Madison Grimes

7

"Ye know, ye've got some balls fer a Chinaman."

"He's Korean." I say, as I hear him say, "I'm Korean." At the same time. I look at him and we laugh as Daryl holds a look of unamusement.

"Ready?" I whisper to the boys. They both nod and off we go, closer to road. Daryl and I stop at the gates, weapons still ready, while Glenn races into the streets. There's running behind us, causing Daryl and I both to turn. Soon, a boy who seems to be in his teens says something I can't pick out. Then he's yelling loudly in Spanish.

"Shut up!" Daryl scolds the boy, shoving his bow in his face. I turn back around to cover Glenn, but see several men running up instead.

"We've got company!" I exclaim, holding my hunting knife up. I keep my other hand down, in case I need to grab my throwing knives. "Back up!" I yell, holding my knife closer to the first mans face. A few of the men run behind me, while three stay in front of me.

"Where's our guns?" One of them ask. I furrow my eyebrows together, earning a punch from the man behind him. I double over, feeling the wind knocked out of me. I readjust my hold on my knife and stab the first man I can get to.

"Ahh! Fuck!" He screams. I stand up and see Daryl fighting off several men as well. When I turn, I see Glenn running to the gate with a scared look on his face.

"Get the guns and go!" I reach down and grab one of my throwing knives. The men around me lose interest in me as they go for Glenn. He drops the bag and then men don't seem to notice. One man grabs him and throws him over his shoulder.

"Put him down!" I yell, throwing my knife into the mans back. He lets out a yell, but doesn't stop moving. Before I know what's going on, I feel the earth leave from under my feet. I look down and notice I'm picked up as well. Well, isn't this fun! I thrash on the mans shoulder and plant my hunting knife into his shoulder. The man yells, but takes the knife out and throws it down. I continue to thrash around, not stoping for anything.

"Mai!" I look at Daryl and send him a small smile. We'll be back, we've got to. I'm shoved into a car between Glenn and the man who took me. Soon, the car speeds off. I elbow the man in his face before reaching over and opening the door. I push him out, but the car stops. I go to grab Glenn's arm to leave, but the man who I just pushed out comes to the door.

"Sweet dreams." That's the last thing I hear before my world becomes black.

I open my eyes and groan, my hand retreating to my throbbing head. No blood, that's a good sign. Once my eyes adjust, I see I'm in a small room with a man next to me. Not just any man though, it's Glenn. I let out a breath of relief before a wild thought runs through my head. Is he okay? Is he breathing? I don't know what happened after I was knocked out. I check for a pulse and after finding one, I sit in a slump. The door starts to open and I go back to my spot.

"See? I told you they're still out." The mans voice who hit me rings in my ears.

"Maybe you hit them too hard." This voice is different, I can't make it out. He hit Glenn too? No one hits my best friend but me!

"They had it coming!"

"How?"

"She pushed me out of a moving vehicle."