The Walking Dead- a short fanfiction

Waiting

I was sitting there, bored. Talking to myself like a mad man. Chained to a post like a dog, I mean, I don't deserve that, I know I can be cruel, but I am human, what can I do? I turn to the left and T-Dog is at the door, fighting the Zombies, and I'm watching him like I'm about to beat the crap out of him for leaving me here. But then he walks in, and I scream, wondering what he is gonna do. He gets the key, picks it up, but freaking drops it! He dropped it!!!!! I am pissed beyond control. He looks at me like he knows that his death is coming, but then he did something shocking. He picked up the screwdriver, and he turned it into that handcuff hole like his life depended on it.

I was free. Due to quick thinking, I was free. But don't think that I didn't beat the crap out of him for being a stupid egghead. I beat him to a pulp and left him there. I walked out, and I beat the geeks to the extent that they were just guts on the floor. The van was outside, and Rick was screaming. He turned to me, and looked like he had seen a ghost. But his time wouldn't come yet. Oh no, and anyway, there were too many geeks to stop and kill this douchebag.

I hopped into the car and said "whatsup ya'll, now we gonna drive this car or what?" Rick sped off, and once we got to camp, I got to thinking about how I was going to go about this.

Rick had parked the van near the trees. Idiot. I'm going to go on a rampage, yeah, that's what I'm going to do. I hopped into the car and I got ready to set the ignition once all the camp was asleep. They would probably assume that the noise from the van starting up came from the main road and would ignore it because it was dark.

I drove off, and once I got to the main road, I saw a horde of Zombies coming towards the camp, and I got an idea, I'll lead the way. So, I turned around and around, until they were under my thrall. Once I got to the camp, everyone was awake! Whhhhy! They were freaking out and all the Zombies appeared, circling around the van and coming towards everyone, and that's when I sped off. Daryll would be able to take care of himself, I know it.

*The whole Camp was mad, Carol's husband had gotten chewed up, and everyone was screaming. Shotguns were being fired, and bats were being whacked against Zombies heads. Daryll was shooting arrows like nobody's business, but he did wonder at what the hell his brother had just pulled.*

I can't let go. But I can't go back to camp. I'm going to strap a note to a Zombie and hope that Daryll reads it. I got a Zombie that was on its back, lying down, so I strapped a note on the back of him, and led him close enough to camp but not too close.

* "What the hell is this? Daryll found a note from a Zombie that had got too close to camp, and he knew it was from Merle. He couldn't believe the asshole. "I'm going to head out of camp for a bit" he told Rick. Rick nodded. Merle was about to get into his van when Daryll shot up "why do you think we joined this group in the first place! We can't survive on our own!" Said Daryll. "Sure we could. Be like old times" said Merle. "Merle, your an asshole". "No. Brother, I'm not, and come in, it'll be fun". "I'm sorry Merle, but this is stupid"*

I can't lie that I'm not hurt, but all I need is a drink. I always carry some whiskey with me, so I drank on the highest ledge I could find until dusk.