Destruction ||| Glenn Rhee (BEING REWRITTEN TO OC)

12 ~ Bag

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There's snow fallin' over the city

You thought that it would wash away

The bitter taste of my fury

And all of the messes you made

Yeah, you think that you got away

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The truck pulls up to the outskirts of the city. The group gets out and starts walking.

Rick looks over to Glenn. "Merle first or the guns?"

Daryl scoffs. "Merle! We ain't even havin' this conversation!"

"We are." He looks to Glenn. "You know the geography. It's your call."

"Merle's closest. The guns would mean doubling back. Merle first."

Eventually the group arrives at the department store from the prior day. They get inside with no issues. Daryl leads as he rushes up the stairwell. Rick gets up second with the bolt cutters he borrowed from Dale. They snap it off and throw open the door.

Daryl runs out screaming for his brother. He looks down and sees something that causes him to scream.

"No! No! No!!!"

Rosanna looks at the pipe where Merle was handcuffed and gasps. The handcuffs remain attached to the pipe, but Merle is no longer there. The only thing that remains, is his hand, and a bloody saw.

"Oh my god." Glenn says putting a hand over his mouth.

Daryl wipes a tear from his cheek and raises his crossbow at T-Dog.

Rick immediately reacts and pulls out his gun aiming it at Daryl's head. "I won't hesitate. I don't care if every walker in the city hears it."

Daryl sighs and lowers his bow. He asks T-Dog for a do-rag and uses it to wrap Merle's severed hand. He ushers Glenn over and opens up his backpack.

"I guess the saw blade was too dull for the cuffs. Ain't that a bitch." He says, putting the covered hand in the bag.

Daryl continues. "He must have used a tourniquet... maybe his belt. Be much more blood if he didn't."

Rosanna gags at that and steps further away.

The group notices a blood trail leading off the roof, so they follow it, calling for Merle.

They make it into some kind of office area and Daryl shoots a rotter in the head. "Had enough in him to take out these two sumbitches. One handed. Toughest asshоlе I ever met, my brother. Feed him a hammer, he'd crap out nails."

"Any man can pass out from blood loss, no matter how tough he is." Rick responds.

Daryl calls out again. "Merle!"

Rick shushes him. "We're not alone here. Remember?"

"Screw that. He could be bleeding out. You said so yourself."

They make their way to the kitchen. There's a gas stove still burning, Merle's belt, and an awful scent. Rosanna puts a hand over her mouth.