A Dead World.. • G. Rhee

Chapter Six

(A trip to Atlanta)

"We walk from here." Rick stops the car at Glenn's request.

We walk up the road to Atalanta and stop in a small alleyway to plan our next move.

"Merle or guns first?" Rick asks, looking from me to Glenn as Daryl's eyes widen at the lack of care for his brother.

"Merle! We ain't even having this conversation!" Daryl throws his hands in the air.

"Yes, we are." Rick snaps back, before turning to address both Glenn and I.

"You both know the geography, it's your call."

Glenn looks at me expectantly, clearly wanting me to answer, I roll my eyes but answer anyways.

"Merles closest, the guns would mean doubling back. Merle first." And Daryl sends me a nod as Rick starts leading the way over to the store all this started in.
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Walking up the steps of the store Rick whistles to Daryl signalling him to the only walker that was still in the building.

"Damn, you are one ugly skank." Daryl shot the walker with his crossbow and continued up the stairs to the roof.

"Merle! Merle!" He shouted as he barged past me up the stairs, I narrow my eyes to the back of his head not appreciating beings shoved into the wall.

I followed Daryl up the stairs with the rest of the group behind me,

Daryl and I make it to the roof first, and what we saw was not what I expected. I was expecting either a half eaten Merle or an extremely dehydrated and heat exhausted Merle, but neither was there, no, all that was there was a shit ton of blood, and a hand.

"No! No! No!" Daryl shouts and I feel bad, like, really bad.

We were all stood staring at the hand, I look from Daryl, to Rick, to T-Dog, to Glenn, and Glenn looked exactly as he did when we had to 'gut-up' to get past the walkers.

Daryl shouts something incoherent and when I turn around I'm faced with a whole stand-off, Daryl has his crossbow to T-dogs head and in result Rick has his shotgun to Daryl's head.

"I won't hesitate, I don't care if every walker in the city hears it." Rick glares at Daryl as neither of two drop their weapons.

"Yeah? Well I do! So both of you drop the fucking things." I say standing between Rick and Daryl, they both hesitate for a second before lowering their weapons and Daryl walks towards the hand.

He stares for a minute then turns around to face T-dog, "you got a do-rag or something?" T-dog hands him one and he uses it to wrap his brothers hand.

"I guess the blade was too dull for the cuffs. Ain't that a bitch?"

He looks to me and motions to the rucksack I was carrying on my back.

"Nuh-uh no way." I point to Glenn instead, and he looks at me with wide eyes. "That is not going in my bag. Not a chance man." Glenn glares at me after Daryl puts the hand in his bag, I give him a smug grin and turn away from the two.