Merle was still handcuffed, trapped on the roof of the department store in Atlanta. He was hallucinating.
"That's right," Merle said. "You heard me, bitch. You got a problem? Bring it on, if you're man enough. Or take it up the chain if you're a pussy. You heard me, you pussy-ass non-com bitch. You ain't deaf. Take it up the damn chain of command or you can kiss my lily-white ass." He chuckled. "That's right, that's what I said. You heard me. And then this idiot, he takes a swing, you know, and well . . ." Merle laughed, hysterically. "Oh, you should've seen the look on his face when I punched out his front teeth. Yeah, five of 'em. Pow pow, just like that. Oh, God, 16 months in the stockade. Oh, that's what them teeth cost me. That was . . . that was hard time. But by God, it was worth every minute of it, just to see that prick spit his teeth out on the ground. Yes, sir, worth every minute. Mm." Merle looked up at the sky, slowly coming back to reality as he looked down at the cuffs. He pulled at them, trying to get free. "Oh, no, no, no! No, no, no, no! God! God! No, no! God! Jesus! No, no, merciful Christ! No, no, no, no. God, help me! God! God! Jesus, please! Jesus, please, help me! Come on now! Help me."
The door slightly open as Walkers tried to get through, but they couldn't because T-Dog chained it.
Merle slowly got down. "No, no. Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh." He started crying. "Oh, Jesus. Jesus! Please. I didn't behave, I know. I know I'm being punished, I know. I . . . Oh, I deserve it. I deserve it, I've been bad. Help me now, show me the way. Go on, tell me what to do. Tell me, tell me. Oh, God!" He hit his head on the ground twice. "God. God." Merle remembered that T-Dog knocked over the tool box. He rolled under a belt and used the buckle to try and reach the saw. "Damn it. Okay. Never you mind, silly Christ boy. I ain't begged you before, I ain't gonna start begging now. I ain't gonna beg you now! Don't you worry about me begging you ever! I'll never beg you! I ain't gonna beg you! I never begged you before." The growling and banging got louder. "Oh, shit."
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A doorknob was being turned.
Inside a dark house, light was leaking in from outside through the closed door.
A newspaper article showed a picture of Rick.
ANDREW LINCOLN
Inside an abandoned grocery store, the shelves were empty and there was blood on the floor.
A picture of Shane Walsh in uniform hung on the wall, the glass of the frame had been shattered.
JON BERNTHAL
A torn picture of Lori Grimes, smiling, was on the floor along with shards of glass.
SARAH WAYNE CALLIES
There was a view of a house.
An RV was on a hill.
A teddy bear was lying on the ground.
TERESA PALMER
There was a view of a water tower.
ASHLEY GREENE
The streets of Atlanta were deserted.
LAURIE HOLDEN
There was a view of the buildings in Atlanta.
JEFFREY DEMUNN
There was a view of a hospital in Atlanta.
STEVEN YUEN
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Fight To Survive (The Walking Dead - Season 1)
FanfictionDISCLAIMER: All rights go to the creators of The Walking Dead and AMC. I do not own any of the characters or plotlines except for my OCs Trey Dixon, Bella Peletier, Chris and Niki Hunter, whom I created on my previous account HeartofVengeance (which...