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Obviously.

Chapter Two

"Hey, Dixon, are you crazy?!" T-Dog asks when the group gets up to the roof, and find a man, Merle Dixon, shooting at several of the walkers on the street with a sniper rifle. Sam and Devin stood off to the side watching the group, as Rick constantly sending the two strict glances.

Upon hearing this Merle laughs and continues shooting, attracting the attention of the street full of walkers.

"Oh jeez." Andrea whispered, looking very stressed out.

"Hey! Y'all be more polite to a man with a gun! Huh? Only common sense." Merle says, and Sam turns to Devin, a smirk on her face, finding humor in the stupid logic the man possessed.

"Man, you're wasting bullets we ain't even got!" T-Dog complains, not giving up, but Merle just keeps laughing. "And you're bringing even more of them down on our ass! Man, just chill." he pleads.

Merle turns to T-Dog, "Hey! Bad enough I've got this taco-bender on my ass all day." he says referring to Morales. "Now I'm gonna take orders from you? I don't think so, bro. That'll be the day."

"'That'll be the day?'" asks T-Dog angrily knowing he was referring to the colour of his skin."You got something you want to tell me?" he begins to walk forward.

"Hey, T-Dog man, just leave it." Morales says, trying to calm him down.

"No."

"All right? It ain't worth it. Now Merle, just relax, okay? We've got enough trouble."

"You want to know the day?" Merle asks, getting back into the conversation,

"Yeah." T-Dog nods.

"I'll tell you the day, Mr. 'Yo.' It's the day I take orders from a nigger."

"Mother..." T-Dog says and the two of them start to fight, and the rest of the group tries to stop it.

"Hey, come on, Merle. That's enough." Morales says trying to stop their fight.

"Come on. Dixon!" Andrea exclaims, frightened as Merle starts beating T-Dog to a pulp.

"Whoa, cut it out, man!"

"Stop it! Dixon, get off him! Dixon, you're gonna hurt him."

"Merle, cut it out!"

Merle continues to punch T-Dog, but stops, and pulls a pistol on him.

"No no no, please. Please." Andrea begs.

Everybody waits to see what Dixon is gonna do. "Yeah! All right! We're gonna have ourselves a little powwow, huh? Talk about who's in charge. I vote me. Anybody else? Huh? Democracy time, y'all. Show of hands, huh? All in favor? Huh? Come on. Let's see 'em. Oh, come on. All in favor? Yeah. That's good. Now that means I'm the boss, right? Yeah. Anybody else? Hmm? Anybody?"

Rick steps forward, "Yeah," he says and hits Merle over the head with a broken pipe, then proceeds to handcuff Merle to a pipe.

"Who the hell are you, man?" Merle asks, not liking the idea of being handcuffed.

"Officer friendly. Look here, Merle. Things are different now. There are no niggers anymore. No dumb-as-shit, inbred white-trash fools either. Only dark meat and white meat. There's us and the dead. We survive this by pulling together, not apart." Rick says, and the group obviously all agree because no one's said anything.

"Screw you, man."

"I can see you make a habit of missing the point."

"Yeah? Well, screw you twice."

"Ought to be polite to a man with a gun." Rick says, cocking his gun. "Only common sense."

"You wouldn't. You're a cop."

"All I am anymore is a man looking for his wife and son. Anybody that gets in the way of that is gonna lose. I'll give you a moment to think about that. Got some on your nose there."

"What are you gonna do? Arrest me?" Merle laughs, shaking his head. Before shaking the handcuffs a couple of times, he settles down and his eyes trail over to where Sam and Devin are standing. He squints, obviously recognizing them from somewhere. The two of them, noticing his gaze shuffle on their feet, uncomfortable, knowing eventually he'd figure it out. They were all over the news for three months after they'd left King County. It was no doubt Rick knew who they were and possibly Morales and Jacqui, who had been glancing over at them for the past ten minutes.

When Merle started to laugh quietly, they knew he'd figured it out. "I know you two," he said pointing, and the rest of the group looked up, wanting to know why the two of them were so familiar. Sam looked up at Devin with an uncomfortable shrug, before she nodded for Merle to continue, he looks over at Rick, "Hey officer friendly!" Merle exclaims making Rick look over, "We've got us some criminals here, why not lock them up instead?" he asks, turning back over to Sam and Devin. "What you two do, again? Rob art?"

"Artifact Museums," Sam says, crossing her arms in front of her chest, "A lot more money in art, though," she smirks slightly.

Rick looks up at her confused, "We looked for you two for six months and never once did you steal art." he said slowly.

"We'd leave replicas," Devin said, "good ones too," he smirked, "No one noticed, and if they did we made damn well sure they didn't say anything," he stopped and Merle nodded for him to continue, but he shook his head, still wanting to remain mysterious to these people, liking the attention they were giving him and his sister.

"Did you kill them?" Jacqui asked from beside Rick.

Sam looked at her wide eyed, almost offended. "What? No! We've never killed anyone." she said, and it was the truth, Devin had suggested it once or twice, under the strict consideration their not getting caught, but Sam was always there to talk him out of it. She just wanted money, not blood on her hands.

Rick shook his head, giving them another glare, hating himself for not being to lock these people up, but they weren't putting the group in any kind of danger and that was really all he was worried about.

The rest of the group turned back to fiddling with the bags they'd brought, pretending they hadn't heard any of that. Merle started laughing again, "I like these two," he said, but stopped laughing when Rick through something of Merle's down onto the street. "Hey! What are you doing? Man, that was my stuff! Hey! If I get loose, you'd better pray... Yeah, you hear me, you pig?! You hear me?"

"Yeah, your voice carries." Rick says.

"Do you hear me, you filthy pig?!" Merle continues to yell.

"You're not Atlanta P.D. Where you from?" Morales asks him, looking down on the street.

"Up the road a ways."

"Well, officer friendly from up the road a ways, welcome to the big city."

Only a couple minutes later they had come up with a plan, since the streets were like a walker's time square, they'd decided to get by, with the help of Jacqui - a former city zoning office worker - through the sewers. Sam and Devin had no problem, they figured sticking with this group would help them stay alive as long as possible. The group head down to the basement to try and find a sewer entrance - leaving Merle handcuffed to the pole. When they do reach the entrance the group it wary.

"This is it?" Morales asks Glenn, "Are you sure?"

"I really scoped this place out the other times I was here. It's the only thing in the building that goes down. But I've never gone down it. Who'd want to, right?" Glenn answers and everyone looks at him. "Oh. Great."

"We'll be right behind you." Andrea comforts.

Devin scoffs, "Most of us." he says and Sam smacks his arm.

Glenn shakes his head, "No, you won't," he says to Andrea. "Not you."

"Why not me? Think I can't?" she asks, offended. Sam smirked, liking this girl already, hoping, if they were to stay with the group, she'd become friends with her.

"I wasn't..." Glenn stutters.

"Speak your mind." Rick says.

"Look, until now I always came here by myself… In and out, grab a few things… No problem. The first time I bring a group… Everything goes to hell. No offense. If you want me to go down this gnarly hole, fine… But only if we do it my way. It's tight down there. If I run into something and have to get out quick, I don't want you all jammed up behind me getting me killed. I'll take one person…" Rick makes a gesture, ready to volunteer, but Glenn refuses, "Not you either. You've got Merle's gun and I've seen you shoot. I'd feel better if you were out in that store watching those doors, covering our ass." he looks to Andrea, "And you've got the only other gun, so you should go with him." Devin looks up and makes a gesture to his gun, "You too," Glenn says to him, "You be my wingman." he says to Morales, "Jacqui stay here. Something happens, yell down to us, get us back up here in a hurry."

Jacqui nods, liking the idea, "Okay."

"Hey, uh, what about me?" Sam asks, and Glenn looks up.

"Uh, you stay with Jacqui." he says, wearily, not quite trusting her.

Sam sighs, but nods, and stands next to Jacqui.

When the group all left for the designated jobs, Sam was semi-relieved, she was terrified of the walkers, and she was so dependent on her little brother in the apocalyptic world. There was no doubting she hated it. Hated the fact that, yes, she could shoot a gun, but not well, and not on target. Jacqui and Sam sat opposite of each other against the walls, ready to call down to the others in the group.

Sorry this is short. It's been awhile so this was really the best i could do.

The next one should be up soon... I hope.

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-Chelsea