Chapter 10: Guts

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My POV.

This is a nightmare, I'm not talking about the walkers trying to bust the windows. The man that Glenn, Seline, and I rescued was a cop who got shot earlier in the apocalypse. He seemed to remember me a while back at the alley, but he didn't go berserk like Shane did. Instead he thanked me and Seline for saving his life. I can't tell what he was thinking. Does he hate me? Forgive me?

"Get the picture now?" Morales questioned Rick. Walkers continued to bang on the windows.

"What the hell were you doing out there anyway?" Andrea asked.

"Trying to flag a helicopter." He stated.
What? No way. There hasn't been a helicopter since Firesign Stadium got overrun.

"You were chasing a hallucination. Imagining things. It happens." Jacqui told him.

"I saw it." Rick said insistently.

"Hey T-Dog, try that CB. Can you contact others?" I asked him. Maybe they spot the helicopter too.

"Others? The refugee center?" Rick wondered.

"Yeah, the refugee center. They got biscuits waiting at the oven for us." Seline said sarcastically. He made a mistake, just let it go.

T-dog shook his head. "Got no signal. Maybe the roof?"

A single gunshot was heard above us, silencing us. "Oh no. Is that Dixon?" Seline worried.

"What is that maniac doing?" T-dog complained as all of us hurried up the steps to the roof.

Seline caught up with me. "Where did you get this guy?"

Merle is a loud mouth redneck that no one wants to mess with. What is dangerous about him is that he's unpredictable.
(The Walking Dead theme plays)
We made it to the top and we found Merle standing on the low wall that surrounds the building's roof. He continued to fire rounds, killing walkers below.

"Hey Dixon, are you crazy?" Morales called to him.

Merle just gives us a chuckle and shot another walker.

"Oh jeez." I heard Andrea.

Merle turned to face us with a big grin. "Hey! Y'all be more polite to a man with a gun! Huh?" He smiled. "Only common sense."

"Man, you wasting bullets we ain't even got." I told him but he still has a rifle.

"And you're bringing even more of them down our a****! Just chill!" T-Dog ordered Merle.

"Hey, bad enough I've got this taco bender and the two brownies on my a** all day. Now I'm gonna take orders from you? I don't think so, bro. That'll be the day." I am getting really tired of Merle's racist comments. He's rude and never sorry for his behavior.

"'That'll be the day? You got something you want to tell me?!" T-Dog asked him, getting angry as I am. But I don't want to cause more trouble.

"Hey T-Dog, man, just leave it." I tried to calm him down, but he pushed me aside. "No."

Morales steps in. "All right? It ain't worth it. Now Merle, just relax ok? We've got enough trouble."

Merle shook his head and laughed. "You want to know the day?" Merle asked T-Dog.

"Yeah." T-Dog said.

"I'll tell you the day Mr. 'Yo'. It's the day I take orders from a n*****." Merle told him.

"You m*****f*****!" T-Dog shouted as he sprinted towards him.

He swung at Merle, but he blocked it and hit him in the face with the butt of his rifle before he dropped it.

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