Something to Live For- The Walking Dead Fanfiction

Chapter 15 - Walking Dixons

I laid down in the bed of the pick up without making any noise. If I did, they would find me back here.

They've been driving for five minutes. We stopped outside a small forest.

"Cmon. You've got to walk a mile. Glenn and I'll pick berries or something." I heard Michonne say as they got out of the truck. Once they were out of sight, I slowly climbed out of the bed. I grabbed one of the extra guns from the truck.

I don't know how I would do it, but maybe I could shoot with one hand.

Alright. Lets go Amelia.

I got out of the bed of the truck and started off the way they went. I walked along the woodland path for 5 minutes until I saw them in a distance. The group was crouched behind a car. In front of them were huge walls. This must be Woodbury.

They slipped off to the side and I followed. They climbed through a hole in the wall. After they were all through and started walking in the town, I climbed through.

I couldn't stay hidden forever, so I decided that now would be the best time to be seen. We were in and they couldn't tell me to leave anyway.

I snuck up behind Rick. "Hey." I whispered.

He whipped around and pointed a gun at my head.

"What the hell Amelia?!" Rick whispered. "Why are you here?!"

"I needed to come." I replied. "Let's just leave it at that."

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We crept along the town searching for Daryl. I heard boos and jeers around the corner.

"Rick." I said. He turned and looked at me. "Let's go over there." I pointed to where to boos and jeers were coming from. Rick nodded in response.

We crept along the street and hid behind bleachers. It looked like a little dirt arena with no walls. There was a man standing in the middle with a bandage over his right eye.

There was another man standing there with a metal arm. He was missing a hand. Boy. I know how that feels. He looks familiar. He looks like Daryl.

There was a third man. He had a bag over his head.

"This is one of the terrorists!" The man with the bandage yelled to the crowd. "Merle's own brother!"

The man with the bandage ripped the bag off the third mans head. There he stood. It was Daryl.

"What should we do with them?!" The man with the bandage yelled.

"Kill 'em!" I heard someone yell.

"Kill 'em Governor!"

Daryl stood there staring at Merle, with him staring back.

"Brother against brother!" The Governor yelled. "In a fight! To the death!"

"What do we do?" I whispered to Rick and Maggie.

"The flash bangs." He pulled two flash bangs out from his pocket.

Merle and Daryl were wrestling on the floor. They both jumped up back to back, hitting the walkers that were being thrown at them.

"Hurry!" I yelled at Rick. I picked up my rifle and got it situated in my one hand so I could shoot.

Rick threw the flash bangs and the arena went up in smoke.

I shot at the people with guns. I turned around and aimed my gun at someone's head.