Dead On Arrival

Chapter 9

I'm sorry this was so late. I've been working on this for ages, but I had some weird mind block and couldn't think of what to write. Sorry! :',(

The room was dead silent.

Carl looked at Rick, who looked at Daryl. His face paled as he stared directly ahead, tears forming in his eyes.

I stared at Dad with the most deadpanned look I could muster. He started to sweat, knowing how protective I was of my family.

By the way they reacted, I knew he was dead. I already suspected this, so I was prepared. I only really wanted to know is how he died.

My uncle Merle is (well, was ) one tough cookie and not many things could kill him.

I gestured for him to spill, and he paled further, if possible.

He pulled his chair back and plopped into it, sighing.

Rick opened his mouth but Dad put up his hand to silence him.

He sat up.

'Well, as you know, Merle was addicted to drugs before you were born, right?' He questioned me.

I nodded and frowned. He had stopped, hadn't he?

'Well, after we thought you, ya know, died, he fell into depression and forgotten habits. He went off alone at random times but I never tand the time I decided to follow him... Well, you're a clever girl, you can see where this is going.'  He looked down at the hands that fell from the table to his lap.

'He began to loose sight of what was important. He would make too much noise when we went hunting for the group and drew walkers to us and our prey. I stopped inviting him hunting after that. Then he started arguing with all the guys around camp. When he wasn't doing that, he was trying to get into all the women's pants. Let's just say he took a turn for the worst. He went on a run with Glenn, Andrea, Jacqui and Molares to Atlanta one day. He never came back. He was high, and being an idiot, so Rick here-'

He couldn't finish. Gunshots filled the room, the sound of bullet hitting the outer walls. Panic and confusion filled the room as everyone dashed to get the weapons that were placed in a pile by the wall.

My bow was on my quiver, securely attached to my back. I reached for it as everyone ran to leave the room and find the source to the gunfire.

Michonne ran past and
unsheathed her katana. Unknown to her, she sliced the bowstring in half, rendering it utterly useless.

I glared at her as she ran past. Luckily, I had a spare in my pocket that I quickly threaded onto the bow.

I pulled on my wrist guard and ran to my room. I pulled open the closet and threw the clothes off of the locked box hidden underneath them. I gently tugged off my locket that held a picture of Mum and Dad in it and fitted the key that was chained around my neck into the keyhole. It clicked open and I lifted the lid to find the pile of knives, guns and their sheaths.

Once I was fitted with each of my weapons, I ran outside. I had sacrificed a lot of ammo to gain this place and I was not going to slip away from me so easily.