The Bleeding Scar [TWD]

Chapter 9: Trades

"You sure you're up for this?" Rick asked T-dog. The boy had taken them to the place his group was staying and they were loading some guns from the bag that they picked up from the city as they didn't know what they were gonna face once the doors opened.

"Yeah.." He answered. They had agreed that while everyone was gonna stay and try to come to a deal, T-dog would go to a roof with the guns in case things went south and they needed a back up.

"Okay" Said Rick and T-dog grabbed the bag with the guns and took off to go to the roof.

"One wrong move, you get an arrow in the ass. Just so you know." Daryl made it clear.

"G's gonna take that arrow out of my ass and shove it up yours. Just so you know." The kid spoke back to him with a sarcastic tone and look making Stefan glare at him. But before he could say something, Rick asked....

"G?"

"Guillermo. He's the man here." The boy sighed.

"Okay then. Let's go see Guillermo." Rick decided as he stood up making the boy stand up as well and all of them made their the through a broken window. Rick put the kid in front of him and after a few seconds of walking they finally faced the doors with their weapons high and ready to shoot any moment now..

The doors opened and Rick pointed the gun he was holding to the boy's back. A short man came out of the doors with such a confidence that made Stefan realise he was Guillermo.

"You okay, little man?" The short man asked as he eyed up the kid.

"They're gonna cut off my feet, carnal." The kid almost cried out making Stefan roll his eyes.

"Cops do that?" Guillermo asked looking at Rick.

"Not him. This redneck puto here and his dog. He cut off some dude's hand, man. He showed it to me." The boy cried out glancing at Daryl and Erika.

"Shut up." Daryl immediately cut him off.

"Hey, that's that vato right there. He shot me in the ass with an arrow What's up, homes?" The bald guy said as he with the guy that beated Stefan came out of the doors with their guns high and ready to shoot.

"Chill, ese, chill. Chill." Guillermo said and with his left hand lowered the bald's guy hand that was holding the gun.

"This true? He wants Miguelito's feet? That's pretty sick, man." Guillermo continued..

"We were hoping more for a calm discussion." Rick stated.

"That hillbilly jumps Felipe's little cousin, beats on him, threatens to cut off his feet, Felipe gets an arrow in the ass and you want a calm discussion? You fascinate me." Guillermo shook his head.

"Heat of the moment. Mistakes were made on both sides." Rick stated once again.

"Who's that dude to you anyway? You don't look related." Guillermo asked.

"He's one of our group, more or less. I'm sure you have a few like him." Rick answered.

"You got our brother in there?" Daryl asked.

"Sorry, we're fresh out of white boys. But I've got an Asian. You interested?" Guillermo said.

"I have one of yours, you have one of mine. Sounds like an even trade." Was Rick's saying.

"Don't sound even to me." Guillermo stated.

"G..Come on man.." The boy pleaded.

"My people got attacked. Where's the compensation for their pain and suffering? More to the point, where's my bag of guns?" Guillermo asked, ignoring the kid's plead. Stefan glared at him as he realised that Guillermo was only thinking about his part of the story.