𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔 | ᵀᵂᴰ

4: The Cop

Isabela
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Daryl and I went on a hunt. Merle stayed back at the camp. We're with a big group, so we're out longer than we used to be. I don't mind it, though. They have kids who are hungry. Starved almost.

I've grown close to a kid named Carl. Well, he's grown close to me. He always tries to hang out or around me, but his mom or a man named Shane always drag him away. You could tell by his face or the way he walked away that he was upset or sad.

There's a girl named Amy who tries to make friends with me. She invited me to go fishing with her and her sister Andrea. I didn't give her an answer because I was nervous for a reason, I don't understand. I remember I was up in a tree watching her and her sister wait for me. Her sister told her I wouldn't show up, so they left. I felt bad.

As Daryl and I hunted all, we got a few squirrels until Daryl spotted a deer. He whistled to get its attention. It stopped, and I shot it. It got spooked at the pain and ran.

We tracked it for miles until it got close to camp. That's when we thought we had it, but the undead beat us to it.

"Son of a bitch." Daryl said when he saw what the walker did to the deer. "That's my deer." We walked up to the group. "Look at it. All gnawed on by this filthy, disease-bearing, motherless, poxy bastard!" Daryl said kicking the walkers headless body.

"Calm down, son. That's not helping." Dale told him. Daryl got in his face. "What do you know about it, old man? Why don't you take that stupid hat and go back to "On Golden Pond?" Daryl took a few steps away from Dale and sighed. "We've been tracking this deer for miles." Daryl said taking the arrows out of the deers side. "Gonna drag it back to camp, cook us up some venison."

"You think we can cut around the chewed up part right here?" I asked motioning to the marks.

"I would not risk that." Shane said. "That's a damn shame." Daryl said. "I got some squirrel. About a dozen or so. That'll have to do." We all turned around to walk back to camp when the walkers head started moving. "Come on, people. What the hell?" Daryl said before he shot the walker through the eye killing it instantly. "It's gotta be the brain. Don't y'all know nothing?" He said as we walked to camp.

"Merle!" I called out. "Merle! Get your ugly ass out here!" Daryl called out as I trailed behind him. "Got us some squirrel! Let's stew 'em up." Daryl said sitting his crossbow down. I took off my quiver and sat my bow down next to his crossbow. I then sat the quiver next to it.

"Daryl, Isabela, just slow up a bit. I need to talk to ya." Shane said. I rolled my eyes and turned around. "About what?" I ask. "About Merle." He said. Ah, hell. What did he do now? "There was a uh– there was a problem in Atlanta." Members of the camp all had their eyes on Daryl and I. "He dead?" Daryl asked. "We're not sure." "The hell kind of answer is that?" I said. "He is or he isn't."

"No easy way to say this, so I'll just say it." Some guy in a white shirt said walking over to Daryl and I. "Who the hell are you?" I ask. "Rick Grimes." "Rick Grimes, you got something you wanna tell me?" Daryl asked. "Your brother was a danger to us all, so I handcuffed him on a roof, hooked him to a piece of metal, he's still there." I swear to God if Amy wasn't around I'd sock him right in the mouth.

"Hold on." Daryl said turned around and pacing. "Let me process this. You're saying you handcuffed my brother to a roof, and you left him there?" Daryl shouted. "Yeah." The man admitted. "Hijo de puta." Son of a bitch. I mumbled.

Daryl threw the squirrels we had caught at Rick and tried to attack him. Shane shoved Daryl to the ground. I tried to attack Shane but T-Dog grabbed him and held me down on the ground. "Get the hell off of 'er!" Daryl yelled grabbing his knife from his holster.