Walking Dead: Building Your Own Hope

Chapter 5 of my Walking Dead story, enjoy.

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Season 3: Episode 5

"So, what made you bring him here?" The big man asked.

He was big, tall, broad-shouldered, muscular, with red hair and matching beard and blue eyes, fair skinned and clad in what could best be described as survivalist gear. The man he was talking to was also tall and muscular though not as much, also fair skinned but with brown eyes and shoulder length brown hair. Between them and the other clientele at the bar, Rick knew he stood out like a sore thumb. But it had been the brown haired man, his most reliable informant, Daryl Dixon, who had pointed him to the redhead, Abraham Ford, regarding the Saviours and possible leads.

Indeed Daryl explained just that. "He's investigating the Saviours and I know you've had run-ins with them."

Abraham glanced at Rick. "Investigating the Saviours, good luck with that."

"Please, they've kidnapped a family, I need any lead, any advice I can get." Rick said desperately.

Abraham shook his head. "Here's some advice, start planning their funerals."

Rick sighed and shook his head.

He couldn't leave things at that.

"That's not going to-" He began.

Daryl quickly stepped in. "Rick, c'mon, don't push it."

Abraham sighed. "Listen Deputy boy, you don't stand a chance against the Saviours yourself. Should've called in the FBI."

"I thought so, but the family that's been kidnapped..." Rick explained, hesitating. "They didn't want that, thought it would put a spotlight on them."

"Newsflash boy, spotlight was already on them. Saviours had them made even before that phone call." Abraham scoffed. "The call was just a sick joke before they moved in on them. So call the FBI, get them to come mob-handed, you're gonna need all the help you can get."

"Just for a single group?"

"Rick, these are the guys who frighten Cartels, even when all they do with them is act as go betweens for them and their buyers here in the states...for a small cut of the profits." Daryl explained.

Abraham nodded. "These guys...they've got rules, harsh punishments for breaking them, to cross them is to sign your death warrant. Trust me, these guys are the worst, they're a goddamn Americanised Yakuza."

Rick could only stare in shock at that. His mind whirling as he realised how bad things were and that they were about to get worse.

Shaking his head as he got out the car, Rick entered his home, only to find, to his surprise, Carl and Lori were still up. Carl looked shaken by something while Lori was trying to comfort him.

"What happened?" He asked at once.

Carl bit his lip. "Dad it...Jamie and I had just finished our date...Shane..."

Rick glared at that. "What?"

"He was saying such disgusting things towards Carl and Jamie." Lori remarked with her own glare. "Actually threatened them."

"Luckily Beth and Brian were there to help us." Carl explained as he held out his phone. "Beth recorded the whole thing and sent me a copy."

Rick took the phone and watched the video in growing outrage, to think Shane was once his friend, only to catch him doing this. Yet another issue to be added on top of the stress of dealing with the Morales case.

"I'll deal with this, Carl." He said at last. "I promise, don't worry about it."

He meant it too, although he knew he'd have to act quickly, since Shane's suspension was due to be lifted tomorrow.

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Arriving at the police station, Shane grumbled as he got out of his car, still fuming about the night before.

'Bad enough that boy corrupts Carl and turns him into something so disgusting, but those other two dare disrespect me and act like there's nothing wrong with it.' He thought angrily. 'Well, that'll soon change, as soon as I'm reinstated I'll ensure that they learn that they need to respect me...then I can finally do something about Carl's mistake.'

Shaking his head at the blatant injustice as he felt he did not deserve to be suspended in the first place, Shane entered the police officer and fought back a sigh of frustration when he saw Rick up ahead, and that Rick was glaring at him.

"What, not happy that I'm here?" Shane asked sarcastically. "You knew I was coming back today."

Rick nodded curtly. "Yeah, then I find out about you still stalking my wife and harassing my son."

"You...urgh, seriously Rick, get a hold of yourself. Me, stalk Lori, as if. Maybe you should figure out why your wife is having those fantasies huh?" Shane shot back. "As for Carl, I was not harassing him, I was trying to help him-"

"By getting on his case about him being himself, insulting him and threatening him and his boyfriend?" Rick snarled.

Shane tensed at that, fuming.

This was crazy, Rick had no way of knowing any of that, even if he did have the facts wrong.

"I don't know what you-"

"That video told me all I needed to know." Rick remarked firmly.

Shane's eyes widened as he growled, he couldn't believe it, that girl had shown the video to Rick. She had no right to do that, didn't she realize she was ruining his life.

"How dare you, how dare she, I-?" He burst out.

Rick cut him off sharply. "I think you mean, how dare you...Listen to yourself Shane. You can't keep blaming others for your actions. Take responsibility for a change."

Before Shane could retort he pale as the chief then entered the room and approached him.

"Shane...the video was shared with me too. Far from ending your suspension, we're extending it, pending investigation into all your past cases." He explained. "So you might as well leave."

Shane gaped. "What but, I didn't. You can't...this is ridiculous, I've done nothing wrong."

"You've done plenty wrong and the fact you can't see that makes me feel that we're not going to be welcoming you back after this. You better think long and hard about everything you've done." The chief said firmly.

Shane growled and then turned his glare to Rick. "This is your fault, it's not over, you hear me."

With that he turned and stalked out, unable to believe that Rick had ruined his life, out of sheer spite, again.

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The man narrowed his eyes as he looked amongst his fellow Saviours, he was tall, broad-shouldered with shoulder-length brown-blonde hair and brown eyes and had fair skin, along with a notable burn scar on the left side of his face.

"So, is this all understood. We're here to finish collecting what we owe." He said. "That's all you need to worry about, not that survivalist, not the redneck, not the cop. Just doing your jobs. Leave the rest to the boss. He wants to handle it personally, understand."

"Yes Dwight." They chorused.

Dwight nodded, satisfied then walked away from the gathered group, moving through the hideout till he found the boss.

"Everything is all prepared Boss." He said, nodded to the door next to them.

The boss merely smirked. "Good."

With that he opened the door and walked into the room where the bound, gagged, blindfolded and terrified Morales family were held captive.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.