After having searched several of the shops and other various stores around the small town outside of the prison, Daryl and Michonne finally found themselves outside of one that actually looked promising. The Redneck parked his motorcycle just outside of the convenient shop and shrugged his crossbow off of his shoulders so that he could hold it in his hands. Michonne unsheathed her katana as she approached the building. They checked their surroundings before entering into the store and splitting up to search for baby formula and other supplies the group might need.
Daryl sighed to himself as he began to look over some of the cheap stuff in the isle he had entered. A tiny smile pulled at the corner of his lips as his hand reached up to retrieve something. He held the item up to observe it a little better before storing it away in his pocket. The Redneck then proceeded down the isle and into the next where he discovered baby bottles and other varius baby things. He opened up a bag that had been over his left shoulder and began filling it with supplies. "Ya find anythin?" He called out, loud enough for Michonne to hear from where she was.
"Some canned food." Michonne responded from afar. The sounds of shuffling could be heard followed by the sound of a zipper as she closed her own bag.
"I found the formula." He added as he finished stuffing his bag. "I think we're good t' head back t' the others for now." Michonne nodded her head in agreement at this suggestion. She waited until Daryl had finished bagging all of his supplies before beginning to move towards the front of the store. That's when a sound caught their attention. It was the sound of a vehicle. Daryl quickly took up his crossbow and Michonne's hand found its way to the hilt of the sword that was upon her back.
The sound of voices could be heard, but nothing distinct could be made out. The sound of slamming car doors echoed along the empty street. Footsteps could be heard faintly approaching the door as the voices grew louder and more clear. "Don't suppose those little cunts headed this way do ya?" One voice said.
"Now ya know we ain't here for that. The Gov has the other group on the search for them women. Let's just gather up the rest of the supplies we need for tonight." Another said. They were right at the door of the store. At the mention of the Governor a look of vengence crossed over the ebony woman's face. Her hand tightened around the hilt of her sword and her eyes narrowed as the hatred presented itself. This is when Daryl shook his head sternly and then motioned for her to fall back. Michonne hesitated a moment, but the second the first figure began to walk in she quickly slipped into the shadows. The two hunters swiftly moved to disappear into the darkness of some of the isles away from the door. They were split off to opposite sides of the store. The strangers entered into the store and one was carrying a flashlight because Daryl could see its light flash across the wall adjacent to him above the shelves. The sound of their boots on the tiled floor broke the silence whenever they weren't speaking to one another, though they were all quite talkative. There had to be at least four of them.
"I still think its shit that he has us out on this supply run. We could be helping find those damn women." Another grumbled, with malice in his voice. "I wouldn't mind returning some of the things they did to our men."
"Rico, would you shut the fuck up already?"
Michonne ducked as one of them passed by the isle opposite to her. She could see him through he little cracks of the shelf, but he couldn't see her because she blended in. (-Racist) The ebony woman quietly began moving in the opposite direction in case they turned down her row, then she'd be gone.
"Man, looks like most of this place has been swept clean. Not much hardware left here." One groaned. The sound of clinking tools could be heard as they were thrown into a bag.
"Oh look, there's some gum!" Another stated rather ecstatically.
"Give me that!" The other snatched it out of his hands.
"Fucking morons.." One mumbled close by Daryl.
As Michonne was backing up to one end she had not taken notice of a walker that was creeping up on her. It was only when it was within grabbing distance that the hairs on her neck began to stand, alarming her that she was being looked at. She paused in her movement and slowly turned to look to her right where two glazed eyes were staring back at her. It's nose was eaten off and the skin on its cheek was completely ripped, exposing it's gums and teeth. It snarled loudly, alerting the men in the store. It lunged for the ebony woman and she let out a grunt as she blocked its grabbing hands and shoved it back off of her. It collided into a shelf knocking it over and causing a loud ruckus.
"HEY! There's somebody in here!" One shouted. They all scurried over to the direction Michonne was in. Daryl cussed under his breath as he moved to get to the side Michonne was on. She quickly drew her katana and disposed of the walker, but it was too late four kinds of guns were aimed and pointed in her direction. "WELL WOULD YOU LOOKY HERE!" The one that had been Rico shouted with glee. "WOOOO! MAN!" He grinned wider than the cheshire cat. Michonne stood with her katana gripped firmly in both of her hands as she glowered amongst them all. She looked ready to fight despite the fact that the odds were against her.
"Looks to me like we just found the needle in the hay stack." One commented with a scoff. "One little supply run and we just found the golden treasure. Your head on a stick for our Governor." Michonne said nothing in response, she only continued to glare daggers at them.
Rico began to approach her with his magnum aimed towards her head. "Put that weapon of yours down, little lady." When she made no effort to obey he added, "Would you prefer we do this the hard way then?"
"How 'bout my way?" Daryl responded from behind, causing all of them to turn their heads and look. Taking advantage of this moment where they were caught off guard, Michonne quickly ran her katana through Rico. One of the three was quick to turn their attention back upon the black woman and began firing rounds at her. She quickly removed her katana from Rico and disappeared around the corner, barely dodging the bullets. Daryl had fired his crossbow at one of the men on his left but he had also taken a shot in the bicep of his arm, which caused him to drop his cross bow. He quickly disappeared around the corner and glanced down at the blood that began seeping out of his bullet wound. The two unharmed men of the group scurried in different directions to find Michonne and Daryl. The Hunter quickly shrugged off his bag of supplies and threw in the face of the man as he rounded the corner. It threw the man off his feet just long enough for Daryl to reach down with his left hand and retrieve his hunting knife. The man reacted quickly as he kicked Daryl's feet out from under him. The Redneck toppled to the ground and landed on his side, dropping his knife in the process. The man swiftly rolled over and crawled over to the Redneck to grab him in a hold. Daryl punched him across the face as hard as he could with his left hand. Again the man recovered and returned a blow to Daryl's face. The two men grabbed onto one another and began rolling around, trying to get one another in choke holds of the sorts. Growing quite agitated with his struggle with this beast, the man finally jabbed his thumb into the gun wound on Daryl's arm and caused him to release his hold on him. Daryl gritted his teeth and then headed butted the man, knocking him off. The man grabbed onto his face and groaned as he rolled on the floor. Daryl panted as he tried to ignore the sharp pain throbbing throughout the whole length of his arm. He rolled over on his hands and knees and began looking for his knife, but it was gone.
"Looking for this?" A fifth man that had not entered the building with this group said, smirking down at the Redneck. Daryl only had time to look upon him for a second before the heel of this man's boot clashed into the side of his head knocking the Hunter over and causing his head to hit the sharp corner of the shelf beside him. His head bounced as it landed upon the hard tiled floor and all of his lights went out.
"Michael get the fuck off your ass and tie this one up. We're taking him with us." The fifth barked out. "AARON! Get Rico to the truck! We need to hurry back and report to the Governor!"
"But what about the nigger?" The man that had been shot with an arrow inquired.
The fifth glared. "We forget about her. She's long gone by now. We move out."