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Diamonds in our Bones.

To Kill Bill-Part Two

“Daddy, what happens when you die?” I asked as I watched the news on TV. I turned around to look at my dad, who was sipping on his coffee and reading his newspaper. He looked away from the paper and peered down at me with his blue eyes.

“It means we are finally free from this world.” He explained and I got confused.


“Free? What do you mean by free?” I asked, then I pointed at the TV. “Is that how we die, daddy?” Daddy glanced away from me and at the TV. His eyes widened as the pictures of towns burning and bodies lay around, black from soot. He grabbed the remote controller and turned the TV off.


“Come here, Emma.” He said and I ran to him. He picked me up and sat me on his lap. “No matter if it’s freedom or anything, death is always scary.”


“Ready?” I whispered to the three men as we stood by the front door. I grabbed the knob and twisted it really slowly. I opened it slowly and Daryl was the first one to walk in, lithe as a cat. After Daryl, Glenn went in, then T- Dog then I. We stood still for what felt like hours but minutes, listening. We knew there was no one in the living room because there was no noises coming through. My eyes caught Daryl and we nodded. I looked at T-Dog and he also nodded. With that agreement, we split off. I readied my bow and I heard my partner ready his gun. With my heart pounding in my ears, I walked slowly through the living room, making sure no one migrated to the living room while we planned.

As we drew closer to the study, the noise of men laughing and talking got louder. I swallowed and the noise of it was so loud that I fear that the men could hear it. I opened the door slowly and caught one of the guys’ eyes, who was standing in the middle, holding a beer can. Before he could react, I let loose the arrow I strung and the arrow hit the target right in the middle of the eyes. The guy slumped down, still holding the beer can. I grabbed my gun, cocked it, and shot the guy on the right who was pulling out his gun. I twirl around just to see T-Dog stabbing the guy who was about to shoot me in the throat. The guy gargled but didn’t make that much sound.

I caught T-Dogs eyes and let loose a slow breath. I thanked him by smiling and he gave me a tight-lipped smile. I wonder how Daryl and Glenn doing….

{Rick’s POV}

Everyone in the camp was tense. They did their usual chores but in silence. I looked around to see Shane with his assault rifle out, standing not so far away from Lori. Carl was sitting next to me, cleaning his gun. I, too, was holding a rifle but I wished I wasn’t. I wish that Emma could have joined us without needing to kill Bill but in her eyes, Bill would have sought her out and killed all of us. She is protecting all of us when she doesn’t even know any of us.

“I wonder how they are doing. You say she is good…” Carl said, interrupting the silence. I looked down at him and shrugged.

“If she is good or not, Daryl, T-Dog and Glenn are there to back her up. But she must be good if she was planning to do it all by herself. Why did you support her?” I asked, looking at my son. He shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t know why I did but the way mom reacted…kind of shocked me.” He said, mumbling the last part but I heard it. I placed my hand on his shoulder and squeezed it. It also shocked me but I ignored it. Lori started to change bit by bit and everyone thinks it’s all Shane’s fault. I don’t know what to think of it. Was Lori cheating on me? Or is she trying to get away from Shane? But right now wasn’t the time for me to think about Lori and mine’s marriage problems. It was time to worry about the girl with a fierce red hair who decided to protect my group from her former sadistic group member.

I closed my eyes and wished. I wish they will return back with little damage ever. I wish that no
one dies.

{Emma’s POV}

T-Dog and I continued our way through the house. Didn’t see any free roamers but I didn’t relax until I reached the stair case. I pointed my strung bow towards the stairs as I waited for Daryl to meet me. For ten whole minutes, I could hear the falling foots of residents above. In ten minutes, I saw a movement from the corner of my eye. Judging that T-Dog didn’t shoot it means it was Daryl. I slowly turned around to see the redneck walking slowly towards me, Glenn behind him. Glenn’s eyes were wide open, looking around widely. Daryl’s were calm and trained. There was more blood splatter on Daryl than on Glenn which means that Daryl was the offensive and Glenn was the back up.

The apprehensive feeling and the adrenaline rush rushed through me as it dawned on me that I was actually going to kill the man who slaughtered my group. I readjusted my grip on my gun, palms sweaty. I felt a hand on my shoulder and it gave a firm squeeze. It was Daryl and I felt reassurance that there was people who has my back even though they don’t really know who I am. I am in their debt for my whole life, if they like it or not.

As a group, we ascended the stairs as quietly as the stairs let us. Daryl was the first one to go, with me second, T-Dog third and Glenn last. As we approached the mouth of the stairs, Daryl did a fast surveillance and decided it was safe for all of us to be upstairs. Anger pulsed in my veins as we combed the rooms upstairs thoroughly. We stopped at the closed doors of the master bedroom.

“Hey!” a yell erupted causing me to jump, startled. We did a quick look around to see no one in the hall way which means that the yell came from inside the master bedroom. The voice was unfamiliar which leads me to think that it was the leader of the group. “Jacob! Get us some more beers!”

Silence.

“Huh? Jacob would have heard that.” Said the leader, suspicious.

“Maybe they got too drunk and are asleep.” Said the familiar voice of Bill which caused me to go rigid. I pulled out my gun and pointed at the door.

“Well, fuck me, huh? I will get the drinks. We should celebrate on killing that bitch’s group, huh?” the voice got louder as the person walked towards the door. Anger flared in me as I heard what the guy said. I tightened my grip just as the door opened to reveal a man who had a dirty flannel on with black jeans. His eyes widened when he saw all of us pointing our guns at him.

“What the fuck?!” the guy yelled but I shot him in the head. He crumpled down and hit the floor with a loud thud. I stood up as Bill appeared in my vision. He was looking down, shocked. He looked to his left and saw me.

“The bitch says hello.” I said, my voice low and venomous. Bill’s eyes widened as he stumbled backwards, almost tripping over the dead body of his leader. He started to pat his waist around and his face transformed from being scared to being horrified: he doesn’t have his gun. “How are you, Bill?”

“Em-Em-Emma, what...” Bill stuttered and I clicked my tongue which shut him up.

“You wanted to be a leader so bad that you killed my whole group. I am surprised you didn’t kill this guy yet. Maybe you were scared. You knew you were no match against them.” I said, stepping on the guy’s chest as I walked closer to him. “Now I don’t know what I can do to make you feel the pain I felt when you ripping my family away from me.”

“I am sorry. Emma, I am sorry.” He apologized and anger flashed through me once more. I raised my gun and shot him in the knee. He gave out a blood curling cry and sank down on the floor.

“Did you just say I am sorry? Did you just FUCKING say I am sorry?!” I yelled at him and I raised my gun little bit higher and pulled the trigger. Another blood curling scream and sobbing.
“How can you be sorry when Jessica was begging for her life? How can you be sorry when you
raped Anne? How can you be sorry when you watched Eric, who sheltered you and gave you food, die slowly?”

He just sobbed, clutching at his knees. “Now, Bill, I just shot your Femoral artery, one of the largest veins in your body. What if I made so much noise until the walkers came? They will smell you blood. They will climb up the stairs. They will see you.” I said, almost whispering at the end. I crouched in front of him. “They will tear you apart. And you will feel all of it.”

“Please. God. No. Emma, don’t do this.” He sobbed, crying. I clicked my tongue again and he became quiet.

“But here is the thing: I am not like you. I don’t get the power trip you get when you see people beg for their life. I feel disgusted. How can you be so happy and sure about yourself when you see someone die in front of you? How do you feel powerful when they beg for their life? You must be in lot of pain.” I said, pointing the gun at his forehead.

I am not like you.” I pulled the trigger and I watched the essence of life fade from his eyes. I noticed I was crying. I was stumped. I thought getting revenge would make me feel…lighter but it didn’t change anything. I did not feel happy. I did not feel relieved. Nothing has changed. It was same as before. Realizing this, I rubbed the tears away from eyes as I turned to face the three
men who risked their life for my cause.

“I am sorry you had to see the monster side of me.” I said, sniffling. Daryl slung his crossbow across his back and walked closer.

“Everyone has those side. You shouldn’t see mine.” Said Daryl, chuckling. I grinned.

“Wait, so this isn’t your monster side? I always thought it was.” said Glenn, confused. I laughed as Daryl gave Glenn a glare. T-Dog was also laughing and looked around.

“We should look around. Maybe this guys have supplies. You don’t tend to find beers that easily anymore.” T-Dog said and we nodded. I was about to walk but Daryl caught my wrist. I gave him a confused look but he waited until other two men clear out of the room.

“Do you feel better after you killed Bill?” he asked and I still gave him a confused look. I didn’t know what he meant. “Does it feel good when you had your revenge?” I stared at him, silent. I believe he knows what getting revenge feels like, but he just wants to hear me say it.

“Not really. It…didn’t change anything. My group is still dead. Getting revenge on Bill was futile in my belief. Then I realized something. I had one thing in mind when I came to kill Bill. It was to protect your group. My group didn’t even had kids. Your group did and that amplified my desire to protect them more.” I explained and throughout the whole ordeal, Daryl eyes became wider and wider.

“You barely know us.”

“I barely knew them when they let me in.” I countered and he nodded. All of sudden, memories of my former group twirled around in my mind and I couldn’t hold back the tears I was keeping at bay. I started to cry and I covered my eyes as I kept on crying. “I am sorry…sorry for breaking down like this….but I can’t stop.” Daryl grabbed my elbow and pulled me into a hug. I sobbed uncontrollably on his chest as he hugged me tightly. “Let it out. It’s not good if you keep holding it in. Let it out.” He mumbled against my hair. For few minutes, we stood like that, embracing each other.

We parted and I nodded at him, smiling softly. I needed that so much and here was a guy, the most mistaken person I have ever met, who let me cry on him. Daryl walked out of the room, investigating. I did the same. I went down the hall where the rooms were adjacent to each other. I chose the last room in the hall and went into it. I, of course, held the gun up. Maybe there were guys hiding to ambush any of us. The room was empty of important things. The bed was unkempt and something shined on the night table that caught my eye. I walked towards it to see a pendant.

I opened the pendant to see a picture of one of the mercenaries I had killed in the study standing beside a woman who was older than him. It must be his mother. It saddened me that I had to kill anyone in this house but I had to do what was needed to be done. I placed the pendant down back on the table and did another tour of the room. Deciding this room was worthless, I moved into a different room. Only finding a First Aid kit, I deemed that someone got hurt in this room. Seeing that much about bloody gauzes in the bed, it must have been a big one.

Checking the other two rooms was futile. These mercenaries wasn’t looking at this place a permanent base to stay. The rooms were barely stocked. If a herd of the undead were to walk through, they could easily get up and run away. But how come they were this close to Rick’s group? Did they know his group resided on the quarry? Not knowing answers for this questions may have been horrible but the problem itself was eradicated.

I went downstairs just to see Glenn move towards the kitchen. I followed him to the kitchen, making Glenn look back to see me. He smiled at me and I returned the gesture. Of all the people in this group, Glenn was more relieved that no one got hurt than me. I patted his back and started to search the cupboards. I stopped short; my eyes widened in surprise as the sight before me.

“Glenn! Glenn! Come see this!” I said, excitedly. Glenn looked confused and walked over to me.

“What’s the pro---Holy shit!” Exclaimed Glenn as he, too, was taken back at the sight. In the cupboards, rows upon rows of canned food resided there. I saw cream of broccoli, tomato soup, green beans, sausages, peas and all assorted foods in cans. “I am grabbing a bag.” Glenn rushed out of the kitchen.

We had hit a gold mine. Daryl and T-Dog walked fast towards the kitchen, curious. “What’s up with Glenn?” asked T-Dog. I just pointed at the cupboard. They saw what we saw and excited grins replaced their confusion. Daryl was grinning hugely and patted T-Dog’s shoulders.

“Which makes me think of something. This is large group of mercenaries. How are they protecting themselves?” I asked, looking at the two men.

“The guns and ammunition. I will search the study.” Said T-Dog, nodding.

“And I will search the garage.” Decided Daryl and they set off to their duties. Glenn came back
with a black bag and we started to put the cans in the bag. I wonder which town these guys raided to get this much cans. Or did they knew beforehand that there will be outbreak of a disease that will turn you into undead? If so, how? How did they know? Did they have someone inside the CDC? These guys looked too much of a meatheads to know what is going on in the CDC. And even if they had someone in the CDC, aren’t the scientist sworn to secrecy in the behalf of what they are experimenting on? Or were they just lucky to stumble upon a small town that didn’t have time to evacuate?

“I FOUND IT!” I heard Daryl yelling and both of us ran towards the garage. When he saw us coming, he put both of his hands on his head. “And holy shit were they packed!” We walked closer to a cabinet and looked inside.

“Holy fuck…it looks like a gun store! Where did these guys get this much guns and ammunitions?” I asked, bewildered and kind of intimidated. On the wall of cabinet, attached to a metal fence, were assortment of guns: rifles, snipers, Glocks, shotguns (single and double barreled) and high-powered Army guns. Then the relief of killing them overcame me. If I didn’t kill these men, they would have killed us easily. They had ammunitions for each type of gun that could last for a lifetime.

“First food…now this? Who were these guys?” asked Glenn and we shrugged our shoulders. T-Dog was last to enter and we noticed right away his face was off. “What’s wrong, dude?”

“Guys. Come look at this. I was looking through Bill’s room. I…I don’t know.” He said, his voice shaken. We started to follow him towards Bill’s room. I kept on catching T-Dog throwing me worried glances. I got confused. What is going on? We reached Bill’s room and the sudden feeling of dread filled me.

“Go in.” mumbled T-Dog, looking at the ground. I glanced at Daryl and we shrugged our shoulders. Daryl was the first one to enter, then me, and last, Glenn. The room was an ordinary room but it was different than others room. It was cluttered. So many things that could slow the person down. Was Bill living here after he left our group? I looked at the night table and saw lots of interesting things.

I walked closer to it to see jewelries, pictures and other stuff. I looked at the jewelries and one caught my eye. A shark tooth earring with gold wiring wrapping around the tooth. I picked it up. Why does it seem so familiar? I put it down and glanced around more. There was a pendant; it had a moonstone gem in the middle with lace-shaped wire surrounding it. This, too, was familiar. Why? As I looked closer to it, I realized the pendant was actually a locket. I opened the locket up just to encounter familiar face. I gasped, almost dropping the jewelry. I glanced back at the shark tooth and immediately recognized it.

“What’s wrong, Emma?” asked Glenn. I sort of ignored him and glanced more around. Behind couple of used cups, a picture caught my eye. I reached over and grabbed it. It was a Polaroid picture; Eric was carrying it when the apocalypse took place. In the picture, Eric, Jessica, Anne and I were posing in front of the camera. With a red pen, Bill had crossed out Eric, Jessica and Anne’s face, leaving out mine.

“Emma. Talk to us.”

“He…he kept souvenirs. He kept souvenirs. This is Eric’s.” I held up the earring. “This is Jessica.” I held up the locket. I set everything down and grab the picture. “He stole this picture from Eric and used it a killing list. He was looking for me. But the thing was, he didn’t know I was right behind all this time.” I gave the picture to Daryl.

“Man, I thought I saw all of the fuck’d up I have seen….but clearly I haven’t.” hissed Daryl in disgust. He simply shook his head as he walked out of the room. I was disgusted, horrified and furious. How dare he take the stuff that belong to the people he had killed? Who does he think he was? A mighty, feared killer?

I grabbed any stuff that I recognized and stuffed it in my pocket. The rest…I left it as it was. I ripped the Polaroid in pieces and threw it on the floor. I turned around to see Glenn and T-Dog watching me. “We need help moving this stuff.” Finally accepting that I won’t cry, they nodded and went to Daryl to tell him the plan. They returned with the hunter who looked confused.

“We can’t carry all this stuff. It will make us slower. It will get dark soon and walking with this heavy weight might be a problem to us.” I explained and he nodded, thinking deeply.

“Should one of us go back and get a car?” asked Glenn.

“That sounds great. Two should go and two should stay back and protect the supplies.” I said, looking at Daryl. Glenn and T-Dog chose by themselves that they will go and fetch the car. They started to leave when a thought come to my mind. “Oh, and guys?”

They turned around, looking at me expectantly.

“Try not to get Shane with you because I know he will try to come. Grab Rick and Morales or
anyone but not Shane. I don’t think he is right person for this job.” I said and both of them nodded. They left the room and few seconds later, I heard the front door open and close.

Daryl turned towards me and sighed. “I am glad they are not going to bring Shane. I don’t need his shit now. As a warning, even if you bring the cure for the undead, Shane is never going to like you.”

“I don’t care if he likes me or not. It’s not high school anymore.”

Comments

@DixonVixen
Thanks. I will put that in mind

@DixonVixen
Thanks. I will put that in mind

I'd love to see a follow up - Shane and Lori coming back, and Rick and Emma are married or something. Awesome story.

ihatethesnow ihatethesnow
8/30/15

amazing story

Blakeray Blakeray
9/18/14

I really like this story ._. So like ... Update soon Or whatever ._.

MrsReedus MrsReedus
6/25/14