Blue : Daryl's baby girl

Chapter 26 : Divided plan

Blue's P.O.V

The group was standing together as Rick came back over from sitting Jim down by the RV. I had a feeling this wasn't going to go well. He was bitten, that meant death.

I sat between Daryl and Carol as he spoke. "I say we put a pickaxe in his head, and the dead girls and be done with it.". Flattening my ears I glanced up at Daryl. I knew he was right but still, a little harsh. Shane looked up and towards him asking "is that what you'd want if it were you?". The sense of sass in his voice forced me to hold back a growl.

"Yeah, and I'd thank ya while you did it." Daryl answered right away. Dale spoke up suddenly and surprised me by saying "I hate to say it....I never thought I would..but maybe Daryl's right.". Never thought I would here the old man say somthing like that.

"Jim's not a monster, Dale, or some rabid dog." Rick begun bitterly. "I'm not suggesting.. " Dale tryed to defend himself but Rick snapped on, cranky much? "He's sick. A sick man. We start down that road, where do we draw the line?". Hugging in annoyance I wished I could roll my eyes at him.

"The lines pretty clear. Zero tolerance for walkers, or them to be." Daryl answered tone raising a bit as he to begun to get frustrated with Rick and this group. Man I just wanted to go to out tent and take a nap, all this stupidity was making me tired.

"What if we can get him help? I heard the C.D.C. was working on a cure." Rick questioned grasping at heard rumors for some kind of hope as Daryl and I just huffed.

"I heard that too. Heard a lot of things before the world went to hell." Shane spoke sounding doubtful. "What if the C.D.C. is still up and running?" Rick asked. "Man that is a stretch right there." Shane said even more doubtful.

"Why? If theres any government left, and structure at all, they'd protect the C.D.C. at all costs, wouldn't they? I think it's our best shot. Shelter, protection..." Rick started to rant his thoughts and maybe idea. He was caught off by Shane. "Okay Rick you want those things, all right? I do too, okay? Now if they exist, they're at the army base. Fort Benning." Shane voiced his idea for the situation.

"That's 100 miles in the opposite direction." Lori voiced and she was right. Each plan took us in two different long directions. I could see this turning quickly into a power struggle between Rick and Shane. My plan was simple, just get the hell out of here, I'm sure Daryl would agree.

"That is right. But its away from the hot zone. Now listen to me. If that place is operational, it'll be heavily armed. We'd be safe there. " Shane continues to play out his idea and plan to go with.

"The military were on the front lines of this thing. They got overrun we've all seen that. The C.D.C. is out best choice and Jim's only chance." Rick argued back. Its then that I notice Daryl glancing back at jim and a look comes across his face. I get to my paws and watch him carfully. Please dont do what I think your going to do! You'll get us in shit you dumbass!

Daryl looked back from jim and then down at me nodding before finally saying "you go looking for aspirin, do what you need to do." He began stepping backwards pickaxe in hand raising it up, I watched tense. "Someone needs to have some balls to take care of this damn problem!" Daryl raised it over his head towards jim as Rick jumped forward pointing a gun to his head.

Daryl froze in spot as I sprang forward fur raised, teeth bared, snarling aggressively at Rick. Head low I stalked forward, give me the word and I'll tear him apart. Rick quickly tenses looking down at me with a hint of fear in his eyes as he says to Daryl " we dont kill the living." Daryl lowered his pickaxe as Shane stood between him and jim. I still stand ready for anything growling lowly.

"That's funny coming from a man who just put a gun to my head." Daryl spat. Shane spoke behind him " we may disagree on some things, not on this. You put it down, and call your dog off.".

"Blue, at ease, follow." Daryl spoke to me as he drop the pickaxe. I admittedly stopped my growling and went to his said. Daryl and I begun to walk away and as we did he muttered only to me "good dog, damn idiots going to get themselves killed.". I woofed softly in agreement.