Hope is Stronger than Fear

Vatos

Thunk!

I sighed as Daryl took down another walker. I just didn't understand why we were still looking for Merle, sure he's Daryl's brother, but he was a jackass. Walking down the hall I was next to Daryl in case he had to reload and there was walker. Walking into a room we saw two downed walkers.

"Had enough in him to take down these two sonava bitches one handed." bragged Daryl. I just rolled my eyes at him before making sure they were down. "Toughest asshole I ever met, my brother." he continued, "Feed him a hammer, he'd crap out nails."

I didn't get his metaphor. "Any man can pass out from blood loss, no matter how tough he is." Rick grimly stated. We all then started on our way out of the room, me sticking to the back with Glenn this time. Looking at the ground I saw a trail of blood, crouching down I touched it, only for it to have dried already.

"Merle!" I jumped a little at Daryl's random outburst, but he was shushed by Rick, "We're not alone here, remember!" "Screw that," Daryl started, "he could be bleedin out. You said so yourself." When we got to the kitchen I covered my nose at the heavy sent of gas in the air. Walking over to where Rick was I saw that there were little white things putting out the smell and fire.

Rick picked up this flat thing that had burned flesh on it. "What's that burned stuff?" whispered Glenn. "Flesh." I answered him. He looked at me like I was crazy, but I just shrugged. "He cauterized the stump." Rick said. I could hear a little disgust in his voice, but that was to be expected.

"Told you he's tough. Nobody can kill Merle, but Merle." I just rolled my eyes at Daryl again. But once again he was shot down by Ricks reasoning. "Don't take that as faith. He's lost a lota blood." "Yeah, well it didn't stop him from bustin outa this death trap." Daryl said as he leads them over to a smashed in window.

"He left the building, why would he do that?" Glenn exclaimed. "Why wouldn't he?" started Daryl, "He's out there alone as far as he knows. Doin what he's gotta do, survivin." "You call that survivin?" asked T-dog, "Wondering around on the streets, maybe passing out?"

"Well it's better than how you left him, handcuffed to a roof you sorry pricks!" I sighed and ran a hand down my face, this was getting us nowhere. Daryl turned to Rick and started to argue with him, making my patients go down drastically. When they stopped arguing, they started to plan on how to get those guns back.

"You're not doing this alone." stated Rick. "Yeah even I think it's a bad Idea, and I don't even like you much." Daryl said as he leaned on his cross bow. I just rolled my eyes at them, yeah, it's a terrible plan, but it's the only thing we've got right now.

Crouching down I looked at the poorly drawn map on the floor, Glenn started to move random pieces as he explained the plan. "That's the tank. Five blocks away from where we are now. That's the bag of guns. Here's the ally I dragged you into when we first met." I snickered a little at the thought going through my head at that but was promptly shut up by Rick elbowing me in the ribs.

Groaning I shut out the rest of their plan and went to go sit by Daryl. I flopped myself down next to Daryl with another groan, pulling my leg close I unlaced my boot and pulled the knife out before lacing it back up. I repeated the process with the other leg, grabbing the knifes I just sat there and studied them. They were just normal knives, or so I thought.

Hearing a whistle, I looked up to see Daryl looking at the knife in my hand. "Damn man, that is a beauty," he paused before holding his hand out, "May I?" Nodding I handed him the knife and just watched him look it over.

"Hey you guys ready?" Rick asked. Nodding my head, I stood and offered Daryl a hand, which he took for like .5 seconds. "Holy fuck, why is your hand so cold!?" I just sighed, I was getting tired of this.