The Dixon Chronicles

"The Rooks"

*BOOM* *BANG* *Continous Gunshots*

(20 Minutes earlier)

(Merle's POV)

"Any minute now Daryl." I say to myself as I stare out of the driver side window of the Humvee parked in the parking lot of Save Lots.

Three walkers are banging at my window and slamming their upper jaw onto their bottom trying to break the window. Heh these morons. I grab my combat knife out of the armrest and prepare to roll down the window to kill them. Before I killed them, something else did. *BANG BANG BANG*. Gunshots ended the trio of walkers followed by tires screeching and I see a red car doing a drive-by.

"Oh shit!" I shout in surprise.

Only thing in my mind is hitting pedal to the metal as I get the hell outta Save Lots. I hear more gunshots so I open my window a bit, put the barrel of my gun through the crack, and shoot while doing a quick donut trying to do some damage, then I drive away in a hurry.

Sorry Brother.

(Now)

I managed to lose the Red Retards in the woods we came from and now I'm blending in with the other totaled vehicles on the nearby bridge. I step out the Humvee, light up a cigarette, and proceed to check up on my battle damaged vehicle. Back? In tact. Side? Alright. Mirrors? Meh. Shit. I open the hood to see that there's a couple holes in the engine.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" I yell as I slam both my arms downward to shut the hood.

Even more fucks after seeing my words being a mistake. A red car is driving my way probably to search. Do I hide or fight? I look at their car and see some bullets proving I hit them. Why not do both?

I jump back in the fucked up military vehicle and hide underneath the MG hatch, waiting for the Bloods to get closer. They keep driving until they are in front of the bridge and they get out. Three asshats, one MG. Let's go. Two of them go on my left side walking through the sea of cars and so did the lone one except he went right. BINGO! I jump out and grab the turret ready to shoot.

"The hell?" I aim down sight puzzled.

"Bloody hell."

I look down to see a man wearing a black zip up hoodie with dark green highlights as well as a cloth "beak" covering his face, the hood's front looking like the left and right side are colliding. I wanted to kick him, but he's got a G18 at my head.

"Damn." I mutter.

"Relax lad." He says, "as long as you don't pull anything stupid I won't either".

I wanted to knock him out, but again he's got a gun, and company.

"Alright I'm coming down." I reply.

The man gets out the vehicle so I can get out. I climb down, get out of the Humvee, and close the door behind me and I'm greeted by two other identical figures wearing somewhat similar clothing. One is unarmed wearing a black beanie, dark green thermal, and a tactical vest over it, another is the man who just surprised me, and a chick wearing a similar style to the G18 dude, but instead of a gun in hand she is drinking a bottle of water.

"Sorry to have to pull a gun out on you" the man with the G18 said, "you just don't know who to trust nowadays."

"Yeah I get that a lot." I respond.