The Light in my Storm

Poor Merle(2)

Bella's P.O.V

Daryl called for Merle once more, I stayed leaning against the RV.

"Hey Daryl, slow up for a minute. I need to talk to you..." Rick sighed walking closer to him.

"Bout what?" Daryl asked.

"About Merle," Shane said. "There was a-uh- problem in Atlanta."

People started gathering around him and Daryl looked at each and every person, looking at me last, I immediately looked at the ground.

"He dead?" Daryl asked, I looked up again.

"Not sure," Shane answered, Daryl's face changed into anger.

"Well, he either is or he ain't," Daryl snapped.

"There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it," Rick said stepping up closer to Daryl.

"Who are you?" Daryl demanded.

"Rick Grimes," He answered.

"Rick Grimes," Daryl mocked. "You got somethin you wanna tell me?"

"Your brother was a danger to us all, so I handcuffed him to a roof. Attached him to a piece of metal, he's still there," Rick stated calmly. Daryl was fuming, if it were a cartoon, smoke would be coming from his ears.

"Let me process this, you handcuffed my brother to a roof! And you left him there!" Daryl shouted, his eyes turning red and puffy.

"Yeah...." Rick sighed, Daryl's breaths became heavy. His whole face dark red. He didn't know what to do, he was furious.

Daryl took the squirrels off his back and threw them at Rick, but Rick ducked and the squirrels missed him. Daryl tried to lunge at him, but Shane lunged at Daryl first knocking him to the ground at my feet. I jumped back and Daryl pulled his knife out.

"Watch the knife," Shane growled.

Daryl tried to cut Rick and then Rick and Shane restrained him taking his knife. Rick backed off and Shane held him in a choke hold.

"You best let me go!" Daryl yelled.

"Bella take this," Shane commanded, he held out Daryl's knife while trying to hold him. I took it hesitantly and dropped back a few feet away from them.

"Choke hold's illegal!" Daryl yelled.

"File a complaint," Shane retorted calmly.

"Stop struggling, we can keep this up all day," Shane stated. Daryl's breathing was extremely heavy, he couldn't move because of the position that Shane held him in.

"I'd like to have a calm discussion on this topic, think we can manage that?" Rick asked. Shane held him for a moment or two longer and then released him. Daryl was red with anger.

"Your brother does not play well with other, I didn't do it because I wanted too," Rick told him. I held Daryl's knife in my hand, he glared at me as he stood up storming towards me. I dropped his knife on the ground and backed away quickly. Not wanting to piss him off.... Even more.

He picked up his knife, glared at me a moment longer and went back to Rick again. So much for not pissing him off.

"It's not Rick's fault, I had the key, I dropped it," Theodore/T-dog said tapping his foot anxiously.

"What you couldn't pick it up?" Daryl asked.

"I mean I dropped it in the drain," T-dog said.

Daryl squeezed his eyes shut obviously about to cry. Then he shook his head and stood up, he was covered in dirt and leaves and god knows what else.