After serving his country overseas for a decade, being in Iraq and Afghanistan during active war, 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬. Staff Sergeant Nathan Grimes finds himself on the front lines yet again. This time however, was diff...
"That's my damn deer!" The youngest Dixon brother spit in a fit of rage. He leaped swiftly over the large wall of rocks that separated the camp from the slope downward. He became unhinged upon seeing that a dead walker had just made a feast out of what was going to be his hard-earned kill. He couldn't contain his anger as he sent brutal kicks into the walker's dead torso. Only once he finished his uncalled-for assault on the corpse did he calm down.
He looked over to the man who had been the head guy of camp since the start. "I got us some squirrels—about a dozen or so. That'll have to do." He says, "Ya think we can cut around this chewed-up part right here?."
"I wouldn't risk that." Shane says this with disgust, seeing the redneck squatting down to check the deer for viable meat.
"See, you found a new guy." Daryl looks the man over before going back to ignoring him. "I found some new faces too. Should be coming up. They ain't got no camp. They said they've been on the move since being stuck in the city for a while."
"How'd they make it out?" The elderly gentleman, Dale, asked with a shocked look on his face.
"A few of 'em used to in the army." Daryl explain.
"How many of them were? Are they armed?" Glenn asked with a hint of worry.
"What do I look like to ya'll, a damn owner's manual? Ask 'em yourself. I ran ahead to track this damn deer, but they'll be here."
Shane lifts his shotgun off his shoulder, gripping it tightly with both hands. "You left them alone? Jesus, man. They're probably on their damn way to rob us."
His words were the equivalent of yelling fire in a public place. Everyone took silent turns becoming worked up while they let his words sink in. The scared faces were all scanning over each other.
"I ain't dumb. I was with them for two days. I've got a feel for them first. There's fourteen, mostly scared women and kids. They haven't had much food, water, or sleep. They're too weak to fight us. They lost most of their fighters and a few other soldiers when they ran from the city."
"That doesn't mean they ain't a threat. Some of them are trained, and the others could've picked up a few things from them by now. If nothing else, you just brought back more mouths to feed."
"Hell, Rambo can barely walk, much less fight. I doubt he could even take the chinaman right now." He irritatedly threw up a hand toward Glenn.
"I'm Korean". Glenn was offended and bewildered by the man's assumption.
