Jason's pov
I dread going back up there and it wasn't even for the pick. The pick is in my pocket. It was to knock the crap out of Merle for attacking me. I point out the building. "I don't think it's worth goin' after this fool. He's just a problem causer." T-Dog mutters. My thoughts exactly. Daryl spins around furious. "You shut yer mouth!" Daryl growls. My eyes go wide when I see a walker stumble towards him! "Daryl! Look out!" I shout shoving him outta the way as it grabs at him. It grips my shirt, about to bite me. "Fuck this!" I growl, slamming my pistol into it's face and firing. The loud noise echoes across the silent town. "Thanks." Daryl says helping me up. "No problem." I mumble, breathing heavily. We get to the roof and a shocking sight. Merle isn't there. But his hand is. "Holy shit!" I gasp, backing up and bumping into the door. "He cut his hand off!" Daryl gapes. T-Dog throws up. I'm about to run back down the stairs but Daryl grabs my shirt. "No way! This is your fault!" He shouts. "My fault?! He's the one who tried to kill me!" I yelp. "You shouldn't have even showed back up!!" Daryl yells, shoving me forward inches from the severed bloody hand. I scoot away from it. "Pick it up. We have to take it with us." He says. "What?! You're nuts!! I'm not doing that!!" "If we don't she'll think you killed him." Damn he's right. And I don't want her to think that. I muster up all the courage and dignity I have and pick it up with a handkerchief.
Miranda's pov
I'm worried sick about the boys. I've been pacing in front of my tent as Sophia sleeps. Carol sighs. "They're gonna be fine. They're strong." She says, hugging me. Then I hear the vehicles come back. I run over as Jason shakily steps out. "What happened? Where's Merle?" I whimper worried by the expression on his face. He tosses something to me. I pull the handkerchief back and scream in horror. "Is this Merle's hand?" I whimper. He sighs and nods. "What did you do?!" I scream super furious. His eyes go wide. "Whoa! Baby, I didn't do it. We got up there and that's all we found." He says. "Do you think he's still alive?" I whimper falling to my knees. He rushes to my side, hugging me. "I know he is." He says. I cry on his shoulder as Daryl and T-Dog walk over. He helps me stand up. "It's gonna be okay. We'll find him." He says, rubbing my arms. Daryl furiously grabs Jason's shoulders and throws him to the ground. "What the hell man!?" He screeches. "Leave him alone!" I cry. "My brother could be dead because of you!" He shouts. He stands back up and Daryl punches him in the face. He falls back. "Ok now it's on." He growls, wiping the blood from his busted lip. I stand in between them. "Don't you dare get in a fight! We should be trying to find Merle!" I shout, holding them both back. They both stare daggers at each other. "Get outta the way." Daryl says.
Jason's pov
She's right. We shouldn't be fighting. I'm just about to call it off when Daryl shoves Miranda to the ground thoroughly pissing me off. "You're the dumbest hick alive!!!" I shout shoving him. "Nobody hurts my girlfriend!" I shout but she holds me back. "Don't do it." She says. I help her up. "Fine baby. But only for you not him." I grumble, glaring at him.
