Something More than This. (The Walking Dead)

Randall

"Where's your group?" Daryl yells, slamming his fist into Randall yet again.

"I told you man, I don't know." Randall pleads.

"Man c'mon just give him the answers if you want this to stop." I say.

"How many are in your group?" Daryl gets in his face.

"I don't remember. Man seriously."

Daryl bends down, punching him in the face again and bringing out his knife. "Okay okay! There's about thirty or so people. We net on the road, they've got heavy artillery, weapons and stuff."

"And?" Daryl presses.

"I don't know!" The teen cries.

Daryl rips the bandage off Randall's wound and puts his knife over the wound. "You ever pick a scab? Hurts real bad."

"Okay okay! Sometimes, we'll find other people. This one night, we found three people, one man, and his two daughters. Real cute, like her." Randall says, and I scoff. "And they, they took those daughters between them, and they made the father watch, and they didn't even kill him afterwards. I wasn't involved with that I swear! I just got supplies and all that!"

Daryl's eyes flare open with anger, and he punches and kicks the boy over and over again. Eventually Randall's face is split open and bleeding onto the hay under him. Sobs rack through his body and I have to look away.

"Daryl." I speak quietly. "That's enough, let's go. C'mon." Daryl walks ahead of me rubbing his bloody knuckles.

"What happened? You're bleeding?" Carol runs over to ask.

"We had a little chat. We gotta kill him." Daryl starts, "He's got a group and if he gets back to them, our men are gonna be dead, and our women will wish they were."

"Well we got no choice then." Rick says.

"So that's it? Just killing the boy. We can't do this. You know we can't" Dale protests.

I walk away to be left alone. I don't know of we should kill the kid but most of the group seems to think so. I decide to pay a visit to him myself. No one's at the barn yet so I can just go straight in through the back.

I jump down from the rafters and look at Randall. "I'm not gonna hurt you." I state. "So, what's the deal with your group and you? You guys set this up, make you come here, scope us out?"

"No please, I'm not like the other guys. I swear it." He begs.

"I know. You don't look smart enough to pull something like that off. Here," I pull out a water bottle from under my jacket and tip it up to his lips. "Look, some people in my group want to spare you. So I figured I'd at least give you water." I hear the top door creak open and hide behind a shed. I can hear Shane and Andrea arguing from outside.

"Hey man, nice hat." I hear Randall saying. "You know, your dad's a nice man. And so are some of his friends. Hey yknow what, if you can get me out of here, I'll take you and your family back to my group, we'll keep you safe." Stop talking kid. "Just help me pick the locks or find the key or something and I'll take you to them." I hear Randall move forward, and have my gun on him at the same time as Shane busts into the barn.

"Carl! Get outta here man." Shane yells. Andrea grabs hold of Carl and ushers him out of the barn. "What did you say man huh?" Shane pushes his gun against Randall's mouth. "You like talking huh? Keep talking!"

"Shane!" Andrea yells. "Enough."

Shane lowers his gun and storms out of the barn towards Carl.