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Chapter 8

//Note: One more update... Because why not?😂❤️💪

Only a few hours passed (which felt like forever) when the sun began to rise and the RV came back with German pushing Rick out and him getting out as well.

He wanted Rick to give in and accept the fact that he's no longer a leader anymore, but German is and once realizing it didn't work he pulled Carl into all that, telling Rick to cut off his arm which automatically made me jump up to defend both...

- No! Enough! - I said, looking right at German, who still seemed pretty emotionless towards me - We got it, okay? We did...

- You... You guys did - he replied - But he didn't... Not quite yet - he said, pointing at Rick.

- Please st--

- Get back down! - he shouted at me and I collapsed back down and after turning back to Rick he said - Do it! You do it, or the rest of the group will pay for your shit... and you do not want that, do you?

At this moment I felt the end of a gun at the back of my head when he said that.

- No... Please don't...

- Yes... Do it, or I'll crush the little dude's skull too.

- No... C-Cut m-mine off... P-Please...

- You want me to count?! Alright!

- No... No...

Rick was crying.

- 3... 2...

- Please, don't make me do this! - he cried more.

- It's time - said German with a disturbing grin on his face that made me feel so annoyed, sad and everything at once.

Then Rick lifted up the axe he had in his hand, crying and shaking, but seeming to be ready to cut his son's arm off which was scary to see...

Until German got down beside him, holding his arm with a smile and said:

- You work for me... You belong to me...

- R-R-Right... Right...

- Now THAT... is what I wanted to see - he said while looking into Rick's eyes as he stood up _ Now... What else did I want... Oh yeah!

He pointed at Daryl.

- Load him up!

- No... - I muttered as they took Daryl into the back of a truck.

- And load the blondie too - he added and I couldn't fully understand until two men grabbed onto my arms, pulling me into the same truck too.

I could hear poor Maggie crying over us and see Rick looking like shit, looking at us, being unable to move, or speak, with his eyes saying "I'm sorry", but at this point no one could possibly be mad at him.

We have seen so much and by now I didn't know if German wanted to kill both me and Daryl, or did he actually wanted to bring me for another reason.