Nothing but Dead (The Walking Dead Fanfic)

Blood Loss

Rick and Daryl are the first ones into the garage like door. Nobody knew where they were going. But Garrett had a pretty good idea where Rick and Daryl were headed. The two of them were headed for revenge, revenge for their friend Guillermo and his people.

"You three gonna sit there and wipe each others asses?" Daryl shouted out trying to get Mitchel, Shane and Garrett to follow them.

"God Daryl...." Mitchel sighed as he ran to catch up with Rick and Daryl. Shane and Garrett look at each other and then they follow Mitchel through the door.

Garrett gets up next to Rick who seems to be listening for a sign from this David Leagues character. "Listen Rick....This is your peoples fight, not mine. I will not have my people harmed." He insisted trying to get Rick to turn back to the RV and the others.

"If you see it that way, that's fine. I don't mind, but will you help us catch this guy?" Rick asked recognizing Garrett's request.

Garrett nods back in response.

"Good, then we will split up." Rick commanded. "Myself and Daryl will search inside the building. Shane, I want you to that these two." He points at Garrett and Mitchel. "You guys go back out the door, circle around the building and make sure this guy doesn't escape."

Shane nods his head understanding Rick. "What you gonna do when we get this guy? Kill'em?"

"I will not kill him, we are better people then that." Rick looks disgusted by what Shane suggested. "Back up in Buffalo...when I said we don't kill the living...I meant it."

"Come on then, this asshole is getting away." Daryl told him as the group once again split ways. 

Shane, Mitchel and Garrett walk around to the back of the building. Each of them have their guns drawn. At the back of the building are three motorcycles, two Haley's and one chopper, the kind of bike with the long handle bars. The chopper could be a show bike. It's green with purple tint. The kind of motorcycle that would sit in someones garage and never be rode but only for a few times. 

The three of them being to let their guard down. The wind is blowing nicely, keeping the sweat from the sun off of their faces. There is even the tweet from a few birds in the distance. With all things considered, its a nice day out.

"You really think we got to kill this guy?" Mitchel asked as he lowered his weapons and looked up at the sky and towards the roof of the building, making sure no one was up there.

Shane turns and shoves the pistol back into his pants, "I'm pretty sure Rick just wants to talk to him, that's all." 

Suddenly the three of them hear shooting from inside the building, where Rick and Daryl are. Just then, the door fly's open. A man wearing a red bandana and also a fu-man-chew on his face looks right at the three of them, then at the bikes. 

"Drop your weapon!" Garrett shouted out to the man as he raised his colt. Before Garrett could even react, the man pulls the trigger of his pistol. Garrett closes his eyes as if that would protect him from being hit. 

Shane and Mitchel scramble to the nearby cover of a couple trash cans and a few stacks of wooden planks. Shane begins to shoot his weapon over the top of one of the stacks of wood. "Garrett come on!" Mitchel tries to coax him over to where it is safe. 

Garrett looks ahead and watches the man that shot at him take a bullet right in the side of the head, thanks to Shane. Garrett takes two steps and immediately like all the blood in his body is rushing to his stomach. He looks down and sees that he has in fact been shot. In his mid-torso, towards his right side. He drops his colt and it falls with a thud. The noise draws the attention of Shane and Mitchel who glance over towards him.

Garrett slowly puts a hand over his wound, making sure he isn't dreaming, or maybe it was a Walkers blood from earlier that he killed and didn't notice it. He touches the wound and it begins to sting like all hell. He takes his hand off of the wound and looks at it. It's his blood, its fresh. His head then raises as he looks at Mitchel and Shane, both of them have different looks on their faces, Shane's is pissed, Mitchel's is extremely worried.

"M....M...." Garrett tries to say. "Mitchel!" Mitchel bolts out from the cover and runs over to Garrett who falls down onto the ground holding his own wound.

"Garrett, no!" Mitchel kneels down beside him as he starts to look around for something to stop the bleeding. "Shane!"

Shane comes running over, he still has his gun out pointed towards the door just to make sure no one else comes out. "Does he have an exit wound on his back?"

Mitchel rolls Garrett over roughly to find out what Shane was talking about. "Yeah, he does." An exit hole from the bullet that entered Garrett can be seen clearly.

"Good, it's treatable then." Shane shoves his pistol back in his pants. "Help me with this." He mentions as he flips open a knife and begins to cut away Garrett's shirt. "This is how we stop the bleeding for the time being." Mitchel helps Shane hold Garrett's shirt back as the shirt is cut and removed. Shane then starts to cut the shirt into smaller pieces. "Now hold him, he ain't gonna like this."

Mitchel grabs both of Garrett's arms and holds them down. Shane then starts to shove small shirt pieces into the bullet wounds on both his front and his back. Garrett's body fights it because it hurts like hell, nothing can hurt worse than a piece of your shirt being shoved inside you. Suddenly he stops struggling and Mitchel loosens his grip.

"On the bikes!" A voice can be heard running out the the building. It's David, and another one of his people. David takes a quick look at the three of them and smiles as he gets on his bike and speeds off down the road. 

"Shane...." Mitchel shuttered. "He...he stopped struggling...."

Shane puts a pair of bloodily fingers up to Garrett's neck and checks for a pulse. "He has a pulse." Shane sighed as he pulled the fingers away leaving blood by Garrett's neck. "He is alive...He probably just passed out because of the pain."

"Shane!" A voice echos from the doorway, they can tell its Rick's. "You let him get away!"

"We have other problems man!" Shane told him as he looks down at Garrett. Rick and Daryl also see the problem.

"Is he dead?" Daryl asked.

"Passed out." Mitchel muttered with glassy eyes.

"We got to get him back to the RV then." Rick tells everyone. "Before he loses too much blood."