A Dead World.. • G. Rhee

Chapter Eight

(Locked and Loaded)

The doors open and another Spanish man who I assume is 'G' or 'Guillermo' walks out of the shadows. Unarmed.

"You okay little man?" He asks our hostage as he takes a step closer to him.

"They're gonna cut off my feet, carnal." He rambles out looking way more distressed than he was before.

Their leader raises an eyebrow. "Cops do that?" He asks eyeing Rick who's stood just a little behind the younger boy.

"Not him. This redneck puto here." He motions to Daryl who was stood to the side of him. "Cut off some dudes hand, man. He showed it to me."

"Shut up." Daryl sneered at the boy.

Then another man walked out of the shadows, I recognised him as the one from earlier today.
"Hey that's that vato right there, homes. He shot me in the ass with an arrow. What's up homes, huh?"

He raises his gun at Daryl and 'G' put his hand on the other man's arm to make him stand down, in which he does.

"This true?" 'G' asks Rick. "He wants Miguelito's feet? That's pretty sick, man."

"We were hoping for a more calm discussion." Rick says as if he were a cop again, as if there was gonna be a 'calm discussion', no, in this world it's shoot first ask questions later, or at least for most people. But Rick had to see that for himself then, then he would understand the new 'rule of law'.

"That hillbilly jumps Felipe's little cousin, beats on him, threatens to cut off his feet, Felipe gets an arrow in the ass and you want a calm discussion? You fascinate me."

I narrow my eyes at him in disbelief. "Yo, We all took hits man, and you took one of ours and you left your own behind, so technically you guys fucking started it." 'G' looks at me with with lips pursed and his eyebrows furrowed, as if trying to comprehend what I just said, before he asks another question.

"Who's that dude to you anyways? You don't look related." And before I could answer Rick jumps in. "He's one of ours, more or less." I look at him in disbelief that he would belittle Glenn's participation in our group like that, Glenn was more than 'just a member of our group' if anything he's actually a bigger part of the group than Rick is, but Rick doesn't seem to catch my stare as he continues. "I'm sure you have a few like him." Okay what was that supposed to mean?

"You got my brother in there?" Daryl tries again and I actually want to hit him.

"Nah, fresh outta white boys, but we got Asian. You interested?"

"I have one of yours, you got one of mine. Sounds like an even trade." Rick takes the lead of bargaining with their leader.

'G' shakes his head. "That don't sound even to me."

"G, come on man."  Miguelito sounds desperate, trying to make him accept the trade.

"My people got attacked. Where's the compensation for their pain and suffering? More to the point. Where's my bag of guns?"

"Guns?" Rick raises an eyebrow at the Spanish man.

"The mag Miguel saw in the street. The bag Felipe and Jorge were going back to get. That bag of guns."

"Your mistaken."

"I don't think so."

"About it being yours." Rick raises his eyebrows as he puts his hands on his hips. "It's my bag of guns."