You don't control me, Dixon

➊ 7- Mr. Dixon, I Don't Like You

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Finn. If he isn't at the refugee camp, then where the hell is he? Ugh, of course this would be difficult.

A small part of my mind slowly And tentatively offers another reasoning, maybe he's dead.

Bitch he better not be.

I shift and glance at T who messes with the cranks of the radio before groaning at us "Got no signal. Maybe the roof"

The others slowly nod their heads when a gunshot makes my hand drop to my own gun.

Who the hell is stupid enough to be shooting right now.

I peer at the glass front where the walkers slam their bodies with more vigor.

"Oh no. Is that Dixon?" I glance at the blonde before tilting my head.

What kind of name is Dixon?

As they all shoot up the stairs I fall to the back next to Rick who follows confused.

I glance at him, he was seeing things. Usually, that's not good and I'm betting it is not good in this situation.

We all storm the roof to find a single man with a beat up old vest and dirty jeans.

This man in particular has a rifle that he is shooting into the streets below.

It's easy to be a good shot when they are piled on one another. Like fish in a barrel.

The Hispanic man throws his hands in the air, yelling at the man "Hey, Dixon, are you crazy?"

I bite my lip anxiously as the man turns, his skin puckered with obvious past use of drugs, and swings the rifle around chuckling sarcastically "Yall should be more polite to a man with a gun! huh?" He jumped down and continue "Only common sense"

Perhaps not so recent past.

T shakes his head, apparently done with the antics of this Dixon, throws his arms in the air and complains at the hillbilly "Man, you wasting bullets we don't even get!" he takes a breath then finishes with a flourish"And you're bringing even more of them down on our ass! Man, just chill."

As Dixon stills and the corners of his lips curl downward I instinctively take a step back as my fist curls. Too many people are like him.

As if he wants the award for biggest asshole his lip suddenly snaps upward as If amused but his words turn cold as they pass his lips "Bad enough I've got this taco-bender on my ass all day. Now I'm gonna take orders from you? Nuh-huh, in don't think so, bro. That will be the day."

I furrow my brow, I swear if this pompous white guy speaks the forbidden word for all white people...

Realizing what this White Ass trademarked was trying to insinuate, tilts his head scoffing loudly " 'That will be the day'? You got something you want to tell me?"

I glance around and twirls the rings on my finger, not the best times my man.

The Hispanic man places a hand on Ts shoulder in solidarity before T shrugs him off and gets into this Merle's face.

I stare at the pair, can we just knock the asshole out and get on to getting to safety?

Merle drops the gun to his side as he squares to T, tilting his head as he bumps  chest with the larger man.

Merle stares at the man, mouth open as venom spews from his tongue "You wanna know the day?"

I glance at Rick who shifts his hips, I lean closer and ask lowly, the tension between the two suffocating "Should we do something?"