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CHAPTER TWENTY SIX - - -
WE DEVISED A risky plan and spread out around the camp. At this point they had started wondering what happened to there group leader. It was my time to shine. From the bushes I emerged with my hands raised high above my head. Guns and bows aimed at my chest as I approached the group.
"Wait don't shoot!" I pleaded. "That man, something wrong." I said in a frantic tone. Two men lowered there weapons and hurried over to me. "Shit not again, take us to him." One said, nudging me forwards with the shaft of his gun. They strolled up ahead like they knew where they were going. I took a look around at the familiar trees where the arrow had pierced his skull.
This was it. In the midst of the confusion upon seeing the dead corpse of there leader, my arm wrapped around one of there throats with my blade in hand. My knife made contact with the skin around his neck and the red liquid squirted out. The other man stumbled for his gun and aimed it at me. Any time now.
"Stupid bitch!" He shouted, bringing the hand gun up to eye level. The fact was I could have killed him by now, but that wasn't the plan. After I was doomed to get a bullet through my flesh my ears caught wind of an arrow. Finally, I let out a large exhale. "Cutting it close are we?" I sent a glare in his direction. He just gave me this adorable stupid looking grin and continued moving.
"Stick to the plan sunshine, we ain't done yet." Yeah yeah, I stole the gun from the guys motionless body. Daryl gestured me to follow and I did co carefully. My feet were being extra careful not to accidentally step on a stick and ruin this whole operation. Daryl took the lead with his crossbow with me only a few feet behind.
Three down, four left to go. We had the element of surprise in our favor as we stealthily crept up to the camp. They were still in the same position as before, the three of our group lined up in front of the fire pit with the rest of the enemy group watching over them like hawks. My finger guided to the trigger and I waited, lining up my shot with one of the men.
I waited intently for the signal to shoot. I glanced over to him, he held up his pointer finger, then his middle, and finally his ring finger. In the same moment I pushed down on the trigger sending a bullet into the mans cranium. His lifeless corpse flopped to the ground and the one Daryl had shot did the same.
As expected the other two men were on high alert, pointing there fancy guns in our direction. Assuming we weren't able to be seen I glanced over to Daryl. By the way the fire had moved it sent a glowing dust illuminating off his face. Knowing that they must have seen us I fired once more, going away from the initial plan.
Dumbass could have gotten himself killed. There was one final guy who played his cards wisely. Instead of aiming his weapon at us he turned to the hostages. That completely ruined everything. "Come out and drop your weapons, all of them." He ordered and we had no choice but to obey.
We came out from the bushes and sat our weapons on the ground in front of us. The man swerved his gun around trying to decide who he should be pointing at. Carl was his target. With the gun pointed at him we were defenseless to do anything about it. It was a stalemate. A devilish smile grew on the mans face as he discovered with the gun threatening one of our people we would obey any orders given.
"Looks like you're in a real pickle." He said. His eyes locked on to us since we were the bigger threat. Or so he though. Whilst his attention was drawn on us that gave Rick and opportunity to divide a plan. He stood up slowly and proceeded to tackle the man with a gun.
A single bullet was shot before Rick managed to get the gun from his grasp. Rick repeatedly struck the man in the head and no one was kind enough to stop him. In the end his face was unrecognizable as the gun he once possessed had turned on him. One second he was alive with that cocky grin across his face and the next he laid dead on the ground with a bullet in between his eyes.
"Ah, shit." Rick muttered, that could only mean bad news. That when I noticed the wound, blood trickling down his arm. He was quick to put pressure on it but that wasn't enough. I took off the army green jacket and tied it around his arm. As soon as the jacket left my body I could feel how cool the air had become.
"I'm fine, it just grazed me is all." He said. But everyone knew he was just putting in a tough face to allude the pain. We had no bandages and that jacket would be soaked in blood in no time. Michonne rushed to put pressure on the wound. "You two, go ahead, see if you can find anything we can use to stop the bleeding." She ordered.
