MJ and Jack separated from their family the night before the battle between Michael and Lucifer. Little did they know, that would be the last that they would see of their family.
Infection spread, and now the dead are walking among the living, and i...
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They have a gag in Miguel's mouth as they go back to where his friends are. They don't want him to talk to anybody when they get there. The doors open, and Daryl pushes him inside before they all follow.
Rick has the bag of guns over his shoulder, and they're all armed. Guillermo looks at him. "I see my guns, but they're not all in the bag." He says as he glances at MJ.
"That's because they aren't yours." Rick tells him. "I thought I mentioned that."
"Let's just shoot these fools right now, ese, alright?" Felipe says, and MJ then aims her gun at him. "Unload on their asses, ese."
"I don't think you fully appreciate the gravity of the situation." Guillermo says, looking between Rick and MJ.
"No, we're pretty clear." Rick says as he lowers his gun. He cuts the tape around Miguel's wrists and then pushes him forward. "You have your man. I want mine."
Guillermo looks at them as the others push the kid behind them. "I'm gonna chop up your boy. I'm gonna feed him to my dogs." He says. "They're the evilest, nastiest man-eating bitches you ever saw."
"I can guarantee you that's not true." MJ says, and he looks at her.
"I picked them up from Satan at a yard sale." He says, and she stifles a laugh. "I told you how it has to be. Are you woefully deaf?"
"No, my hearing's fine." She says as she takes a step forward. "You said come locked and loaded." She cocks her gun, and so do the men behind her. "Okay then. We're here." She aims her gun at his head. His side has their guns ready as well.
"Felipe!" An old woman calls as she makes her way forward. "Felipe!"
"Abuela, go back with the others. Now." He tells her as he holds his hand back.
"Get that old lady out of the line of fire." Daryl calls.
"Abuela, listen to your mijo, okay?" Guillermo says as he looks at her. "This is not the place for you right now."
"Mr. Gilbert is having trouble breathing." She continues anyway, talking to Felipe, and it's obvious that English isn't her first language, she has a heavy accent. MJ lowers her gun as she looks at the woman. "He— He needs his asthma stuff. Carlito didn't find it. He needs his medicine."
"Felipe, go take care of it, okay?" Guillermo tells him. "And take your grandmother with you."
"Put your guns down." MJ tells her friends, and the woman looks at her.
