I leaned against the red car that Glenn get, next the RV, Glenn walked over and put his head on the car. It seems that he really wanted to drive this car. "You'll be all right?" I asked Glenn, he raised his head at me, "I wanted to drive in it another few days," He said sad.
"It's not that bad," I started. "I mean think of all the cars out there that you've wanted to drive but didn't have the money. You've got no problem now," I said as he sat next to me. He let a small laugh out, nodding his head agreement. "I guess you're right," He said. "You know I am," I laughed and he laughed with me.
Rick walked out of the tent with his police uniform on. "I don't, okay, Rick?" I saw both Rick and Shane walking up to the RV. "So could you just - could you throw me a bone here, man? Could you just tell me why? Why would you risk you life for a douche bag like Merle Dixon?" Shane asked as they pasted Daryl. "Hey, choose you words more carefully," Daryl warned Shane.
"No, I did. Douche bag's what I mean . . . Merle Dixon - that guy wouldn't give you a glass of water if you were dying of thirst," Shane said. "What he would or wouldn't do doesn't interest me. I can't let a man die of thirst - me. Thirst and exposure. We left him like an animal in a caged. That's not way for anything to die, let alone a human being," Rick said to Shane.
"So you and Daryl, that's your big plan?" Lori asked Rick. He looked at Glenn, who was still standing next to me on the car, "Come on," Glenn whined. "You know the way. You've been there before - in and out, no problem. You said yourself . . . It's not fair of me to ask - I know that - but I'd feel a lot better with you along. I know she would too," Rick said, pointing at his wife.
"That's just great. Now you're gonna risk three men, huh?" Shane said. "Four," T-Dog volunteered. Daryl shook his head. "My day just gets better and better, don't it?" He scoffed.
"You see anybody else here stepping up to save your brother's cracker ass?" T-Dog asked. "Why you?" Daryl asked him. "You wouldn't even begin to understand. You don't speak my language," T-Dog said. "That's four," Dale conformed.
"It's not just four. You're putting every single one of us at risk. Just know that, Rick. Come on, you saw that Walker. It was here. It was in camp. They're moving out of the cities. They come back, we need every able body we've got. We need 'em here. We need 'em to protect camp," Shane said.
"It seems to me what you really need most here are more guns," Rick said. "Right, the guns," Glenn agreed. "Wait. What guns?" Shane asked. "Six shotguns, two high-powered rifles, over a dozen handguns. Quinn and I cleaned out the cage back at the station before we left. I dropped the bag in Atlanta when we got swarmed. It's just sitting there on the street, waiting to be picked up," Rick said. "Ammo?" Shane asked, "700 rounds, assorted."
I walked over and stood next to Lori, were she was sitting. "You went through hell to find us. You just got here and you're gonna turn around and leave?" Lori asked. "Dad, I don't want you to go," Carl said. "To hell with the guns. Shane is right. Merle Dixon? He's not worth one of your lives, even with guns thrown in," Lori said and she stood up beside me. "Tell me. Make me understand."
Rick walked up to her. "I owe a debt to a man Quinn and I met and his little boy. Lori, if they hadn't taken us in, we'd have died," Rick said, pointing between me and him. "It's because of them that I made it back to you at all. They said they'd follow me and Quinn to Atlanta. They'll walk into the same trap we did if I don't warn him."
"What's stopping you?" Lori asked. "The walkie-talkie, the one in the bag I dropped. He's got the other one. Our plan was to connect when they got closer," Rick replied. "These are our walkies?" Shane asked. "Yeah," Rick replied. "So use the CB," Andrea said. "What's wrong with that?"
"The CB's fine. It's the walkies that suck to crap . . . Date back to the '70s, don't match any other bandwidth . . . Not even the scanners in our cars," Shane said. "I need that bag. Okay?" Rick asked, looking at me and Lori.
"All right," Lori agreed as I gave him a small nod and then Rick approached Carl as Lori put her hands on my shoulders. Rick kneeled down in front of Carl. "Okay?" He asked and Carl nodded in agreement.
With that, he walked away with T-Dog walking up to him. They spoke before heading to Dale and Jim. "Hey," I heard a soft voice behind me as I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and saw Lori. I gave her a smile, "Hey." She gave me a smile. "You okay sweetheart?" She asked.
"Yeah," I said. "You thinking about your dad and brother," She said, knowing how much I went to find them. "Yeah," I said and looked down. "Hey, don't worry," She said softly. "We going to find them."
Just them, Rick walked over to us. "Do you need me to come too?" I asked. He shook his head. "I went you to stay here with Lori and the others," He replied and I nodded. "I knew how much you went to look for your dad and brother," Rick started. "When I get back we'll start looking."
"Maybe they are together and a life," Lori said. "I really hope so," I said and Rick and Lori both nodded before Rick walked up to Shane and they talked. I saw Shane giving Rick bullets for his gun. After that, Rick walked to the passenger seat of the van while Glenn sat in the driver seat and T-Dog and Daryl got to the back. Then, they drove away.
Back to Atlanta.
... ...
They left just a few hours ago. I was with Shane and Carl in the quarry a little for away from Carol, Andrea, Amy and Jacqui, who doing laundry and Ed watching them. Shane help Carl catch frogs and I just watched them to see them failing.
"I'm not getting anything," Carl said. "Yeah. Being all wily, staying submerged. Little suckers, they know something's up. That's what's going on. Just going to have to do this the old-fashioned way. All right, little man, look. You are the . . . you are the key in all this, okay? All I'm gonna do is I'm gonna go after one of them, all right, scare the rest of them off. They're all gonna scatter. I'm gonna drive 'em your way, okay?" Shane said.
"All right," Carl said. "It's not going to work," I said with a smirk. "Shhh," Shane shoos with a smile. He used a Gray bucket to pull the frogs at Carl but he couldn't Catch a frog and I laughed.