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Peaches & Softie

Chapter 5 (2/2): Tell It To The Frogs

Carter's P.O.V
It's been around two hours since I started hunting. The rope around my waist covered 'n squirrels and rabbits I killed. The blood dripping onto my jeans. I began tracking my steps back to camp. I slow down when I hear people screaming. I walk over and see the group around a geek eating a deer. Amy and Andrea look like they're about to heave up there breakfast as Glenn, Jim, Morales, Shane and Rick have disgusted faces. I roll my eyes and pull out my hunting knife, but Dale beats me to it by chopping the geek's head off with an axe.
" It's the first one we've had up here. They never come this far up the mountain." Dale then looks over at me and asks," Where have you been?"
They all look over at me for an answer as I just point to my waist. "Ugh, gross." I look over at Amy gagging at the dead squirrels and rabbits with my blood covered jeans as I roll my eyes. I hear branches snapping, making me grab my bow and an arrow and aim at the sound. A man comes out from the bushes with a rope of squirrels around his torso and a crossbow with an annoyed expression.
" Son of a bitch. That's my deer! Look at it. All gnawed on by this..." He then kicks the headless carcass while ranting, " Filthy, disease-bearing, motherless poxy bastard!"
" Calm down, son. That's not helping," Dales exclaims, trying to calm the guy down. ' Still a pain in the ass when you lose a deer after miles of hunting' I think before the man speaks again.
" What do you know about it, old man? Why don't you take that stupid hat and go back to 'on golden pond'? I've been tracking this deer for miles. Gonna drag it back to camp, cook us up some venison. What do you think? Do you think we can cut around the chewed up part right here?" I shake my head no as Shane says not to risk it.
" Damn shame. I got some squirrel, about a dozen or so. That'll have to do."
The geek then scares the group as the moves it mouth, trying to gnaw at us. I look to see Amy about to throw up. I roll my eyes again and shoot an arrow at it as the hunter shoots a bolt. He looks at me for a moment before asking, " Who 'da hell is she?"
" Her names Carter," Glenn answers for me, " From what I can tell she is a tracker and hunter too, Daryl."
He then scoffs before walking by me, hitting my shoulder. I roll my eyes and grunt, pulling my arrow and his bolt out of the geek's head and wipe them on my jeans, walking behind Daryl while sticking the bolt and arrow in my quiver.
" Merle! Merle! Get your ugly ass out here! I got us some squirrel! Lett's stew 'em up!" he yells. When he get's no response I can see a bit of concern cross his face.
" Daryl, just slow up a bit. I need to talk to you," Shane says making Daryl stop yelling.
" About what?"
" About Merle. There was a...," he stops trying to find the right words. " There was a problem in Atlanta."
" He dead?"
" We're not sure."
" He either is or he ain't!" he yells, making Rick intervene.
" No easy way to say this, so I'll just say it."
" Who are you?"
" Rick Grimes."
" Rick Grimes, you got something you want to tell me?"
" Your brother was a danger to us all, so I handcuffed him on a roof, hooked him to a piece of metal. He's still there."
Daryl then begins to pace. " Hold on. Let me process this. You're saying you handcuffed my brother to a roof and you left him there?!"
" Yeah." Daryl goes to attack Rick, luckily he shoves him off as I get in between them.
" Hey watch the knife, Dixon!" I yell at him as he pulls it out. He tries to slice Rick but cuts open my cheek as Shane puts Daryl in a chokehold.
" You'd best let me go!" Daryl croaks.
" Nah, I think it's better if I don't."
" Choke hold's illegal."
" You can file a complaint. Come on, man. We'll keep this up all day."
" I'd like to have a calm discussion on this topic. Do you think we can manage that? Do you think you can manage that?" Rick asks him.
Daryl gets out of the hold, getting up as T-Dog intervenes as Rick checks my cheek. " It's not Rick's fault. I had the key. I dropped it."
" You couldn't pick it up?"
" Well, I dropped it in a drain."
" If it's supposed to make me feel better, it don't."
" This will though jackass." I walk around Rick and move towards him so I'm a few feet away as I wipe the blood off my face, creating a red streak across my hand and cheek. " I was the last one to leave his ass. Chained the door with a padlock. Geeks ain't gettin' through, Dixon. He's alive. Happy?"
He then glares at me for a moment before yelling, " Hell with all y'all! Just tell me where he is so that I can go get him."
" You'll need our help," Rick states, making Lori scoff as she walks into the R.V.
After about half an hour Rick is back in his uniform and now arguing with Shane of course. " So you're gonna risk three men, huh?" Shane asks, waving his arms towards Daryl and Glenn.
" Four," T-Dog states.
" Five." They all turn to me as I walk over to them, adjusting my bow and quiver.
" You got hurt, maybe you should just stay and help the other women." I narrow my eyes a bit at Shane before speaking.
" And Merle beat my ass too, T-Dog's as well. I can help." Daryl lets out a small snort, making me look at him.
" Bitch, you can't do shit. Probably can't shoot a gun either."
" Required to shoot shit in the army asshole," I state as I show Rick my dog tags before hiding them under my jacket. " Plus you need someone fast enough to get your guns."
" Wait. What guns?" Shane questions.
Rick then begins to explain all about his guns as they begin to argue, then Lori gets into it as well. I blur out there voices as sit down and take apart my Glock and put it together. I repeat it three more times until Daryl honks the horn as I reload the magazine. " Come on, let's go!"
We all get in the van and begin driving. Rick and Glenn in the front, Daryl, me and T-Dog in the back.
" You sure he's alive?" Daryl questions making me look up from my hands.
" Hopefully," I mutter.
" 'Da hell you mean by that?" he questions, now leaning in close to me, T-Dog now listening as well.
" Gave him three choices: One; Wait for us to get him out. Two; Get his ass out by using the bolt cutters. Or...." I trail off, not wanting to say the last choice.
" What? What's the damn third?!" he yells, making T-Dog jump slightly.
" It's..." I clear my throat before speaking. " Cut himself out with a saw."

Carter's P.O.V
Daryl stopped talking for a while after I told him about Merle's choices. We got to the fence and T-Dog began cutting through it. We all go through and begin walking. Rick stops us, asking a question I didn't think would be one. " Merle first or guns?"
" Merle! We ain't having this conversation."
" We are. You know the geography. It's your call," he states motioning to Glenn.
" Merle's closest. The guns would mean doubling back. Merle first." They begin walking except for Daryl and me.
" Didn't think someone's life would be chosen over mega horns for geeks," I mutter. Daryl gives me a confused look as I follow them.
" 'Da hell does that mean?" he questions catching up to me.
" Which part?" I mutter.
" All of it."
" Wasn't a fan of 'im but should still save him first. Guns are mega horns to bring geeks over unless you have a silencer." It was silent between the two of us behind the group until he speaks again.
" Sorry." I'm now the one giving him a confused glance until he speaks again. " Didn't mean to slice you." I shrug before we go back to somewhat comfortable silence. I start messing with my gun, checking the magazine every minute before sticking it back in the band of my jeans.
" Will you stop doing that?" he asks with frustration and annoyance intertwined in his voice.
" Give me something else to calm my mind and hands then sure."
" Well it's hard to when you barely speak over a mutter," he snaps back.
" Give me something to do then I'll stop." I pause for a moment before speaking again. " Or you can leave me alone. Your choice Dixie."
" Whatever," he scoffs before walking to the front of the group with Glenn. Ricks looks back at me with a sincere expression. I shrug before continuing to reloading and checking my magazine. Over and over again.


Store
Carter's P.O.V
We make it inside the store and first thing we see is just one geek walking around.
" Damn. You are one ugly skank," Daryl states making it notice us. I roll my eyes as he aims and fires his arrow at it. He pulls it out before Rick begins moving towards the roof, us following.
We finally reach the roof and T-Dog finally cuts through the padlock. I take the chain off and push the door open before running to where he's supposed to be, Daryl right behind. I stop making Daryl run into me.
" 'Da hell you doing bitch?" I feel myself about to dry heave a but keep it down and just continue staring. He finally notices as the rest follow.

" No! No!" he yells trying as he tries to contain his sobs. We all stay silent as my face contorts in sadness and concern. ' He chose the saw.' His hand is the only thing here of him with an empty handcuff, as the bolt cutters never moved from the spot I left them in.

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