Sharpshooters

Grow up, Dixon.

"You'd best let me go!" The hunter growled and thrashed wildly against him.

"Nah, think it's best if I don't," I couldn't help but giggle quietly at the sarcastic tone of the mysterious man.

"Choke hold's illegal!" Dixon whined again. God, he was acting like such a little kid.

"You can file a complaint," the man stood for no bullshit and didn't look like he was going to let go any time soon. He tightened his grip, which made Dixon kneel still.

"I'd like to have a calm discussion on this topic. Do you think we can handle that?" Rick stepped forward and bent down to get levelled with Dixon. He was ignored. "D'you think we can handle that?" Rick asked again and gave a nod towards the man from the bush, who instantly dropped his arms and backed away. Dixon fell to the ground and gasped. I rolled my eyes, knowing I won't be getting any help, and heaved myself off the ground. I ended up simultaneously standing with Daryl, and we made quick eye contact. But I broke it to look down at my clothes.

"Fuck," I muttered and patted myself down.

"Your brother does NOT play well with others," Rick spoke firmly. I glided over to the men and held my head up to look at them.

"And, we are gon' get 'im back," I stated, glancing specifically towards Daryl. Rick nodded.

"Why the hell did y'bring this bitch back?" Daryl scoffed and glared at Rick. I folded my arms across my chest and sent Dixon a death glare. We re-made eye contact. Rick opened his mouth to say something, but I shot my hand up to his face to stop him.

"Um, 'scuse me?" I growled. The redneck stared down at me with a half-grin, half-pissed off manner, "bitch? Seriously, man? Are y'five years old? Pff, you need t'be taught some fuckin' manners," I hissed, "Did you not hear Rick? He did it for our safety," The three men's eyes widened as they stared at me in shock. I lowered my hand from Rick's mouth, only to reveal him gaping in surprise. Huffing, I rolled my eyes casually and span around towards the RV. Just as I got to the door, I didn't hesitate to fling it open and march inside in one swift movement. I could feel a pair of eyes burning a hole in the back of my head as I disappeared out of sight.

From inside, even with the door and windows closed, I could still hear the three brutes continuing the petty argument about the brothers. Unfortunately, I didn't find out who the mysterious bush-man was - he may have just saved Rick's life. It seemed like Rick knew the man and trusted him. God... It's just like summer camp here. Actually, speaking of people - back on the road, I'm pretty sure there was another man with us. Tall, extremely buff and dark skinned. T-Dog, I think was his name. Where'd he go? He was nice. We spoke a bit on the way up here, he was telling me about the members of this camp, specifically two young children. Carl, a little boy and Sophia, a little girl. I haven't seen, or heard, anything of them yet - I hope they're alright...