"I think we should rethink this." Keith said as soon as his car door shut.
"What? No." I opposed. This was the first good thing that's happened to us.
"They just stood there and watched that walker attack you!" He said. So did he.
"Because they knew I could handled it." I argued.
"And how would they know that?"
"Probably because while you were hiding away in your car I was actually helping an fighting walkers." I snapped. "Or the fact that out of all of us, I was the one to actually go and find help." Keith glared at me as if I had just slapped him.
"No one told you to go and find 'help'. We were doing just fine. The only reson you want to join them so badly is because your ex-boyfriend is there with them." He said. Okay, first off, Morgan was never my boyfriend. Ever.
I glared at him before opening the car door and getting out. Thankfully we were only going about five miles per hour so I didn't roll out of fall or anything. I began marching past him, slamming the opened door as I walked by. He rolled down his window and called for me.
"Aren't you going to see what he wants?" Morgan asked.
"No. If he has something to say he can get out of his car and come tell me." I said.
"Or he could run you over." Merle said.
"He wouldn't do that even if his life depended on it." I muttered. Keith couldn't hurt anything, from a fly to a walker. It has never been in his nature to hurt anything, and I fear it never will. I sighed quietly to myself, and then it was quiet.
"So how'd you lose your hand?" Layla asked after a while.
"At least someone shows a little interest." Merle muttered, "My brother and I were staying with this group just outside of Atlanta. This Asian boy was going for a run into the city and a few people were going with him. My brother was on a hunt so I thought: 'Hey, why not go with them and help out'. You know, do my share," Something told me that wasn't what he was thinking, but I continued to listen.
"Everything was going good when out of nowhere this cop shows up and handcuffs me to the fucking roof, and then convinces everyone to leave my ass behind."
"You didn't have a key or something?" Luke asked.
"Nigger threw it down the drain, literary." Merle spat. "Left me for good. It was by some act of God I was able to reach a saw. I did what I have to do."
"What happened after that?" Layla asked.
"You sure are a curios one." Merle said. "I had to get out of the city. I found an old moving truck by the railroads and got my ass out of there. Days later I run into this bunch. Thankfully one was able to take care of my arm. I've been helping them ever since."
"What about your brother?" I asked. "You just left him with a bunch of people who left you for dead?" I saw anger flash in Merle's eyes, but he didn't show it anywhere else.
"Daryl knows how to take care of himself. People like him a lot more than they like me for some reason. I was worried if I went back for him I would damn us both." Merle explained. I pulled Luke close. I couldn't imagine leaving my brother behind, but I understood Merle did what he thought was best.
"That must have been hard." I muttered.
Merle gave me a look. "Now don't go feeling sorry for me." He said, "Can't be fighting walkers and feeling sorry for Old Merle. The two don't mix well." I expelled the emotion and gave him a look telling him that there was no bone in my body that help any pity for him.