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It had felt like years, that Daryl had been trudging through the woods — starving and exhausted — with his brother Merle. His feet ached, and his ears hurt; his brother wouldn't stop going on and on...it just, it didn't feel the same for Daryl anymore, fending for himself with his brother. Things had changed, even though he was trying to pretend that they hadn't.
"Know what I think?" Said Merle as they walked through a forrest. "I may have lost my hand, but you've lost your sense of direction."
"Yeah, we'll see."
"What do you wanna bet?"
"I don't wanna bet nothin'." Daryl said in annoyance. "Why's everythin' gotta be a competition with you?"
"Woah, take it easy little brother." Merle replied, holding up a hand. "Just trynna have a little fun here. No need to get your panties all in a bundle."
Daryl rolled his eyes — trying not to snap at his brother — before he heard a noise. "You hear that?"
"Yeah, wild animals gettin' wild."
"No..." He said, furrowing his brows; it was distant crying that he could hear. "It's a baby."
"Oh come on." Merle laughed. "Why don't you piss in my ear and tell me it's rainin' too? That there is the sound of a couple of coons makin' love sweet love. Know what I mean?"
Daryl shook his head at him, and sped off over to the crying sound until he reached the edge of the woods. He pushed away an overhanging branch, and they came to a highway, where he saw a baby — a mother cradling her crying child in a car, as walkers clawed at their car window.
Daryl casted his brother a look; a I told you so look, before he went off to go and help the family.
"Hey man!" Merle said, stopping Daryl. "I ain't wastin' my bullets on a couple of strangers that ain't ever cooked me a meal or felicitated my piece. That's my policy, you'd be wise to adopt it brother."
The redneck rolled his eyes at his brother — he'd always been selfish — and went off to go and help the family anyway. He quickly pulled out his crossbow, and loaded it with a bolt, leaving Merle behind as he pushed forwards.
He shot down the walkers clawing at the car windows one by one, splattering the vehicle in blood and skin. One of them tried to reach for the crying child from the back of the car, so Daryl quickly slammed the trunk on its head. As he went to finish off what he'd started, a walker fell to the ground in front of him — Merle had finally caught up, and decided to help his brother.
