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DARYL was breathing heavily, looking at his brothers hand until the crossbow clicked and he pointed it at T-Dog. Rick pulls out his gun and aims it at Daryl. "I won't hesitate. I don't care if every walker in the city hears it." Rick stated firmly to Daryl. I guess Daryl realized that Rick wasn't bluffing and lowered the crossbow. Rick lowered his gun.

"You got a durag or something?" Daryl asked T-Dog. Then T-Dog grabbed a blue durag out of his pocket and handed it to Daryl. Daryl picked up Merle's severed hand by one finger with his hand. "I guess the saw blade was too dull for the handcuffs. Ain't that a bitch." He grimaced towards the end while holding the hand up. He sighed again while placing the hand on the durag and wrapping it up. He stood up from the ground and moved toward Glenn to put the hand in his backpack.

I sighed and shook my head at that, damn that's gross. "He must have used a tourniquet, maybe his belt. Be much more blood if he didn't." Daryl said. He followed the trail of blood Merle left on the ground. Glenn, Rick and I followed while T-Dog went to pick up Dale's tools then followed us. The trail of blood leads to an open door that said caution on it. Daryl walked in first with his crossbow up in the air. Rick followed, them me, Glenn and T-Dog. "Merle? You in here?" Daryl called out as we walked down some stairs.

I had one of my hands on my sword behind my back as a precaution. I was walking alongside my brother as we were behind Daryl and Rick and T-Dog was behind us. We walked into some room that looked like an abandoned office. We noticed two dead walkers on the ground.

"Had enough in him to take out these two sumbitches. One handed. Toughest asshole I ever met, my brother." He said before he started grunting while reloading an arrow into his crossbow. When I tell you that grunt was sexy as hell...wow, Ara get outta your head. This dude is brazen, surly, and impulsive, don't start something you can't finish.

"Feed him a hammer, he'd crap out nails." Daryl continued. "Any man can pass out from blood loss, no matter how tough he is." Rick stated.

We all started moving along. "Merle!" Daryl exclaimed again. "We're not alone here. Remember?" Rick cautioned. "It wouldn't be a party if we were." I nudged to Glenn. "You have problems." Glenn told me. "The best kind of problems little brother." I remarked. "I don't think there are good kinds of problems Ara." Glenn said. "Well I think there are." I shrugged with a smile.

"Screw that." Daryl said in response to Rick. "He could be bleeding out. You said so yourself." Daryl continued before he walked into another room and we all followed. It was a kitchen where the burners on the stove were still on. There was blood everywhere. "What's that burned stuff?" Glenn asked.