A Dixon Sister?

Chapter 40

Emma POV

We carried on driving for a while until we came to the small town where Rick and Carl used to live. We all got out of the car and cautiously walked to the police station. We walked into the police station and into what must have been a weapons vault, which was now empty. Rick sighed and leaned against a wall rubbing the back of his head with the but of his gun.

"Shit". I mumbled as Rick kicked an empty gun wrack.

Michonne walked over to some empty boxes of bullets and picked up one singular bullet. "You got any other Police stations in town". She asked looking at the bullet.

"I was the Police here. Me and a few other guys, it's isn't a big town....... There's a few other places to check, we may not have as many guns as were in here but....". Rick was cut off.

"We need as many guns as were in here, ammo too". Michonne said.

"Yeah, we do, but unless you got any bright ideas I think we should listen to Rick". I countered back.

"I only got a line on a couple, there's a few places on our main street.......bars, a liquor store. Owners has a gun or two behind the counter, that people didn't know about. I did I signed the permits, they might still be there. Do you have a problem with that approach". Rick asked Michonne.

"No Rick. I don't have a problem". Michonne answered as she walked towards Rick and gave him the one singular bullet off the floor.

Soon we all went out of the police station and started walking around the small town. We pass what looked like a mass grave and a few none walking, dead bodies. We turned around a corner and saw  a mass trap site. There were what looked like balls of spikes with caged birds and rats in the middle of them. A cool shiver ran down my back as we started walking through the traps.

"It looks like someone's already made this theirs". Michonne stated.

"Doesn't mean they found what we're looking for.........A couple of the places are just up ahead, let's get in and get out the hell out of here". Rick said as we ducked under some barbed wire. "There". Rick pointed over to a small building. "Terrell's,  Shotgun, Two hand guns. Licence issued to Terrel Debbs". Rick continue.

I saw Rick stop and turn around to look at a walker. Michonne grabbed her sword but Rick stopped her.

"She'll get caught". Rick said.

He was right. The walker got stuck on some barbed wire and set off what sounded like cans and then the walker was shot. I looked in the direction of the bullet and saw a man standing with a gun. Aiming it at us.

"HANDS". He shouted.

Rick put up his hands, then Carl, then Michonne, then me.

"NOW DROP WHAT YOU'VE GOT, AND YOU GO. YOUR GUN, YOUR SHOES, THOSE SWORDS AND THAT BOW. ALL OF IT. TEN SECONDS". The man shouted.

"Is he fuck getting my stuff".I mumbled.

"Carl run for the car now". Rick whispered.

"We need that rifle". Michonne said.

"NINE". The man started counting down. "EIGHT".

"I think I can get up there". Michonne said.

"SEVEN".

"SIX".

That was the last number I heard before all hell broke loose. Rick and I shot at the man with arrows and bullets as Carl ran to the car and Michonne ran to get the rifle. I ducked behind a car as Rick reloaded and I caught my breath.

"I didn't realise hell can break loose so quickly". I joked.

Rick huffed a laugh as he put the final bullet into his gun. He gave me a small nod and we turned round to shot at the man once again, only to find he had disappeared.  Michonne appeared on the roof where the man once was and gave us a questioning look.

The gunshot soon erupted again as the man appeared near a door. A bullet skimmed my shoulder as I ducked back down, Rick had hidden behind a blue plastic barrel. Rick was about to fire another shot at the man, until Carl beat him to it and shot the man in the chest. I put my bow and arrow back into my quiver and stood up. I walked over to Rick, Michonne and Carl, a hand covered my right arm which was now bleeding heavily and stinging like ten thousand bee's had stung me.

"You ok". Rick asked Carl, who looked pretty shaken.

"Yeah". Carl said. Looking down at the man he had just shot.

"I told you to run for the car. I didn't want you to have to do that". Rick said.

"But I had to". Carl fired back.

Rick sighed and knelt down next to the man. He bashed on his chest and it gave a hollow sound.

"He's's wearing body armor". Rick said as he tore open the man's shirt and took off part of the armor to look at his chest, which had a huge purple bruise on the side. "He's alive".

"Do we care". I asked, not bothered just in pain.

Rick took off the man's mask to reveal a black man with a sort of grown out "Tony stark" beard.

"Yeah. We do".

Daryl POV

I stood at the gate watching for the others. The sound of the walkers trying to get at my fleash from the other side of the gate getting all to familiar to me. I turned around as our cell block door opened and closed to let out my brother. I sighed and turned back around.

"Daryl". Merle said in a sing song voice.

"Daryl. Don't ignore me I know you can hear me". Merle said as his footsteps got closer.

"What do you want Merle". I huffed.

"I want to talk to my little brother". Merle answered.

"About what". I asked.

"About where me got that rather large scar across her eye". Merle asked.

"She got it from Dad. I can't't believe you haven't noticed it before". I lied.

"I know very well that dad didn't give that to her so. Where did she get it". Merle asked, almost threatening.

"Shane gave it to her. He went into the Wood's one night with a group of him, Rick and em. He was going to kill Rick. He didn't want any witnesses so he held Emma's own sword to her eye to give her that scar". I answered.

"What happened to Shane". Merle said. His voice had lost its edge.

"Emma and Rick killed him".