An Arrow Dipped in Ink

Chapter 11

As they got on the outskirts of the city, Rayne was looking around to see if she saw any gun shops. She honked her horn one time and the caravan stopped. She scoped the area out before she got out of her car and headed to the RV. When she got inside Rick asked her if everything was alright.

She told him that she was fine then she turned to address Glenn, “Hey isn’t there a sporting goods store around here somewhere?”

“Yea I think there is one a few blocks down. Why?”

“Daryl and I are low on arrows and we could use some more supplies.”

Rick said that we could stop as long as it was just her and Daryl that went in since they both carried silent weapons. Rick handed her a walkie-talkie so that if there was any trouble he would be able to talk to her. She ran back to her car but stopped by Daryl's window and told him the plan. He nodded and she took off back to her car. The caravan stopped in front of the store so that they could keep a look out. Rayne figured that the blast from the CDC would attract every walker within a few miles so they should be safe enough. Daryl and Rayne took off down an alley next to the store hoping that there would be a side entrance into the store, sure enough there was. Daryl checked the door to see if it was unlocked and it was.

She looked to him and said, “Come on Dixon, lets go shopping”

They entered the store quietly and had a look around. Most of the things were picked over but she had seen worse. Daryl noticed two walkers lurking around but they took them down without a sound. Rayne took off toward the back of the store where she knew they would keep guns and ammo. When she came up on a display case she was greeted by the barrel of a gun pointed right to her head. Daryl raised his crossbow to the person behind the pistol. It was a younger man about the age of 24. He was tall with shaved, dirty blonde hair. An ever younger girl stood up behind him. She was a pretty little thing. With shoulder length dark brown hair. She wasn’t as tall as the man but tall enough for a girl. She was also very skinny but not in a frail kind of way.

The young man spoke, “What the fuck are you doing in here?”

“We don’t want any trouble dude we just wanted to get some arrows and supplies for our group”

The young man looked over at the girl and then back to Rayne, “There are more of you?”

Daryl spoke as he stared down the man that had Rayne still at gun point, “There are 12 of us. Now git tha' fucking gun outta her face.”

The man narrowed his eyes at Daryl but lowered the gun. He looked them over for a minute then said, “You can have all the arrows you want and I’ll even split the guns and ammo with you an your group but you have to take us with you. We won't survive long out here by ourselves.”

Rayne looked over to Daryl and they had a silent conversation with each other. Daryl nodded to the two strangers and started to fill Rayne's back pack with all the arrows he could find. Most of the arrows he found didn’t come tipped so he had to grab packs of different kinds of arrow tips. He grabbed super glue as well which thankfully was right near the heads.

Rayne walked away a few feet and got on the walkie with Rick, “Hey Rick”