Torn (TWD Fan-fiction)

I Trust You

Once I walked back to camp everyone was already up and about helping with the bodies. Wow, they've got a good amount of work done. Me and Rick must have been gone for a good while. I walked over to Glenn, "Hey Glennie..." He raised an eyebrow at me, "Glennie?" I rubbed my neck, "Yeah uh, I'm not good with nicknames." We started laughing, he stops and says, "I see that, Ell." I chuckle, "Ell? Not bad." He wipes his sweat off his forehead with his arm, "Would you prefer Ells?" I give him a funny face, "My brother used to call me that." Glenn looked uncomfortable, "Oh sorry. I uh--" I try to give him a reassuring smile, "No it's okay." I walk over and start pulling a corpse towards the pile of burning bodies. Glenn comes up next to me and helps me drag it towards the fire. "Your brother. What was his name?" I grunt as we pick the body up and heave it into the flames. I sigh, "Brian." Suddenly we hear Jacqui shout behind us, "A walker got him. A walker bit Jim!" We all stop what we're doing and walk towards them. Jim starts to panic, "I'm okay. I'm okay."

Daryl walks up to him carrying a pickax on his shoulder, "Show it to us. Show it to us." Jim looks around as we all start to gather around him, he grabs a shovel. Shane looks at him and says, "Easy, Jim." Everyone starts talking at once. T-Dog grabs Jim from behind when he's not looking and Daryl runs over to pull up Jim's shirt. As he pulls it up we all gasp. Sure enough, there was a bite on his stomach. Jim just keeps repeating, "I'm okay. I'm okay." Everyone stands around, not knowing what to do. Shane takes Jim and sits him behind the RV. We all gather around in a small circle trying to decide what to do about him. Daryl speaks first, "I say we put a pickax in his head and the dead girl's and be done with it." Shane immediately looks up at him, "Is that what you'd want if it were you?" I look over at Daryl as he nods his head, "Yeah and I'd thank you while you did it." I scoff, "Bullshit." Daryl looks over at me, "What do you know, uppity bitch. Why don't ya keep your mouth shut. Ain't no one talking to you." I roll my eyes at him and look over at Dale as he joins into the conversation, "I hate to say it--I never thought I would--but maybe Daryl's right." Rick looks up at him, "Jim's not a monster , Dale, or some rabid dog. He's sick. A sick man." Dale tries to respond, "I'm not suggesting--" I cut him off, "This is a person we're talking about! A living person." Daryl scoffs at me, "Not for long. Might as well end it before more people get killed."

Rick starts to get pretty pissed off, "We start down that road where do we end the line?" Daryl responds, "The line's pretty clear. Zero tolerance for walkers or them to be." I cross my arms, "No. I disagree." Rick looks over at me, "The C.D.C." I shake my head, "You really think that'll help much?" Lori looks at Rick, "What're y'all talking about?" Rick wipes the sweat off his top lip, "The man we were with. He mentioned something about the C.D.C working on a cure. What if they could help Jim?" Shane puts his hands on his hips, "I heard that too. Heard a lot of things before the world went to hell." I look at Shane, "What if it's still up and running?" He raises his eyebrows, "That is a stretch right there." Rick looks at Lori, "I think it's our best shot. Shelter, protection--" Shane interrupts him, "Okay Rick you want those things. I do too. Now if those things exist they're at the army base, Fort Benning." Lori chimes in, "That's 100 miles in the opposite direction." Shane nods his head, "That's right but it's away from the hot zone. If it's operational it'll be heavily armed. We'd be safe there!"

I zone out as they go back and forth arguing about what place is safer. I look at Daryl, I notice he's getting a bit fidgety. He keeps eyeing Jim. He looks over at Rick and Shane, "You go looking for aspirin, do what you need to do. Someone needs to have some balls to take care of this damn problem!" He starts running at Jim with the pickax. Rick runs up behind Daryl and points a gun at his head, "We don't kill the living." Daryl turns and glares at him, "That's funny coming from a man who just put a gun to my head." Shane steps in front of Jim, "We may disagree on some things, but not on this. Put it down, come on." Daryl glares at them both and drops the pickax. He mutters something as he walks away.