Without A Voice

Chapter 5: Bag of Guns

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"What are his odds out there?" T-Dog questioned.

Daryl scoffed, "No worse than being handcuffed and left to rot by you sorry pricks."

He turned towards Rick. "You couldn't kill him. I ain't worried about some dumb dead bastard."

"What about 1,000 dumb dead bastards? Different story?" Rick stared at Daryl.

"Why don't ya take a tally? Do what ya want. I'm gonna go get him." Daryl muttered, turning around to leave.

Rick grabbed his shoulder but Daryl shoved him.

"Get your hands off me! Ya can't stop me."

"Look, I don't blame you. He's family, I get that. I went through hell to find mine." He explained causing Daryl to stop.

"Now, your brother can't get far with that injury. We can help you check a few blocks around, but only if you keep a level head. Can you do that?"

Daryl stared at him for a few seconds before eventually nodding. Jane let out a sigh of relief that she wouldn't have to witness another fight.

"Only if we get those guns first. I'm not strolling the streets of Atlanta with just my good intentions, okay?" T-Dog spoke up.

"We get the guns and then we look for Merle." Rick stated and with that the group started planning.

Jane had an idea while Glenn was talking about his plan. She took out her notebook and started scribbling. The rest of the group waited with anticipation.

ILL GO WITH YOU AND WATCH FROM AFAR WHILE YOU GET THE BAG MY BOW IS QUIET ENOUGH NOT TO ALERT THE WALKERS THAT WAY DARYL AND I CAN COVER YOU PROPERLY

Glenn set the note down and nodded as the others read it.

"You sure you can shoot with your hand like that?" Rick asked.

Jane rolled her eyes and stood up. She held her bow steady and then loaded an arrow- shooting at the head of a model sitting on a poster. Of course, she hit it straight on. Bullseye.

Rick rolled his eyes playfully, "I won't doubt you again."

As Jane recovered her arrow she noticed Daryl and Glenn smirking. They were impressed. She didn't like being underestimated. It was a superficial cut anyways. Nothing she couldn't handle. Jane and Glenn were going to run for the bag while Daryl stayed in an alley nearby. Rick and T-Dog were going to be two blocks away as backup in case the two of them got cut.

~ A Couple Minutes Later ~

"Ya got some balls for a Chinaman." Daryl muttered, causing Glenn to roll his eyes.

"I'm Korean." He corrected, glancing over at Daryl.

"Whatever."

Jane and Glenn made it towards the edge of the building, taking out all the walkers on the street. They ducked down behind cars and hid from the walkers the best they could. This plan was insane and Jane couldn't believe she made herself apart of it. They jumped over the barricades and accidentally caught the eye of a few walkers. Glenn quickly grabbed the bag as Jane picked off the walkers one by one. When he made it back they headed towards the alley Daryl was in. As Jane turned the corner she knew something was wrong. There were other people there. Glenn and Jane rushed into the alley. There was teen laying on the cold ground. A few feet away lay Daryl. Two men were kicking him. Beating him. She planned quickly. Glenn was the one with the bag so he would be the target. She had to be the distraction.

Pulling out her bow she shot at one of the men but he saw her, moving out of the way. The arrow only grazed his arm. Before she could reload her bow both men rushed towards her.

"That's it! That's the bag, Vato, take it!" One of the men shouted.

"Jane don't!", She heard Daryl call out her name.

They saw Glenn. She tried to stop them but one man grabbed her and threw her into the brick wall. She yelped as everything went silent. Blood dripped down her face as she tried to stand herself up.

"Get off me!" She read Glenn's lips as one of the men kicked her in the stomach.

With her breath knocked out of her there was nothing she could do but wheeze at a pair of arms dragged her away.

Glenn continued to shout, "Get off me! Daryl!"

Jane put her hands to her ears and began to panic. Her hearing aid was gone. She looked over where Daryl was and began thrashing. The men struggled to pull her as she kicked and screamed. She nearly got away but one of them got a hold of her and threw her to the ground. She hit her head on the pavement, locking eyes with Daryl before passing out.

Jane opened her eyes to Glenn shaking her leg. Where was she? She didn't recognize where she was. Her head was pounding and her ribs ached. She stared at Glenn who was leaning over her. His mouth was moving but she couldn't hear a thing he was saying. When she tried to sit up she winced. Biting her tongue, she looked around. She expected to be tied up in a dungeon but now she was just confused. Why were there a bunch of old people walking around and playing cards? Jane clutched her head. Glenn held out his hand, offering her help to stand. She took it, the world spinning when she finally stood. Glenn grabbed her shoulders and faced her across from him. He was asking her something. Her vision blurred, making it hard to read his lips.

She squinted, "Can you hear me?" He asked.

Shaking her head she touched her ear, her hearing aid wasn't there. Glenn noticed and turned, asking the people in the room something. When he turned back to her he sat her down and pointed to an old woman.

"He's asking if you're okay." The woman signed.

"Tell him I hit my head pretty hard but I think I'll be okay. What happened?" Jane asked the woman.

"Those guys that attacked us want the guns so they're going to trade us for the guns." The woman translated for Glenn.

"Think it'll work?" Jane asked.

"I hope so." Glenn retorted.