Rick and Daryl raced to the door to look out. They could see three bikers crouched down behind a haybail outside the stables. Daryl pulled his gun and shot two of them before they even knew the two of them were there, while Rick shot the last one, dropping him immediately to the ground.
"Who's firing?" Rick asked Daryl who had a better view.
"Tyreese and Maggie." Daryl answered, shooting at another man who was hiding around the backside of the house kittycorner to where he and Rick were.
"If you go up to the second level of the barn, I'll cover from here and maybe we can draw most of them out." Rick said.
Daryl nodded and ran quickly to the ladder that took him to the loft and climbed it. Racing toward the upper doors, Daryl opened one and grabbed his rifle, waiting for someone to poke their head out. Through the scope, he could see Tyreese hiding behind a piece of heavy machinery and Maggie was behind the tool shed near the house. He saw Michonne moving toward the house with her katana poised to strike. She was probably the best one to go into the house.
In his head, he was already counting down the number from 15, and they had 8 left. Scanning the yard, Daryl searched for Merle and Andrea, finding one behind the barn and another laying on their belly on the backside of a ditch with the rifle aimed and ready.
Michonne crouched down beside the side door to the house and picked up a large rock, before hurling it through the window, causing a loud commotion and a lot of gunfire. The gunfire came from within the house, giving Daryl the location of several shooters. Seeing two guns coming out of the front window, Daryl waited for them to shoot again, and squeezed the trigger, injuring the one on the right.
At the side door, Michonne waited until someone moved near before she made another noise to draw them out. Kicking the door open, a biker in leather pants came racing through shooting, but Michonne was crouched down low. Swinging her sword, she sliced right through both legs of the man, dropping him to the ground. Screaming in agony, he continued to shoot his gun until Michonne severed his head with one slice.
Looking down at the lower legs of the man, she picked them up and through them through the door. She could hear shouting inside and waited as two more came out with gun blazing. Since she was around the corner, they ran right past her and Daryl was able to shoot one clean through the chest while Merle killed the other one with two shots; one to the head and one to the stomach.
Merle closed in behind Michonne to provide cover for her as she ducked inside the door that led to a hallway. Moving stealthily, Michonne and Merle entered the house. Andrea didn't waste any time either and bolted for the house right behind them, only someone was in the upper window and shot, hitting her in the shoulder.
"Shit!" Daryl swore, seeing her go down. He had to give it to her though, she kept rolling until she lay behind an old pickup truck.
Eying the upper window where the shooter was, Daryl waited and was rewarded when the shooter moved to the other side to get a better view. Daryl hit him in the temple in a clean kill, dropping him instantly, before racing down the ladder.
"Andrea's hit! I'm gonna go grab her and put her with the girls." Daryl yelled at Rick.
"All right. How many are we at?" Rick called out.
"Five left if we counted right." Daryl said, standing next to the door he was about to bolt from.
"Glenn, this is Rick, do you read me?" Rick said into the walkie.
"This is Glenn, go ahead." Glenn replied.
"Start making your way here. Pull up right in front of the barn. You're armored and there are only 5 or so guys left." Rick relayed to him.
"On my way." Glenn said.
Daryl waited for the shooting to pick up again and dashed for the old pickup truck where Andrea was laying on the ground.
Startling her, she pulled her gun fast, aiming it at him.
"Jesus! You scared the shit out of me." Andrea swore.
"You already shot me once. You really wanna do that again?" Daryl joked, looking to see how much blood she was losing.
"It's just my shoulder. Hurts like hell." Andrea complained.
"Glenn's on his way. Let me help ya into the barn. We're gonna load the girls as soon as he gets here." Daryl said, helping her to her feet.
Taking Andrea's arm, he lifted her, but once she stood, she started swaying dizzily.
"Oofdah." Andrea said, going pale.
"Come on. Lean on me. I'll help ya get in there." Daryl said, seeing the lack of color in her face. The minute she stood, the blood started to spread.
By the time they got to the door she was too dizzy to walk so he picked her up.
"I'm fine, Daryl. I can walk." She mumbled.
"Uh huh." He agreed, pacifying her stubborn need to look like a badass.
Hurrying, he carried her to the end of the stable where the other girls were now huddled together. They had at least 20 girls of all ages ranging from 14 to 30, making Daryl's stomach turn.
"This is Andrea. Will one of you put pressure on that gunshot? The truck is on its way to get all of us." Daryl explained, looking at the wide eyed expressions of the women.
No one moved for a minute, then one woman stepped forward.
"I'm Rachel. I'll take care of her. I was a nurse." She stated and he could instantly tell she had strength of character and a calm head.
Grabbing one of the blankets from the stall, she grabbed the knife from the one girl Daryl had given it to and tore off a hunk of it. Wadding it up, she laid Andrea down and pressed it firmly to her wound.
Andrea yelped.
"Sorry about that. I'd give you drugs if we had 'em but the kind they got around here aren't any you wanna have in your system so bear with me." Rachel smiled sympathetically down at Andrea who gritted her teeth and nodded.
"You got her?" Daryl asked, looking at Rachel.
"Yup. You go take care of those assholes." Rachel said with an eerily vicious smile on her face that made Daryl smirk.
"My pleasure." He replied, winking at her playfully before running back toward Rick.
By the time he got there, everyone was inside the house. Two gunfights were going on within the house. One upstairs and one on the main level. Daryl hurried in the same way Michonne and Merle entered and quickly found them.
They were in the hallway and had cornered two men in the bathroom beyond the door. The men had no way out and so they were just waiting.
"Why're we waitin'?" Daryl asked.
"I got a grenade. Let's just use it." He added, making sure he was loud enough.
Michonne didn't even have time to reply to Daryl before they heard the two men call out to them.
"We surrender! We're coming out." They called from behind the door.
"Open the door and slide your guns out here first." Daryl called.
The door opened and three guns were slid out on the floor. Merle and Daryl stood to the side of the door waiting as the two walked out with their hands raised. Merle and Daryl immediately hit them in the heads with the butt of their guns, knocking them out.
They heard the last gunshots from upstairs and knew that this part of the battle was over.
"Now what?" Rick asked, coming up behind them.
"We send the women back in the carrier with Glenn and Maggie and we either stay and clean this up and wait 'til Breed gets here or we take one of their walkies back to the Major so they can triangulate his location using their frequencies." Daryl stated, looking at Rick.
"He's more unprotected here though. Less people." Rick said.
"Well, we got two on the floor there that might be able to tell us when he's coming." Daryl nodded toward the unconscious bikers.
"Perfect." Rick said, smiling, looking down at the groaning men.
Squatting down next to them, he tapped one of them with his foot. The man moaned and opened his eyes.
"Hello. We've got some questions for you." Rick said with a tight-lipped politeness.
The man closed his eyes again so Rick gave him a swift boot to the ribs and his eyes popped open.
"You can sleep later. When does Breed get here?" Rick asked impatiently.
The man looked at him for a minute, but he wasn't moving fast enough so Daryl grabbed him by the shirt front and yelled.
"I will start breaking bones if you don't start talkin'!" Daryl threatened menacingly.
"T…tomorrow. He gets here tomorrow." The man stuttered as he spit out the answer before letting his head flop down to the ground again.
Daryl opened his fist and dropped him back down to the ground, spitting beside his head.
"Good." Daryl spat.