War Of The Damned - (Daryl & Beth) - The Walking Dead

20. What Are The Chances?

20. WHAT ARE THE CHANCES?

It took us a hour ta get there. Terminus, itself was one of 'em big train buildins' with big tall fences an' people patrollin' each rooftop.

We cut off the tracks a few hundred meters before an' started walkin' ta'ward where we could hear a distant voice. I took the lead with Glenn, tellin' tha otha's ta lag behind until we know that it's safe for 'em. Makin' no noise at all me an' Glenn creep forward 'til we start ta see somethin' brown through the forest. A few more steps an' I recognize it as one of 'em cottages Victor was talkin' 'bout.

I point fo' Korea ta take one side while I go fo' tha otha'. He nods quietly. We carefully make our way 'round tha cottage, an' the first thing I see is a guy kneelin' on the ground talkin' inta' one of 'em walkie-talkies, he was laughin' an' sayin', "Yeah, the chick with the sword.. I got dibs on her. She looks tasty as hell."

Michonne! My hands clench 'round my crossbow.

"Or that other one.. Yeah, yeah, the fat one." He laughs. "The fat ones are the juiciest."

I see Glenn come inta' view, sharin' the same sickened expression as me. I come outa' the shadows jus' as the guy stands a firecracker on ta tha groud, my crossbow aimed directly at that motha'fuckers dome. My presence startles him an' he drops the walkie-talkie an' tha firecracker to grab the gun placed beside him. But Glenn steps behind him, his own weapon pushed inta' tha guy's skull.

"Don't even think about it, you sick fuck!" Korea warns. "Give me a reason to shot you right here, right now. Because I will."

I raise a brow at him. I don' think I've ever heard him talk like tha' before. Ta be honest, it didn't suit him.

The guy, who's name I couldn't be fucked gettin', stopped what he was gonna do an' looked up at me. "I... I can help you. I'm from Terminus. You must've heard of it right? We can all help you. We have-"

I smacked him righ' in tha mouth fo' the simple fact that I wanted ta. And I didn't like the sound of his voice. "That girl ya were talkin' 'bout," I say harshly. "Tha one with tha katana, where is she?"

"Who?" He tries ta act dumb, an' I ain't impressed. Jus' fo' that I deliver anotha' sharp blow to his mouth. This time he spits out a mouthful of blood an' wha' looked like a tooth.

"Tell me where the fuck she is!" I demand.

"You won't win." He says instead. Seriously!? Did tha fucker 'ave a death wish? "We have bigger better guns than you two. Going in there will be a suicide mission."

"We've been through worse." Glenn grits out.

"So have we! Trust me, you won't win this fight. You better just turn around and leave. And if you know what's best for you, you'll let me go. They'll only come looking for me if you don't."

Let him go? Shit that's laughable. To prove I'm in no mood ta fuck 'round I shoot an arrow inta' his leg, smilin' as he lets out a deep, painful yelp that Korea muffles with his hand. He squeals like a fat baby swine. I decide ta rip tha arrow from his leg an' wipe tha blood off on his face. If it was anyone else, I'd probly' feel sorry for 'em. But this was one of tha motha'fuckers that I could kill withou' batterin' an eyelid.

Wha' woild Blondie think of me now? Takin' joy in otha' people's pain? Shit she'd probly' want nothin' ta do with me.

I throw that particular thought out an' reload my crossbow. Blood from where I'd shot him spills freely now, surely he must know that he ain't gonna survive for long unless he starts givin' me tha answers I wanna hear. Even then...I think I migh' leave him ta die cause people like him don't deserve ta live.