"She's just a kid"
"She knows how to survive"
Cassie Dixon, only twelve at the start of the outbreak. With her mothers smarts and her fathers skills, can she survive? Or will she have to depend on her found family along the way?
Who will make it t...
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"Who the hell are you, man?" Merle asked back.
"Officer friendly." Rick replied before stepping back to the others. "Look here, Merle. Things are different now. There are no you people anymore. No dumb-as-shit, inbred white-trash fools either." Rick told him, unloading Merle's gun in front of him casually while laying out the new rules. "Only dark meat and white meat. There's us and the dead. We survive this by pulling together, not apart."
"Screw you, man." Merle grumbled, looking him in the eyes with annoyance.
"I can see you make a habit of missing the point." Rick commented closely.
"Yeah? Well, screw you twice." Merle said with attitude.
"Ought to be polite to a man with a gun. Only common sense." Rick quoted him, pointing his own gun to Merle's head as the group glanced over nervously, a new respect for Rick building.
"I'm glad someone has the guts to do it" Harley muttered and Glenn shot her a look to be careful what she says.
"You wouldn't. You're a cop." Merle told him with certainty.
"All I am anymore is a man looking for his wife and son. Anybody that gets in the way of that is gonna lose. I'll give you a moment to think about that." Rick said before searching Merle's pockets and taking the drugs he had stashed away. He tilted Merle's head up before flicking his nose mockingly. "Got some on your nose there."
"What are you gonna do? Arrest me? Hey! What are you doing? Man, that was my stuff!" Merle shouted as Rick threw the drugs off the roof carelessly to prove to Merle he was in charge now. "Hey! If I get loose, you'd better pray... Yeah, you hear me, you pig? You hear me?" He called out as Rick walked away.
"Yeah, your voice carries." Rick muttered.
"Do you hear me, you filthy pig?"
Harley rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to T-Dog and the cut on his head. Morales followed Rick a few feet away from the others to talk by the edge of the roof, everyone else taking a moment to breath.
"My God, it's like Times Square down there." Andrea commented as her and Jaqui looked over the roof at the walkers swarming below, Harley sitting aside with Glenn just waiting to hear the next step.
"How's that signal?" Morales asked when he and Rick rejoined the group.
"Like Dixon's brain... Weak." T-Dog commented, Merle flipping him the finger while T-Dog sighed in defeat.
"Keep trying." Rick instructed.
"Why? There's nothing they can do. Not a damn thing." Andrea reminded hopelessly.
"Got some people outside the city is all. There's no refugee center. That's a pipe dream." Morales filled Rick in properly on their situation.
"Then she's right. We're on our own. It's up to us to find a way out." Rick looked around, taking leadership. Harley looked to him with pride, knowing that he would be a good leader for their group to survive.
