In The End | Daryl Dixon

Chapter 41: Sqaure One

"Are you alone?" Rick asked, still aiming his gun at him.

"Yes. Yes I'm alone. I've been alone for a while now." He said as Daryl finished patting him down.

After finding only a knife on him, Rick began to ask the three questions, "How many walkers have you killed?"

Noah looked confused, but answered anyways, "Not really sure, maybe 20?"

"How many people have you killed?"

"None."

"Why?"

"Well... I mean, we need each other now more than ever if we want to survive. Don't you think?"

Noah couldn't have been more than 18. He was still a kid. By the way he carried himself, I didn't feel threatened by him, and I believe Rick also felt that way, as he lowered his weapon and holstered it.

"You said you've been on your own for a while. Where were you before?" I asked, as I lowered my rifle.

"A group at Grady Memorial Hospital. They're not good people." He openly admitted.

"Why do you say that?" Rick pressed for further answers.

"Dawn, she's more of a dictator. If you go against her she well...Let's just say nobody is a huge fan of her there. So I had to get out of there." Noah answered. "Where are you guys headed? If you don't mind me asking."

"We're going to D.C." Abraham answered from the cab of the truck.

"Oh! Do you have any plans on going through Richmond?" Noah asked enthused.

"Why?" Rick asked.

"I have family there." Noah answered.

Rick thought for a moment, "You can come with us." Rick offered kindly.

"Great now that that soap opera is out of the way, make room for Bessie!" Abraham shouted as he put the firetruck in drive.

"How does he expect us to all fit in this thing?" I asked amongst the group.

"I'll go see if there ain't anythin' behind this place." Daryl offered, as he took off to check if there was anything reasonable for us to drive.

"I'll go with you." Carol offered before she took off behind him.

"Just one damn time!" Abraham shouted as he exited the cab of the truck, slamming the door in the process.

"What's wrong?" Tara asked.

"This thing's done some crowd clearing. Right up into the intake. Which means we've got an air filter filled with damn human remains. And there's no damned corner of this damned Earth that has not been dicked hard beyond all damned recognition." He vented as he picked up a plastic bag from the ground and began pulling the flesh out of the vent on the side of the truck.

"Abraham, that feeds the radiator." Rosita spoke up, "The intake for the engine is actually on the roof."

I saw something move out of the corner of my eye, and when I went to look, A tire rolled out onto the street. My eyes followed where the tire came from and saw a cracked open door, before a stack of tires fell forward, walkers piling out of the door towards us.

"Daryl! Carol!" I shouted as Abraham grabbed his gun from the truck.

"One damn time!" He shouted before taking a swing at a walker.

Daryl and Carol came rushing around the corner of the building, being taken aback by the amount of walkers before jumping in to help.

Tyreese took Judith and stepped back trying not to attract any to them while everyone else took the walkers on.