Surviving the End of the World (The Walking Dead fic)

Chapter 4: The Dixon Brothers

P.S. The pictures of random people are of Lauren and her parents.

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I don't move. My eyes stay right on the man, Merle, as I try to keep the other man in my sight. Merle keeps his gun trained on me, not a single twitch to keep his aim unsteady.

"Are ya deaf? I said give me your shit," he says, his patience dwindling. I look at the other man before looking back at him, "I don't have anything. Not in the tent at least. My truck is just through these trees-"

Merle pushed the gun to my temple, "I know you got other people, I ain't stupid."

I bite my lip. I can only hope someone sees us and shouts something. I'm sure my parents are still chatting up Shane and Glenn, while others are asleep or still enjoying the night. Any plan of escape is not coming to me at the moment, and I can only hope that this is an act.

"I really don't have anything in the tent. All there are are sleeping bags, maybe a knife, and clothes. If you want anything, it'll be there," I point in the direction of the fires.

Merle looks back at his brother, and I use that as my moment to try take the gun away from him. Punching Merle's side, I grab his wrist and wrestle the gun out of his hand. Despite being caught off guard and in enough pain to groan, Merle's grip is like iron on the pistol. I only hope I don't make it go off, and even more that it won't hit me.

With the commotion, I don't see the brown hair guy come around the backside of me. All I feel is sharp pain in my skull and I fall to the ground. Holding my head, I look at the duo. Merle has his pistol pointing at me, the man a crossbow. I sigh as I let myself hit the ground.

"Drop your weapons," I hear a gruff voice say. I look back up and Shane is pointing a shotgun to Merle's face, my dad doing the same to the other man. Glenn stands in the distance, a rifle in hand.

Merle gives it a moment as his partner immediately pulls his weapon away. He looks to the right where Shane is standing and immediately drops the gun. My luck, it lands directly on my ankle. I hold the limb in my hands as I hiss and curse, rubbing the spot of impact.

"Now how about you get the hell out of our camp," Shane threatens.

"Sorry, sheriff, didn't realize there was this many of ya'," Merle lies. The man still says nothing.

"Bullshit, you can see the fires," Shane spits, aiming the gun closer to Merle's head.

"Look we don't want no trouble," the brown-haired man finally speaks.

Shane scoffs, "You say that after putting a gun to her head."

"We just wanted some food for the road, nothing more. We've run into some shit, didn't know if y'all would be friend or foe," he continues.

Shane looks at me before looking back at the two, "And why should we help you now."

"If you let us stay, we can be useful. We hunt, Merle was in the military, you can have us as more muscle," the man exclaims.

Shane doesn't say anything, but he's still focused on aiming the gun at Merle. Dad isn't as steady, looking between the man and Shane. Glenn looks like he's ready to faint, not knowing how to deal with a situation like this.

"Fine. Y'all can stay, but you're going to be monitored for a while. One bad move, you're out of the camp," he states.

The man nods, "Deal."

Shane finally moves the gun, dad following his lead. Merle and the man finally move after being put on the spot. Shane still keeps the shotgun at the ready, "Follow me to the RV. We'll get you a tent set up. You're staying at the edge of the woods, so whoever has lookout duty can watch you. Again, one wrong move, and you're out."