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MERLE urinated on the tree while Daryl kept watch in the deep forest. He was on the lookout for any type of animal, but there was nothing. "There ain't nothing out here but mosquitoes and ants."
"Patience little brother." Merle said to Daryl as they walked around the wood, not really sure of where to go. "Sooner or later, a squirrel is bound to scurry across your path."
"Even so, that ain't much food."
"More than nothing." Merle shrugged.
"I'd have better luck going through one of them houses we passed back on the turnoff." He said.
"Is that what your new friends taught you? Hmm? How to loot for booty?" He smirked walking toward him. "Speaking of that, it was quite comical watching blondie practically beg on her knees for you to stay."
Daryl gave him a short glare, changing the subject, "We've been at it for hours. Why don't we find a stream, try to look for some fish?"
"I think you're just trying to lead me back to the road so you can see your girlfriend. What's her name? Allison? She's way too hot for you, man. I don't know how you did it.
"She's not my girlfriend." Daryl said back to him. "Quit sayin that shit."
"She's certainly something. So what you just fuck buddies?" He said. "Now I get it, that's why you wanna see her. She must have some good pus—"
"Shut up!" Daryl snapped back at him, nearly putting his crossbow up.
Merle threw his hands up in defense, "Chill out, brother. Just curious that's all. Never seen you get this defensive about some random girl."
"She's not just some random girl, Merle."
This made him laugh while walking along the trail with him, "She's dead anyway. They all are. Makes no difference."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Right about now he's probably hosting a housewarming party wheres he's gonna bury what's left of your pals. Now your girl though, he told me about her, how much he wanted her. She's gonna be tied to him like slave. Eventually gutted if she didn't put out, but then again he may just..."
"Did he rape her?" Daryl asked seriously.
"Not yet." Merle spit in the ground before tapping him on the chest. "Let's go hook some fish. Come on."
Daryl took deep breath in, angry and hurt. He wanted to be there to protect her. He wanted to kill the Govenor for what he planned to do with her. He wanted to kill his brother for acting like it was nothing. He wanted to kill himself for pushing her away.
—A—
Glenn and Carl drew the layout of the prison with chalk they had found in Allison's cell. "Now you said you found Tyreese's group here?"
