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An Australian family gets stuck in Atlanta after the outbreak of a virus that wakes the dead up. Chloena Simpson, a twenty years old daughter of four siblings loses her family in an attempt to escape a zombie attack in the city. She lat...
RICK ADDRESSED the boy, "We need to know where those men you were with went.'"
The boy remained defiant, stating, "I ain't telling you anything."
T-Dog, entering the room, expressed his confusion, "What the hell happened back there, Jesus, man?"
Daryl clarified, "I already told ya. This little turd and his douchebag friends came out of nowhere and jumped me."
The boy countered, "You're the one who jumped me, puto, screaming about trying to find his brother like it's my damn fault."
Daryl's frustration grew, "They took the girl. Could have taken Merle too."
Amused, the boy chuckled, "Merle? What kind of hick name is that? I wouldn't name my dog Merle." Daryl tensed, ready to react, but Rick held him back.
"Enough, Daryl. Step back!"
However, Daryl's resolve remained unshaken. He extracted Merle's hand from Chloe's backpack, displaying it in front of the man's face. "Want to see what happened to the last guy that pissed me off?"
Evidently unsettled, the boy attempted to retreat. Daryl's grim tone continued, "This time, let's start with the feet." Rick persisted in pulling him away from the visibly frightened individual.
"The men you were with took our friend. All we want to do is talk to them, see if we can work something out," Rick explained.
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With some persistent efforts and a few more displays of Daryl's aggression, the boy finally yielded, disclosing his group's hiding spot. As they gathered outside the hideout, Rick questioned the men, "Are you sure you're ready for this?"
T-Dog answered directly, "Yeah."
Daryl issued a warning, "One wrong move, you get an arrow in the ass. Just so you know."
The boy retorted, "G's gonna take that arrow out of my ass and stick it up yours. Just so you know."
"G?" Rick inquired.
"Guillermo. He's the top dog here."
"Alright then, let's go meet Guillermo," Rick said.
At the hideout, the gang leader, Guillermo, greeted them, poised to negotiate. He inquired, "You alright, little man?"
"They're gonna cut off my feet, carnal," the boy confessed.
"Cops do that?" the leader asked, his gaze lingering on Rick's uniform.
"Not him. This redneck puto here. He cut off some dude's hand, man. He showed it to me."
"Shut up," Daryl snapped.
Another man emerged, aiming a gun at Daryl. He addressed Daryl, "Hey, that's that Vato right there, homes. He shot me in the ass with an arrow. What's up, homes, huh?"
