Emotional

Tug-of-War

Everyone falls silent. "If I remember correctly, it has six shotguns, two high-powered rifles, a dozen handguns including Glock 17s, Mossberg and Remington shotguns, and Smith & Wesson revolvers, as well as over seven hundred assorted rounds of ammunition." "Excuse me?" "Where did ya get all that from?" Shane asks what we were all thinking. "I cleared out the station before I left." Rick simply says as if he didn't just say he had enough fire power to wipe out a whole city of geeks.

*~~* Time Skip *~~*

I sit silently in the back of the big square van, playing with my fingers. Glenn, Rick, T-Dog, me and mystery man are all going to the city to get Merle. To be honest, I don't know who Merle is but I also don't know mystery mans name. I bite my lip and call "hey Rick? What building was Merle handcuffed too?" There's silence for a second before Rick calls back. "I don't know the address but it had a department store in the basement." I nod my head, even though he can't see and I stare off into space. "Who are ye?" Mystery man asks me. I narrow my eyes at him. "I mean, I ain't ever seen ya around camp so who are ye?" I return back to staring into space. "Audrey Grimes." I mumble, barely audible. He nods his head and he goes back to biting his thumb nail. "Ya know, when someone introduces themselves yer suppose to introduce yerself back." I comment to him without refocusing my eyes from the blurred state they were in. The man seems taken back from my comment and stares at me for a second before replying. "Daryl Dixon." I nod my head just as the van comes to a stop. "We walk from here." Glenn says and I internally groan. T-Dog opens the back of the van jumping out followed by Daryl, then me. We begin walking towards the city and let me say, these men are slow. Like really slow. I blow some hair from out of my face and call out, "Come on ladies, your Prince Charming won't wait forever!" Earning me an eye roll, a glare, a chuckle and an amused look. Luckily, they picked up the pace and we soon made it to the city. "I'm just gonna say it, it smells like death here. Like not regular death though. Like a dog ate a squirrel and then puked it up and then died on top of the squirrel and then a cow came and crapped on it all." I whisper to Glenn. He gives me a confused look but I just shrugged. We jogged up the stairs, or in Daryl's case, ran. T-Dog unlocked the door and Daryl immediately ran onto the roof calling Merle's name. I walked around on the roof until I came across a horrific sight. A hand. A hand. A fucking hand. There is a fucking hand in front of me. "Bloody hell." I mumble, catching the others attention. Glenn is the first to walk over. "Oh god..." Glenn cringes and turns away. Daryl walks over, eyes wide. Daryl loads his crossbow and aims it at T-Dog. Rick is the first to react by pointing his gun at Daryl. "I won't hesitate. I don't care if every walker in the city hears it." My eyes widen. "Rick... Don't." I say as my hand lands on my gun. Daryl may be a prick but I can't just let Rick shoot him. Daryl drops his aim at T-Dog and sniffles. His eyes are glossed over and he's trying not to cry. "Ya... ya got a dew rag or somethin''?" I hand him a rag from my backpack and he walks over to Merle's hand and he picks it up and places it in the rag, wrapping it up. "I guess the saw blade was to dull for the handcuff. Ain't that a bitch." "Ew." I groan under my breath. Daryl stomps up to Glenn and turns him around, putting the hand in his bag. If it weren't for these circumstances, I would have laughed at Glenn's face. "He musta used something to stop it from bleeding so bad. A ternicat. His belt maybe."  I mutter and we begin following it, Daryl in front, followed by Rick, Glenn, T-Dog and then finally, me. We walk through a room with two dead walkers. Both of their faces are bashed in and by one of their heads, a bloody wrench is on the ground. We walk into a kitchen and one of the burners is on. Beside it is an iron slab and bits of burnt skin. I cringe and decide to scout out the room. The men walk out into the main room a few minutes later. "You're not doing this alone." Rick tells Glenn. Doing what? "Even I think it's a bad idea and I don't like you much." Daryl adds in. "It's a good idea. If you just hear me out. Can you pass me that pen, Audrey?" Glenn asks as he collects a few different things from around the room. "If we go out there in a group, we're slow. Drawing attention. If I'm alone I can move fast." He continues. I pass him a pen and he luckily catches it. "Look, that's the tank, five blocks from where we are now. That's the bag of guns. Here's the alley I dragged you into when we first met. That's where Daryl, Audrey and I will go." Glenn tells Rick. "Why us?" Daryl questions. "Your crossbow and Audrey's throwing knives are quieter than their guns." He explains to us all. "While you and Audrey wait in the alley, I run down the street, grab the bag." We all nod our heads. "You and T will go to the alley opposite just in case anything goes bad and I can't go back the same way I came." "Hey kid, what did ya do before all this?" Daryl asks. "Delivered pizzas, why?" Rick nods his head along with Daryl and T-dog while I snicker. We all head out, me, Glenn and Daryl going to the first alley and T-Dog and Rick going to the second. "Ya got some balls for a China man." Daryl comments, I scold him as Glenn replies, "I'm Korean." "Whatever." Daryl mutters. Glenn runs out to grab the guns as me and Daryl cover him. A young Latino boy creeps up the alleyway. Daryl points his crossbow at him. "Woah, don't shoot me! What do you want!" The boy yells out. "I'm looking fer my brother, he's hurt real bad. You seen 'im?" Daryl questions the boy. The boy yells out a name. "Ayúdame!" "Shut up! You're gunna bring the kicks down on us! Answer me." "Por favor, silencio. Los muertos oirán usted!" I say to the boy. (Translation: silence please, the dead will hear you!) Daryl glances at me confused and the boys eyes flicker to mine. "Answer me!" Daryl growls at the boy. He yells again. "Ayúdame!" Daryl hits the boy in the face with his crossbow. "Daryl!"I call out. Daryl puts his hand on the boys mouth as he tries to silence him. Two men come out from around the corner and start beating Daryl. "Stop! Please!" I call out. I go unnoticed and I take out a gun. "Paro o disparo." I growl at the men. (Translation: stop or I'll shoot.") The men stop, just as Glenn comes from around the corner. He freezes on the spot. "Glenn, run!" I yell, bringing the men's attention to him. "That's it! That's the bag!" They run at Glenn knocking me over. "Just take it! Take it! Get the bag!" One of them yells. They start beating Glenn too. "Oh my fucking God! Stop!" I yell out. I grab Daryl's crossbow out of his hand and shoot one of them men in the ass. He yells out in pain and the other man grabs Glenn. I run up to him and grab Glenn's arm. "Don't let go! Don't let go!" Glenn yells as we play tug-of-war with his body. A car drives up and a man grabs me and holds me upside down. "Daryl! Daryl!" We both yell out as Daryl tries to save us. Geeks start surrounding us and I scream, "FUCKING BLOODY HELL, DARYL." Me and Glenn get thrown into the car and they drive off. I glance at Glenn and adjust how I'm sitting. "Motherfucking, cock sucking, sons o' bitches. I otta beat your ass you motherfucking-" I get cut off by my mouth being taped shut. I glare at the man as he ties my hands together with rope. They do the same thing with Glenn. We drive for quite a while until we come across a big boarded up building. Me and Glenn share a worried look as we drive inside. Multiple men are inside the room, all with guns, knives and bats. I shudder and shuffle closer to Glenn. We are removed from the car and bags are placed over our heads. I just now realize, I'm not wearing my hat. Fuck. I'm placed in a room for what seems like years until a door opens.  2 men drag me through multiple hallways till one of them speak. "Watch your step." I'm pulled up stairs and a door is open. The temperature change indicates that I'm outside. I'm on the roof. Oh god. I hear voices but I can't tell what they're saying until I'm placed hanging over the edge. I kick my legs as I try to put them back on solid ground. Keyword: try. The bag is ripped off my head and I immediately begin screaming but the tape muffles my screams. I turn my head to the side to see Glenn with his toes barely on the edge. I glance at the ground and see T-Dog, Rick and Daryl, along with the Latino boy, standing there. They stare at us with fear in their eyes. I lick my lips and the area under the tape until it falls off. "Did you get my hat?" I call out to them. The men holding me looked shocked and Glenn's giving me a 'are you serious?' Look. I just shrug my shoulders as one of the men get more tape. "Te mataré. Voy a arrancar los ojos y meto por el culo." I growl at the men before they put the tape back on my mouth. (Translation: I'll kill you. I'll rip your eyes out and shove it up your ass.) the men look shocked by my choice of words and my group looks confused. The bag gets placed back over my head and I'm taken back to the room. Well fuck. They didn't tell me if they got my hat.

Glenn or Daryl? ~ Spark