Chapter 3
"I am going to ask you one last time! Where is our friend!?"
The kid still wouldn't answer me. I stood up and walked away in frustration. Daryl walked over to Glenn's bag and I saw him take a blue bandanna out. I was appalled when I saw there was a human hand wrapped in it. He walked towards the kid.
"Ye wanna see what happened to the last bastard that pissed me off!?"
He threw the hand down on the kid's lap. When he realized what it was he jumped out of the chair and backed up against the wall. Daryl grabbed him.
"Next time I'ma start with feet!" He said.
I grabbed his arm and yanked him back. He looked at me with hatred. Then I saw his eyes soften. I raised my eyebrow. He shoved me off and walked away.
"This is a waste of time! We should be out there looking fer Merle!" He said.
"What kind of name is Merle?! I wouldn't name my dog Merle." The kid said.
Daryl walked forward and tried to kick him but Rick stopped him. He looked at me.
"Prue will you and T-dog please take him to another room so I can talk with the kid?" He asked.
I nodded and T-dog and I dragged him to another room. I looked at T-dog.
"Go and help Rick. I can handle him." I said.
"You sure?" He asked.
I smiled and nodded. He walked out of the room and I looked at Daryl.
"Killing that kid will NOT help us to find Glenn or your brother. I need you to calm down." I said.
He looked at me like I was insane.
"Ye don't know a damn thing woman! Why don't ye go join the rest a them Mexicans?!" He shouted.
I laughed at him.
"I may speak Spanish but I'm not Mexican. I'm a Cherokee Indian." I said.
"And yer name is Prue?" He asked.
"Translated yeah." I said.
"What's yer real name?"
"Why would it matter to you?"
He scowled at me and then Rick came in.
"He told us where his group was. Come on."
We nodded and followed him. The kid led us to a warehouse with automatic doors.
"Ye try anything and it's gonna be an arrow up yer ass." Daryl said.
"Well then G is gonna take that arrow outta my ass and shove it up yours." He said.
"G?" Rick asked.
"Guillermo!" He said.
"Alright. Let's go meet Guillermo." Rick said.
Rick, Daryl and I walked forward with the kid. The doors opened up and a shorter man came out flanked by two bigger men.
"You the guys who shot Felipe in the ass and took my bag of guns?" I guessed this to be Guillermo.
"It was a misunderstanding. Mistakes were made on both sides. And those weren't your guns." Rick said.
"Man this redneck cut off some dude's hand! Said he was gonna cut off my feet!"
Guillermo looked at Daryl.
"You cut off some bro's hand and threatened to cut off his feet? That's pretty sick man."
"As Rick said, mistakes were made. We came here for Glenn." I said.
"And my brother Merle. Ye seen him?" Daryl said.
'Sorry. Fresh outta white boys. I got Asian though. Oiye!"
I looked up and saw two men on the roof come forward with Glenn. They were holding him at the edge. I drew my sword and held it towards Guillermo.
"Let him go!" I snarled.
He smirked.
"I'll give you your friend. You give me Miguel and my bag of guns." He said.
I narrowed my eyes.
"I told you. Those aren't your guns. They belong to us." Rick said.
"Man a bag of guns just lying on the street, anyone could say it was theirs. I told you what I wanted. What's to keep me and my bows from unloading on you right now!?" Guillermo asked.
"Well this city is overrun and you're not in the best position to make threats." Rick said.
I smiled and looked to the roof. T-dog was there with a sniper rifle. I looked back at Guillermo. He didn't look scared.
"I told you my condition. You come back with Miguel and my guns or you can come back locked and loaded." He said.
I tried to go forward but Rick stopped me. Guillermo disappeared and the doors closed.
"Son of a bitch!" I screeched.
"Prue I need you to do something. I need you to go back to the camp and tell the others the situation. Just tell Shane Walsh I sent you." Rick said.
I took a deep breath and then nodded. I looked at Daryl.
"Get Glenn back…and come back soon and safely. All of you." I said.
Even as I said for them all to come back my eyes remained locked with Daryl's. He just nodded and I walked off. Rick told me how to find the camp and I looked for a ride. I found a black motorcycle in one of the parking lots. I smiled.
"Always wanted one of these."
I looked around and didn't see any walkers. I ran forward with caution and found the keys in the bike.
"Talk about your good luck!" I said.
I started the bike and then rode out of the city and towards the old rock quarry.