Never Wake The Dead (TWD Fanfic)

*Chapter 52-Playing Detective*

I drive back to the scene and I wrap Merle's body up before dragging it to my jeep, it takes all of my strength to put him in the back, but I do. I snatch my flashlight from the passenger seat and head inside. I scan the surroundings very carefully and I see a fresh gash in the wood of the windowseal, it looks like someone was shooting out of it. I see empty bullet capsules on the ground, confirming my assumption. I look around and see an AK laying on the ground. I pick it up, this could be useful. It's got a full magazine in it, I pick it up and sling it over my shoulder. I look around and examine the shelves, something definitely went down here. The shelf is knocked back as if someone was thrown into it, but who would kill Merle? I mean he probably had tons of enemies, I mean he is an asshole afterall but if you really knew him he was quite a guy.
I turn around and smell something terribly foul, I look on the shelf behind me and see a few fingers. I gag and cover my mouth with my sleeve. I grab a near by piece of cloth and scoop up the fingers. I go back outside and match them up to Merle's hand, they fit perfectly. I unwrap Merle and examine his body, he's got welts around his neck as if he was strangled or choked. That explains the shelves out of place, but doesn't explain why his fingers were on the shelf?
I look up at Merle's face and through all the blood and grime I see a bullet hole in his head. He must've had it out with someone, and when the tables turned they shot him in his head. I can almost see, Merle firing hos gun out the window, his culprit sneaks up behind him and they go at it. His attacker gets him in a chokehold and Merle slams him backwards into the shelf. Merle takes the advantage and his attacker bites off Merle's fingers and spits them onto the shelf. His attacker finally grabs a gun and ends it all. Merle lays there, dies and turns into a Walker who stumbles outside and begins to do as Walkers do, ya know attacking people and eating their flesh. Then Daryl found him and well we all know the rest.
I go back outside and wrap Merle back up, I secure him and hop back into the drivers seat. I try to focus on the road ahead rather than my own wondering thoughts. The sun is setting and it's shining right into my eyes, I veer to the left to get out of the Sun.
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I get back and immediately get to work. I start digging a hole and I place Merle, and his fingers, in the hole before covering it back up. I go back inside and make a cross and write his name on it. I stick it in the ground above the lump of dirt and I head back in to get some rest.
Daryl's P.O.V.
I laid there staring at the ceiling for the majority of the day. I can't believe Merle is gone, ma older brother. He was hard as nails, how could he go down like that. His face keeps replaying in my mind. All bloody with the flesh slightly peeled, he looked horrible. A silent tear slips down my face, I wipe it away I'm anger. You're stronger than that, Daryl. I hear my mothers sweet voice; it echoes in my head.
I'm pulled from my thoughts to Jade coming up the steps, she walks past me and crouches down to her bag and pulls out some clothes and stuff for a shower. She grabs what she needs and starts heading back down the steps, she glances back at me sadly and I see a hint of fear in her eyes; just a flash and then it's gone.
Jade's P.O.V.
I grab a quick shower and then I decide to take a nap, I go to the far back cell and lay down.
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I wake up feeling sore, my muscles hurt. Especially my upper arms and mid thighs, I hobble down the steps and into the kitchen, "Jade, are you alright?" Carol asks, "Yeah. Just sore" I say grabbing some water and a pack of crackers.
I check on Daryl and see he's asleep, I head out to hunt. "Can I go with you?" Carl asks, "Sure. But you have to be really quiet" I say, "I can handle that" he says and we head out.
"Carl, walk heel to toe" I say, pointing at my feet. He studies them for a moment then does the same, "Good job" I say and we walk. I let him carry the game.
I hear a loud rumble followed by crunching of twigs, then the tree to my left falls, I push Carl out of the way, getting my ankle caught under the tree in the process. "Run, Carl! Run and don't stop! Tell your dad I was taken to Woodbury!" I shout, he takes off running and I try to free my ankle. I let out a helpless growl as I try to push the tree off of me.
The truck pulls up and told my horror the person I hated the most steps out... The Governor...
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Sorry for my lack of updating. Next chapter coming soon, most likely tomorrow. Hang in there guys.