Guts || TWD

3. To Grandmother's House We Go.

The Forest South Of The I-89, morning time...

"Okay, pick your weapon. We're all going out today." Rick started, rolling out a whole arsenal of handheld weapons. Which, turns out, was where Tucker had lifted his machete from. Carl had found it during the first round of car hunting and immediately showed his new best friend.

"These aren't the kinda weapons we need," Andrea scoffed, her eyes rolling.

"We've been over this, me, Dale, Rick, and the twins are carrying. Don't need everyone popping off rounds when a tree rustles." Shane explained, hand on his hip.

"It's not the trees I'm worried about."

"God, your sister gave up her gun just fine. Now take a damn knife or go without. You need to get over it, we're not singling out you and your poor life. Y'all are being treated fairly," Shane snapped, his attitude getting the better of him as Andrea grabbed a hunting knife and its sheath.

"Andi, you don't know how to use it. Chances are you'd get cornered and with the stress you wouldn't be able to fire." Rory spoke honestly, looking at her sister.

"I seemed to shoot Amy just fine." The younger woman spat, her eyes alive with malice.

"From three inches away? Pretty hard to miss," Elle sighed, she loved her aunt but her attitude had always been unruly. If they weren't related, Elle can't see herself enjoying Andrea's company.

"You think you're so damn special because Daddy taught you how to shoot. Knowing how to use a gun isn't the most important thing at all times." Andrea walked up to her niece. The knife she had pulled still in her hand, Elle backed up cautiously.

"Don't talk to me like that with a fucking knife if your hand."

"Seriously, chill the hell out and get over yourself." Tucker huffed, pushing his aunt back towards his mother. In hopes she could calm her down because clearly Tucker and Elle were not helping. Though, neither of the siblings thought of themselves as very comforting people.

"You two have your close range weapon?" Rick looked at the twins, changing the topic. They both nodded and showed the holsters that held their knives and the one that held their guns. Shane had in fact found two extra holsters that could hold their weapons. Elle used a Colt Python similar to Rick's while Tuck had a Colt Trooper.

Tucker loved heavy metal, Iron Maiden the most. It made sense that the gun his father registered to him was called The Trooper.

"The idea is to take the creek about five miles up, she'll most likely be by the creek. It's her only landmark." Daryl started once everyone had chosen their weapon.

"Stay quiet, stay sharp. Keep space between you but still stay within eyesight of each other." Rick added.

"Rick and I thought it'd be best if we broke up into smaller groups. Rick, Shane, and Tucker will track the farthest away East, I'll take Glenn and Ellie the farthest West. Lori, Carol, and Carl will stay close to the highway in the tree line. Andrea and Rory will take the first mile of the creek 'bout where you left her. Figured T's injured and we'll need two watchmen for our camp so Dale and T-Dog will stay here." Daryl rattled off, pretending not to care what the others mumbled though he wouldn't go through with the assignments if he knew they were displeased.