traded my life [TWD]

『114』

"You sure it was right here?" I ask Rick.

"Put it inside the blender. Figured all the trash around.. they wouldn't bother looking inside a goddamn blender," he answers.

I toss the blender lid aside and rummage through a bit of the debris.

"And it was already gone when you and Carl were out here?" I clarify. "Carl said there was a walker under this rug."

"We cleared 'em. Gun was gone before I even saw Carl," Rick says.

I toss aside some broken glass, leaves, and random shit that was left behind. No sign of the gun Rick left here before we went inside the first time.

"Got any looters we know about?" Daryl asks, patrolling the area.

"Some of these people have never stepped foot outside the walls," Carol reminds. "Probably more than half of them."

I continue rummaging through the trash. "The bastard kids.. what was their names? Adrien and Nick?" 

"Aiden and Nicholas," Carol helps out. "They're the only run members around. That's who got in the fight with Glenn yesterday."

"They were outside the walls with the others yesterday," I point out. "Maybe one of 'em slipped off to the side, got the gun, and regrouped with the rest before Rick got out here."

"Do we trust that?" Daryl wonders.

"Fuck no." "Hell no." me and Carol answer simultaneously.

"Douchebags already had it out with Oppa. They have full run of the weapons because they're the 'runners'. They're probably the most experienced fighters, too," I list off.

"Not to mention they're pricks," Rick adds. "They think just cause Deanna's in charge that they're in charge. They've got ego problems."

I push myself to stand up, figuring the trash was useless to keep looking through. "Sucking on mom's tit even after they're grown-ass men."

"Sounds about right," Daryl comments, walking a bit closer. "Walker's gettin' close. I don't see it, but I can hear it."

"We won't be much longer," Rick assures. "What are we thinking?"

"We should go in the armory and take some guns. One or two at first to make sure they don't notice them missing. Get more over time," I offer. "Would help me sleep better at night if we're strapped up."

"How do we get in?" Daryl asks. "Ain't it locked at night?"

"The window," Carol answers. "It's just one little latch. I can leave it open when I get food to make dinner for people."

"What if one of them pricks shuts it?"

"We could break it," I say, resting my hands on my hips. "They'll just think it was a mistake. Then, we can go in anytime we want."

"Better than leaving it open, having them shut it, and waiting a few days before trying again," Carol agrees. "We could have guns by tonight if I break the latch."

"The sooner, the better. They're not watching us right now. They're not expecting these meetings. We may need the guns, we may not."

I give Rick a knowing look. "Whether these people are good or not doesn't mean we don't need our guns. One bad day and a panel of those walls come down. We'd need the guns to fight off walkers- or God forbid, people."

"Aaron is all right. Eric, too," Carol figures. "But, they could just be hiding it."

My brow creases at the mention of Aaron and Eric. The ones who scouted us out the other day.