Crossroads

Chapter 6

We were hiding behind the fence of the building, planning on how we're going to get Glenn. The building looked like it could've been nice, if it weren't for the apocalypse. It was fairly small and had vines and leaves and things hanging about. I wondered how they kept this place so neat.

"You sure you up for this?" Rick asked T-Dog. He nodded. Rick started loading the gun, and T-Dog prepared himself to go as Daryl spoke.

"One wrong move, you get an arrow in the ass. Just so you know." He said to the boy.

"G's going to take the arrow out of my ass, and shove it up yours. Just so you know."

"Who's G?" I asked.

"Guillermo, the boss of our group." He replied. I nodded.

"Okay then. Let's go see Guillermo." I said, eyeing Rick and Daryl before getting up and walking inside the yard of the place. Daryl shoved the boy in front of me, nearly making him trip over his feet. Rick and Daryl had their weapons aimed directly at him while I just trailed behind. I had my knives if he tried anything though, I'm quick to pull them out. We kept walking until we reached a set of big rusted red steel doors. Not long after that the doors opened, and a guy walked out.

"You okay little man?" He asked the boy.

"They threatened to cut off my feet." He spoke desperately. The man gave Rick a look.

"Cops do that?" He asked.

"Not him, this redneck here. He cut off some dude's hand man, he showed it to me."

"Shut up." Daryl mumbled before another man walked out, holding his gun to me.

"Hey that's that bitch that stabbed me in the back with her knife man!" Out of the corner of my eye I saw Daryl raise his crossbow quick towards the guy. Looking at him I recognized his face, and he was coming closer to me before his boss stopped him.

"Chill man, chill." He said, lowering the man's arm. He turned his attention back towards us.

"It's true? You want his feet? That's pretty sick man."

"We were hoping more for a calm discussion." Rick spoke up.

"You want his feet, she stabbed Phillipé in the back, one of our other men was shot in the ass with an arrow, and you want a calm discussion?" Guillermo shook his head. "You fascinate me."

"Heat of the moment. Mistakes were made, on both sides." Rick said.

"Who's that dude to you anyway? You don't look related." He nodded towards us.

"He's one of our group more or less. I'm sure you have a few like him." I spoke.

"My brother in there?" Daryl asked. The boss smiled.

"Sorry. Fresh out of white boys. But I got an asian. Interested?"

"I have one of yours, you have one of mine. Sounds like an even trade." I said.

"Don't sound even to me." The boy gave a pleading look as he spoke.

"G, c'mon man." He motioned his arm in his direction.

"Our people got attacked. Where's the compensation for their pain and suffering. More to the point, where's my bag of guns?"

"Guns?" Rick said.

"The bag my men saw in the street, the bag they were going out to get. That bag of guns."

"You're mistaken." Rick spoke firmly.

"I don't think so." Guillermo countered.

"About it being yours. It's my bag of guns."

"That bag was in the street. Anybody can come around and say it was theirs, i'm supposed to take your word? Who's to say I don't let all my people shoot you now?" I pulled out my sharpest knives as everyone drew their weapons. Daryl's knuckles were turning white from how hard he was gripping the crossbow.