Heartless ➳ TWD² [COMPLETED]

Chapter XXV ➳ Mourning

➳ DOG started barking his head off about something that he spotted just before us, which made me stop dead in my tracks. I snatched out my machete and got ready to fight once again.

"The living kind," Eugene started to ask, "or original recipe?"

Daryl grumbled out, "Let's find out." To his pet, he called out: "Good dog."

We made our way towards a small bridge, where a few bodies were moaning and groaning for hunger - or to kill us with their little knives up their sleeves. Daryl took a stance at the end of the bridge with his crossbow up, ready to fend them off, while Michonne, Magna, Yumiko, and I stood back for a moment.

It appeared that Daryl was aiming at legs to see if he could get a reaction out of them. The actual dead won't cry about it, but the people underneath the masks will. He shot one in the leg and it didn't react, just kept coming; then, he aimed and shot another one in the leg. This one fell to the ground and screamed out in agony. The actual Walkers that surrounded him started to make a feast out of him.

Then, with that said, the rest of us moved in and started cleaning the bridge off. Michonne and I stood on one side while Daryl was helped by Magna and Yumiko on the other side.

The two Walkers that started to to turn away from them probably were shocked to see us standing there. One of the Walkers suddenly slid out a knife and started coming at Michonne, who quickly ducked his attack on her by stabbing him right in the stomach with her katana sword.

I ran over to the other one to take care of it, but not before Daryl ran up and held his arm back to keep me from doing it. "Drop it!" he barked at the Walker with a knife in their hand.

I didn't care to listen to him now when I put my machete's tip right on their masked chin, ready to slice and dice their asses up. They fell down to their knees, dropping the knife in the process, with their arms up in surrender.

Michonne walked up, as I could feel her eyes on me, when she barked out: "On my demand."

I didn't even look at her while I stared down in the eyes of the killer at the end of my machete, nodding. "Course. I'll be ready for it."

Daryl walked up behind me, debating rather or not to end their life now or later. It took a few moments for him to decide, but I knew that I wanted to kill them all one by one.

Daryl leaned forward and ripped the mask off of their face, before standing back behind me as we saw who was really behind the mask. It appeared to be a girl begging for her life, who looked to be around Mollie's age.

"Please...," she begged with tears and mercy in her eyes. "Please don't kill me. Please."

Daryl threw the mask that the little girl had on to Michonne, who caught it and analyzed it in her hands. Clearly, disgust was written all over her face, and I couldn't blame her whatsoever.

I turned my attention back down to the little girl at the tip of my machete. "You were there when you helped kill my brother! Weren't you?!"

She frantically shook her head, with fresh tears in her eyes, and gulped down a huge knot of something. "Please, I wasn't!"

"How many?" Michonne barked out, clearly wanting to know right now who we're dealing with. I'm thinking that they're a bunch of freaks straight from the circus.