of stuff.

There was a small table with a rickety chair sitting smack dab in the center with books and knickknacks littering it the walls cover head to toe with parchment papers, all with handwritten notes or depict drawings of the sort. There was antique furniture with old style lamps and wooden cabinets followed by a large cupboard that had delicate etchings on the surface.

He noticed a sort of perch that had a snowy white owl sitting on it, fast asleep though saw its head pull out from under its wing and look to see him before settling back down as it deems him not a threat.

Merle did not know what to think on this yet told himself that maybe they were an outdoorsman or something that like to be similar to a mountain man or in this case woman, not that he held any disregards to what they do. He then turned his focus onto the cupboard thinking that it had to have something in there and opening it up and thinking he hit the jackpot for sure.

"Well dip my cock in honey and lick my balls clean." Looking inside and found that there was an array of weapons like a few swords, daggers, long-short knives a couple of sniper rifle. The wall had a variety of others, some that look like they were from the middle ages as he eyed the Morningstar and the double-headed ax. He took to examine them and noted that they all seem to be well cared for and having to assume the guns were fully loaded but would check for the ammo.

Over on the desk, he saw what looks like a semi-automatic medieval crossbow that had a cylinder drum full of arrowheads tipped in silver and noting the mechanism was very odd yet able to figure out how to work the contraption.

Yeah definitely taking them back with me. Merle was about to go and grab one of the knives off the rack, but then the owl immediately came swooping down on him, screeching her head off.

Merle turns and immediately brought arms up to keep from getting his face scratch up by those sharp talons when it came at him like a white bat out of hell.

He could feel them tearing into the skin, rendering deep but thankfully not all the way to the bone itself and having to keep moving as the thing refuse to relent and kept attacking him.

"Hey, cut it out you stupid fat ass pigeon! Stop it, or I'll see to it you get into that pot there and eat you myself! How does crispy owl sound you overgrown fat turd!"

"That's not going to be happening, not under my watch." He heard the click of the safety being turned off and the gun now pressing into his back. Merle could tell they knew what they were doing as one shot from them would sever his spine and he'd be in a significant amount of pain, unable to do anything other than wallow in agony.

He hadn't even heard them sneak in although he had been too busy dealing with the flying nuisance to notice until it was too late and by then caught off guard.

"And if you so much as try to lay one hand on her, so much as ruffle one of her pristine white feathers, I'll take this gun and cap a bullet in that sorry ass of yours."

The bird had ceased its assault on him and now fluttering over towards the person that was standing right behind Merle while he turns around slowly as the last thing he wants is to have her go and take a shot at him.

His arms were hurting like hell, and his right cheek stung as it managed to snag him good and feel a thin trail of blood seeping down and sure was going to leave a mark. He got a few more scratches, yet it was his pride that took the most beating to as he couldn't believe he let this happen and by a fucking bird no less.

He hated to admit it that he didn't like this being the second time someone got the jump on old Merle when he was distracted by something otherwise.

First that annoying asshole sheriff, now this. He swore he was not going to tell Daryl a goddamn thing about this or he wouldn't hear the end of it for sure. He saw that pompous fluff ball was giving him a smug, superior look as it sat comfy on her right shoulder and ignoring the glare send its way.

Damn that rotten no good puffball! If looks could kill, that thing would be spit and roasted and serve for dinner. He never ate owl before, and sure it would taste almost like chicken, maybe a bit gamey, but he ate worst crap.

Though he might not get the chance considering the predicament, he was in, and that goddamn bird knew it as it preens its feathers while the owner hadn't lowered her weapon even when the danger has passed.

He took his attention off it to the woman staring with the gun in hand. She appeared to be in her early to mid-twenties, standing firm and had her gaze locked on him the whole time. Merle was surprised though also thoroughly impressed finding that she wasn't leaving him an opening even if he was sure he could take her out with sheer brute force.

But then again, there was that owl who was still watching him, and Merle knew she'd likely strike again before the woman takes the shot and put him down if she had to. Those two worked as a team and had the others back in any case, and he didn't want to go testing how good a shot she was as he like his ass cheeks just the way they were without any bullets in them.

Merle had been in the military for quite some time and could tell when someone has gone through some severe hardcore training and seeing she look like the kind who do something similar though in a different manner.

Merle couldn't be sure why, but he got a certain vibe coming from her that left him on edge, which he couldn't fathom and left him unsure of whether or not he could trust her.

Then again with the undead running amuck, any experience needed to survive, and sure she must've picked it up along the way. Or maybe not, he could quickly read a person, know what kind of poker face they gave and always tell when someone is either bluffing and can smell bullshit a mile away.

The young woman wasn't letting her guard down around him, and Merle wouldn't blame her as he wouldn't trust himself either if they were in opposite position. She kept her stance firm with her finger on the trigger and looking him dead in the eye, telling him not to fucking try anything while she had all the cards.

He knew he shouldn't, but Merle couldn't help staring and seeing this gal wasn't too bad on the eyes and liked what he saw. She wore a dusty tan jacket over a leather halter top that was lace in front and showing enough skin around her midriff and narrowed down the crevice near her bosoms while keeping them girls snug in place.

She had some washout denim jeans that hugged all the right curves and into a pair of dark blue-green alligator boots. No, they're snakeskin given the distinct markings as well as the matching belt she had on. Plus, that they might belong to the same critter that gave her those dangling earrings hanging on her lobes.

Her skin relatively tanned and bronze from being out in the sun and seeing she didn't all too bother by getting dirt under her fingers as there was some caked on her chin and forehead, showing she had been outside before coming back in to hear the sudden commotion in the backroom. Her midnight jet-black hair fell right past her shoulders and going mid-back with a quarter down to the tips dye a dark, almost crimson-like red with longer fringes falling to the side of her face with most leaning to the right.

She was staring with those bright green eyes, and Merle could see them burning with such vivid intensity, shimmering with absolute certainty that said not to go messing with her because she'll fight back. She was not one to pull punches as she gazed right at him without so much as blinking or giving away what she was thinking.

Course, he'd give her a grand eight out of ten on the meter of sexy looking chicks he'd like to bump uglies. Now she was not some drop dead gorgeous bombshell from one of his favorite titty magazines but did cut quite the intriguing figure with that lithe, slender form she had but was obviously packing some heat on her person.

Merle had heard a noise right by her left and saw she had another massive wolfdog at her side, this one pitch black and was growling with hackles raise, its stance showing he was ready to pounce when given the signal. He knew that looking at how things were and seeing he was outnumbered and outgunned; it was time to give and admit defeat.

"Fine missy you win, not going to do anything to Tweety there though I think you better do something with that Chili of yours, cause from the stink of it, I say you best throw it out."

The woman raised a thin brow taking a chance to sniff the air, smelling the odor that was premating outside from the pot itself. "Nope, it's supposed to come out like that, which means it's almost finished."

"Uh huh right…" He wasn't going to say anything although was rather curious on who she was. It was apparent from her accent she was one of them Brits though the way she dressed and act show she was adjusting to being on their good ole' American soil for some time.

"Look I'm not going to do a thing ta ya missy, so mind putting that piece there away before someone gets hurt, namely me?"

He saw her consider it and thankfully slipped the gun into the holster on her belt. The dog, however, still on guard and keeping his eye on Merle during this procedure before the young woman indicated for them to come out of her studies as she had Merle go first followed by the pooch with her being last as she closed and locked the door behind them. They were heading for the kitchen when Merle couldn't help asking as he was dying to know just who she was.

"So, um let me holler a guess here, you were on vacation strolling to see the many wonders we Yanks provide and now you're stuck thanks to this crapper." She went to move the pot toward the sink, turning the burner off before giving the stew a few stirs until it cools down.

"Nope, I'm a USA citizen, been one for three, almost four years now though seems mote point thanks to what's happening now does it?" She grabbed a small brown vial she had set out and added three drops to the mixture. She watched as the liquid started to change color, going from a puke green to a vivid transparent yellow that didn't smell so pungent. She'd give it five minutes then see to bottling it the stuff up.

She turns her head, noting that he hadn't moved, not when the dog remain where he was and keeping track of his position and see he didn't try anything with her back turn.

"Way I see it, this shitstorm is global and hitting every place like a bad case of STD, and now everyone is sure as fucked just like us."

Merle, despite the given situation, had to agree with her as he couldn't have put it better himself. He gave a wry chuckle, finding that was rather amusing coming out of her mouth.

"You bet your sweet tits it is girlie." He said this while he eyed her shapely rear as she had moved to grab something from the top shelf although the bird swivels its head around and giving him the stink eye as it noticed what he was doing and didn't like it one bit.

He didn't give a rat's ass and decided to provide the bird with a 'bird' of his own, smirking as it hissed at him and then gave it another just for the hell of it. The bird was squawking noisily and seeing her master turn to glare at Merle while reaching to calm her pet by stroking her ruffled feathers before she finally settles down. She then looks at him once more with a dark scowl on her face.

"Really, so very mature, at least try to act your age otherwise I might have to teach you a lesson cause I know you were checking me out just now and I'm half tempted to give it to ya."

"Oh, is that a promise sweetcheeks because I sure wouldn't mind having you give me some of that fine sugar." He admitted she did have this smoldering appeal in a sort of wild cowgirl-biker way and wouldn't mind tapping that at the very first chance he got.

It's been quite a while since he had gotten laid and knowing he liked to put the screw on her and get his rocks off a couple of times, depending on how good she was in the sack. He imagined her wearing only her birthday suit and seeing those breasts jiggling as she rode on him or having her on all fours as he gave it to her from behind, squeezing that ass while fingering her pussy.

Maybe if she played her cards right and after they had done it a few times, he could convince her to be the meat filling for the Dixon brother's sandwich once he got Daryl on board with this sweet hot filly here.

It had been a while since both brothers got to partake in sharing an exceptional woman and knowing Daryl had been having a bit of a dry spell and not having much luck with the ladies either and could use some nookie-nookie action.

The gals back at camp were too prudish for his taste, most a bit bland and some just too bitchy, maybe a couple were rug munchers but this one here, she most certainly made the top on his short list.

She had gone to move and leaning her body against the counter while looking in his direction with arms cross. "You know I could have easily left you back where I found you if it weren't for my SPS."

"Ah your what now?" He wasn't sure what she was talking about before she explained, "My 'saving people syndrome'. It's what one of my friends use to call it, given I have this tendency to go out of my way to do the irrational that goes beyond the norm to save anyone. Even those like dirty old farts who I might find I prefer to keep their trap shut and not cause me any problems."

"Well sorry there, dollface I know I come off as a bit much." She swore he saw her snort and muttering under her breath, 'a bit' but continue saying, "Yet I can't help myself as I don't know anything about you and frankly it's hard to show my gratitude if they don't give out their name."

She seems to consider that and even though the suspicion was still on her face but saw she no longer view him as a troublemaker.

"It's Harley, Harley Black and this here's Sirius, and that's his mate, Remus or Remy as I call her and those are their babies there." She indicated to the other wolfdog that gone to join her and the pups then finally to the owl on her shoulder, "Also you already met Hedwig. Keep in mind, her bark is worse than her bite, but I suppose you already figure that out just now."

He said nothing though saw her glaring at him before she flew off Harley's shoulder over to the nearby windowsill, knowing the danger had passed but wasn't going to let Merle get off so quickly as she twisted her head at a 180 degree to keep her eyes on him the whole time.

Harley though that now that was out of the way and going to the sink to pull a dish towel and dab some alcohol she kept underneath it and walking towards him. His scratches weren't too severe, just a couple grazes on his arms and chest, but then the one on his right cheek did have her full attention.

If Merle had been unaware and not managed to deflect her talon from going in further, he might have lost his eye though now had the cut go down towards his chin.

"Hold still this might sting a bit." She had it pressed to his face and putting pressure on it to stop the bleeding. She would check on it again to make sure how it was healing and was also confident he wouldn't be in need of any stitches though it would leave a scar if any.

"So, was that the only reason you did come to my aid, that whole SPS thing?" Merle was trying to get a better sense of who she was, feeling she wasn't telling him everything though it wasn't like he was going to give away his secrets either. That was the main golden rule one had to live by as you always got to keep your guard up, no matter what.

He was trying to remember what happened on the roof but everything seems slightly foggy to him, only a few details that seem to get him, like those eyes of hers that were so mesmerizing but also a bit disturbing that didn't settle too well with him.

She was a total enigma to him, but somehow, he felt he could at least consider that she had saved his ass and he owes it to her on all accounts.

Harley shrugged, pulling the towel away and then going over to the sink to wash and wring it out until it was no longer trickling pink down the disposal.

"Kinda, I was passing through, and like you searching for supplies and was in the building adjacent. I saw you outside there and no one else around. I wasn't too sure, but I didn't think you should have been left out like that, even though I imagine you had to have done something shitty to wind up cuff without the key close by."

"Yeah well, that damn cop shouldn't have let that nigga with the key, dropped it in the damn pipe and left me to rot up there." He muttered this to himself and Harley didn't make any comment other than shake her head before moving to scoop some up the gooey stew into a tumbler.

She came back over and held the glass out to him. "Here this will help some." He tried not to let it show, but the grimace was already set in his face and giving her an 'are you kidding' look as she wanted him to drink that shit.

He was trying not to breathe it in but the stench was overwhelming and wondering what on God's green earth did she think that by making him drink that wouldn't make him feel ten times worst. Already the need for a hit was coming and though he left his crap back at camp and sure he wasn't going to like what would happen if he didn't get some.

"Ah, thanks but I'm not so much as parch to try whatever this is, and honestly I rather have a beer." Harley refused to budge and wasn't going to let him get any leverage out of this.

"Sorry, no alcohol until you take this. I'll let you have your booze when every drop is gone deal?"

The offer of having a cold draft waiting for him was tempting in itself and thought would be worth it if he just sucks it up and drinks that shit down.

It sure can't be as bad as long as he made it quick and not breath it through his nose. That's how his ma use to when he and his brother refuse to take the shitty medicine the doctor prescribes.

"Well bottoms up." He took a huge swig, doing his best not to gag at the first mouthful, the taste was the worst he ever had in his entire life ever had, and that was even when he was in the Marine's and ate some shitty food there too.

He could feel his gut threatening to upchuck it, but eventually, he managed to get it down in one go without so much as trying to keep from showing her how much he appreciated her little beverage concoction.

"Ugh, that had to be the foulest, most nasty thing I ever did taste. I swear I will never take that again, so help me, not if you paid me a million dollars."

Although as the stuff was running through him, his body starting to feel a bit better, new energy was surging through, and the pain in his arm was already fading like it was nothing at all. By the time it was finished, it felt like he was at a hundred and ten percent and turning to her with a perturb stare and had to go and ask, "Just what the hell was in that there protein shake of yours?"

Damn, he thought if anyone knew about this, she would've most likely made a surefire mint selling it to anyone in need of this stuff.

She gave him a bit of a light smirk and said, "Trust me you don't want to know. Otherwise, you might not want to partake this stuff down again, even for said a million dollars."

She took the glass from him and went to set it in the sink before walking towards the fridge to grab those cold beers she kept on ice. She handed one to him while taking the other for herself, watching him swig that down with a few gulps of it in quick succession.

Merle was enjoying it like it was the best damn ambrosia he ever had tasted in his life. She thought so too considering she had to find any general store or markets that wasn't empty of everything down to the last can of beans or powdered milk. People in desperate times were bound to go to such length as to stockpile onto whatever they can get a hold of to survive in this day and age.

Seeing how he felt much better than before and in the likely even he might need some of whatever she cooked to get him back on his feet. "Right so um you got anything else to eat in this here tin can cause honey I haven't had anything for a while and could sure use some grub right about now."

"Hmm, you in the mood for some meat and baked potato soup with a side of blackberry cobblers?" She had been fortunate to head out to the woods that afternoon and found a bushel growing that showed they were sweet and ripe and ready for plucking.

She had grabbed as many she could to bring back here, then getting the pie all set but would need time to bake. She was sure the man could wait it out but if not she had a few candy bars and other sweets and snacks that they could nibble on instead.

Merle couldn't help it; he laughed, he laughed so hard his belly hurt but was well worth it.

He had to say this was by far the strangest day he had, and even though Merle thought this was all too good to be true. But Harley wasn't pulling his leg or nothing, and he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast and was very much hungry.

"Sweetcheeks, you got me at the words meat and potato and hoped you got enough to feed this old dog cause I could eat a horse if any. The name's Merle, by the way, Merle Dixon at your service."

"Well, then I'm glad to say it's nice to meet you Mer, even in these unexpected circumstances that we're in." She smiled at him before heading for the pantry where she kept all the packaged goods and rummaging about in there. Merle was about to see if he could offer his service but Harley shouted out, "No worries I got it Mer. I have two here for both of us, and it will take just a couple minutes to get them done."

She grabbed both cans and getting the pot going as well as the oven to get preheated for only them.

As Harley grab the bowls and silverware from their cupboard and Merle did lend a hand getting them set onto the table while she was busy tending to the food. He thought that was fair on his part seeing how she went to the trouble of letting him crash here and eat her food and such. He may be no gentleman, but he did owe her some and wasn't about to take her hospitality for granted, no sir!

As they sat down across from one another, both enjoying a bowl of Chunky's soup that tasted like manna from the Gods themselves and drinking another beer to wash it down. It was strange to Merle, how today had turned out.

One moment he's on the roof, about ready to cut his hand off then waking up in someone's RV with a woman and her animal critters in there and she was carrying nearly as much ammunition in that other room of hers wondering just what else was there to this Harley gal.

Harley was at the stove, bringing the cobbler out to set to cool and caught a whiff of it and already felt his mouth watering as he couldn't wait to take a bite of that.

He figured going back to the others could wait as he rather enjoys this for a bit longer, especially with such excellent company like Miss Harley Black and her superb blackberry cobbler as they ate together, talking and laughing amid between bites.

Blue Kitsune: Whew that took me a while to get that done right and didn't expect it to turn out as long as it did. Though you know what they say, a writer's work is never done until it is done right or something along the lines. Yeah, it does seem lengthy but I just play it out and thought it fits to give it some detail and hope you enjoy. I was trying to watch the episode and get how Merle would during that moment and I think I got it down which I hope everyone saw.

Well I hope you enjoy that also if anyone wants to take a guess at what breed they are, Sirius and the pups, if you guess right I give you a cookie. And if you guys were wondering about that study, look up Grimm Marie's trailer to get a look see as I also watched the show and thought of how Harley would want something to carry her artillery as such and be something old like in a way. Also please leave a review at the bottom and show some love for this.

Another thing before I let you go, now that you know Hedwig is alive I have to ask what you consider the reason:

A) a phoenix familiar

B) a unique magical creature that Death bestow to make her strong like her mistress

C) a tough ass bird that is just normal but got moves to prove it

D) Or Other

(open to any suggestions to whether she should be another familiar of the avian sort) Remember decided and I'll be sure to cast the votes in total when you're done.