I Ain't Gonna Let You Die
Merle and I were on top of the roof of the store that we all were now stuck in due to some incident with the Chinese kid being a hero or something. Biters were beginning to swarm around the tall building like mad. I looked over the edge and lowly whistled.
“We’re in some predicament.” I jested, feeling my latest buzz take affect.
“Yeah, looks to be, huh?” He chuckled, taking another hit from the little plastic tube he always kept on his person.
“Gimme another…” I told him, not really thinking clearly. Merle grinned slyly and sauntered over to me, licking his lips.
“You wan’ some?” He slurred slightly. I just grinned and nodded at him.
“Mhmm.” I pouted a bit.
“Alrigh’…” He said, licking his lips again and putting powder on his finger. I smirked and hit it quickly, sniffling a few times. I shook my head rapidly and made a loud, “whoo” noise. Merle grinned at me, pulling me into his arms and kissing me aggressively. I returned his kiss with equal aggression and bit his lip hard. He growled loudly, and groped my ass with his hands.
“You’s a goddamn tease, woman.” He hissed into my lips.
“You fucking like it, stud.” I smiled, trying to look sexy. Right as we were about to get at it again, the groans from beneath us grew louder for some reason. We both looked at each other and frowned. Merle, much to my disappointment, released my ass and went to the edge of the roof. This time, he whistled and shook his head.
“Yer righ’, baby girl. We has us a problem.” He chuckled, cocking the pull lever on his rifle and firing at one of the biters beneath us. I jumped at the sudden noise, grinning. He caught my grin and did it again with a cocky smirk plastered on his ugly mug.
A few more shots later, everyone that was holed up in the store downstairs level came barging through the door leading to us. They all looked pissed beyond reason. Everyone ran towards us, the black guy coming right up to Merle and yelled in his face angrily.
“What the hell you doin’, Dixon?! You’re shootin’ off bullets that we aint got! Stop it!” He shouted right into Merle’s personal space. I furrowed my brow and glared in his direction.
“Oh, ho! That’ll be the fucking day.” Merle laughed back.
“That’ll be the day?!” He yelled back.
“Let it go, T…” Some chubby guy interjected.
“Naw, man. If he’s got somethin’ to say, I wanna hear it!” He yelled louder, getting inches from bumping chests with Merle.
“I’ll tell you the day, Mr. Yo…” Merle began, doing some gang sign, “Is the day I take orders from a nigger!” He insulted, waving his gun at him for emphasis.
“Oh you son of a--” T retorted, throwing a punch at him. Merle dodged it easily, hitting him in the sternum with the butt of his long hunting rifle.
Everyone yelled out in surprise, some new cop guy tried to intervene but Merle punched him out of the way, causing him fall over a pipe. Merle proceeded to follow T as he stumbled away from him, throwing punch after punch directly to his face. Once he fell to the ground, Merle was on top of him in the blink of an eye, punching him even harder and faster. Once he got sick of hitting him, he pulled a smaller gun out and pointed it only inches from T’s now swelling face. Merle’s breathing was ragged, his teeth barred in a primal way as he hovered over him. T was huffing and puffing beneath Merle, trying to catch his breath. Just as he was about to attempt to sit up, Merle hawked a huge loogie onto T’s Brooklyn shirt, rubbing it hard into the fabric. I stood off to the side, shaking my head but forcing a grin at what Merle was doing. I did not necessarily agree with his choice of action, but he won his fight so I had to show my support for my man...
He stood, holding his gun offensively. Everyone looked to him, the fear evident in their eyes as he began to speak loudly to everyone.
“I think it looks like I’m in charge now, huh? Anyone have an issue with that? Lets make this here a democracy. Who votes me in charge, hm? Show of hands…”
The small group looked around at one another, unsure of what to do. Merle looked at them, raising his eyebrows and gunless hand higher. I raised my hand high, still smiling at him. Slowly but surely everyone raised his or her hand. This caused Merle to smirk and stand cockily.
“So, no one has an issue?” He smirked further.
Out of no where, the moron in the cop uniform bashed Merle in the face with the butt of his own gun causing him to fall to the ground in a massive heap. He quickly grabbed Merle’s wrist, forcing a handcuff on him. My mouth dropped open and I lunged myself at the man dubbed “Officer Friendly”. My fist connected with his left eye, hard. He stumbled back but before I could land another hit he smashed his gun onto my temple and everything went completely black.
I apologize for not updating in the last few days.
Life sometimes gets in the way.
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