"Are you crazy?" someone asked the man, I think...Dixon?
"Hey! You ought to be more polite to a man with a gun!" Dixon said. He jumped off of the ledge back onto the roof with a huff. "Huh? Only common sense." I could already tell that I won't like this Dixon character. Glenn, Rick, and I were more closer to Dixon than the others.
"You're wasting bullets we ain't even got! And you're bringing even more of them down on our ass! Man, just chill." T-dog yelled.
"Hey, it's bad enough I've got this taco-bender on my ass all day. Now I'm gonna take orders from you?" wow racist. "I don't think so, bro. That'll be the day."
"That'll be the day? You got something you want to tell me?" asked T-dog.
"Hey, T-dog man, just leave it." the man with curly brown hair said. I still don't know his name.
"No," said T-dog."
"Merle, just relax, okay? We've got enough trouble." the curly haired man said. Rick looked towards Glenn who gave him a look as to stay out of what was happening.
"You wanna know the day? I'll tell you the day, Mr. "Yo." It's the day I take orders from a nigger." Merle replied to T-dog. My eyes widened.
"Mother-" T-dog was then hit with the butt of Merle's gun. He procedded to punch T-dog in the face causing him to fall over. Rick jumped over a big pole on the roof, but Merle punched him right in the jaw. Rick went flying back over the pole. I quickly went over to Rick to see if he was okay. Glenn hopped over the pole and went to see if things were going to get any worse. I noticed Dixon kicked T-dog in the chest.
"Rick? Are you okay?" I asked. He got onto his knees and looked a little dazed, but looked fine. I helped him back to his feet and we hopped over the pole to get to the group. T-dog was down and Merle was holding a gun to his face. Everyone went quiet. Merle looked around the group and back at T-dog. He spat on his shirt and yelled.
"Yeah! All right! We're gonna have ourselves a little powwow, huh?" Merle got off of T-dog, "talk about who's in charge. I vote me. Anybody else?" Oh god. T-dog crawled away from Merle. Glenn, Andrea, and the black woman helped drag him away to help his wounds. "Democracy time, y'all. Show of hands. All in favor? Huh?" No way in hell would I vote for you. The man with brown curly hair raised his hand, along with Glenn. The black woman raised her hand, but to only give Dixon the bird. I smiled a little. Andrea gave in and raised her hand.
"Now that means I'm the boss, right? Yeah. Anybody else?" Rick took the opportunity to grab Merle's gun and hit him across the face with it. Go Rick go rick. Rick pulled out his hand cuffs and knelled on Merle's face and hand cuffed him to the pole on the roof. Rick pulled Merle up by the collar of his shirt.
"Who the hell are you man?" Merle asked.
"Officer Friendly. Look here, Merle. Things are different now. There are no niggers anymore. No dumb-as-shit, inbred whit-trash fools either. Only dark meat and white meat. There's us and the dead. We survive this by pulling together, not apart." Rick has a way with words.
"Screw you, man."
"I can see you make a habit of missing the point."
"Well screw you twice."
"Ought to be nice to man with a gun," replied Rick. He cocked Merle's gun and pointed it to his head and said, "only common sense." I walked over to T-dog and knelled down. Everyone was really quiet, watching intensely.
"You wouldn't. You're a cop." Merle said. Rick said something to Merle, but I couldn't hear him.