Tell it to the Frogs and Vatos

One day we were a happy family, sort of. Sure, mom and dad fought a lot, but we were always still together at the end of the day. At least, until a few months ago. Dad got shot in the chest and was left in a coma. That's when the outbreak started. The city was taken in a few days. Shane, my dad's colleague and best friend, took us. We wanted to get dad, but Shane told us he was dead. We had no time to grieve, we had to leave.

"Hey, mom?" I asked as I walked into her and Carl's tent and saw my mom folding some clothes.

"Yeah?" She replied.

"Have you seen my bow? I left it by the fire and I can't find it." I said.

Mom went to the corner of the tent and picked up my bow and arrows, "Why do you need it?"

"I'm going on a huntin' trip with Daryl." I answered.

"Honey, I want you-" Mom started.

"Mom. I'll be fine. I'll be with Daryl. You can't keep me in here forever, ya know."

"Just, be careful." she said, handing my stuff.

"I'll see ya in a while." I replied before leaving the tent.

I walked over to Daryl's area and he was sitting on a log, tying his boots.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Yep." He replied, standing up and grabbing his crossbow.

We spent the night in the woods. A few hours earlier we caught a few squirrels, but they can only have so much meat. The next day Daryl and I tracked a deer. I shot it's leg, but it could still run. Daryl put two bows into it's rear and it still ran.

"Damn, that thing just won't quit. Come on." He said before we chased after it, towards camp.

We walked, following the deer's blood until we came into a clearing. I saw the deer on the ground, dead, but with a gaping hole in it's neck. I also didn't fail to see Shane pointing a gun at us, and a walker's body and head lying few feet from the dead deer.

"Son of a bitch." Daryl said walking to the deer, "That was our deer. Look at it. All gnawed on by this filthy, disease-bearing, motherless poxy bastard." Daryl said while kicking the walker's body.

"Calm down, son, that's not helping." Dale replied.

I sighed and grabbed my arrow from the deer's leg and grabbed Daryl's arrows.

"What do you know about it, old man? Why don't you take that stupid hat and go back to 'On Golden Pond'?" Daryl snapped back.

Daryl isn't usually that mean. He's just worried about his brother. He didn't go on the mission to the city, Merle said that he would slow them down. That's why I asked Daryl if he wanted to go hunting. He was upset and cranky.

"We'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 this chewed up part right here?" Daryl asked, motioning to the neck that the walker gnawed on.

"I would not risk that." Shane replied.

"That's a damn shame." Daryl commented.

"We got some squirrels. About a dozen or so." I said.

"That'll have to do." Daryl said.

I looked over at the walker's head as it started to move.

"Oh god." I heard Amy say.

"Come on people, what the hell?" Daryl said before shooting the eye with his crossbow and taking it back out, "It's gotta be the brain. Don't y'all know nothin'?"

Daryl walked toward the camp and I noticed a man whose back was turned to me. But when he turned back around I dropped my bow, "Daddy?"

"Arabella." He gasped.

I let out a small sob before running to him and hugging him and he lifted me up.

"Y-you were dead. Shane told us. You're dead." I whispered.

"Shhh, I'm here, sweetheart, I'm here." Dad replied.

"Merle, get your ass out here! I brought back some squirrel, let's stew 'em up!" Daryl said.

"Daryl, slow up a bit. I need to talk to you." Shane said.

I stepped away from dad and watched as Shane put his gun in his jeep.

"About what?"

"About Merle," Shane answered, "There was a problem in Atlanta."

Everyone watched, waiting to see Daryl's reaction.

"He dead?"

"We're not sure." Shane replied.

"He either is or he ain't." Daryl said.

"No easy way to say this so I'll just say it." Dad said, walking toward Shane and Daryl.

"Who are you?"

"Rick Grimes." Dad answered.

"Your dad?" Daryl asked, looking past my dad and at me.

I nodded.

"I thought he was dead." Daryl said.

"So did I." I relied, staring at Shane.

"Well, Rick Grimes, you got somethin' you want to tell me?"

"Your brother was a danger to us all, so I handcuffed him in a roof, hooked him to a piece of metal." Dad said. "He's still there."

Daryl turned around and wiped his eyes, "Hold on. Let me process this. You're sayin' that you handcuffed my brother to roof and you left him there?!"

"Yeah." Dad answered.

Daryl threw the squirrels at dad. Dad dodged them and Shane pushed Daryl to the ground.

"Hey!" T-dog said as Daryl took out his knife. "Watch the knife."

Daryl swung the knife at my dad and Shane grabbed him in a choke hold.

"Best you let me go!" Daryl yelled.

"Nah, I think it's better if I don't." Shane replied.

"Choke hold's illegal." Daryl grunted.

"You can make a file complaint." Shane responded. "Come on, man, we can keep this up all day."

"I'd like to have a calm discussion on this topic. Do you think we can mange that." Daryl didn't answer, "Do you think we can manage that?"

"Yeah." Daryl answered and Shane threw him to the ground.

"What I did was not on a whim." Dad said, crouching down next to Daryl, "Your brother does not work or play well with others."

It's not Rick's fault. I had the key." T-Dog said. "I dropped it."

"You couldn't pick it up?" Daryl asked.

"Well, I dropped it in a drain."

Daryl snorted and looked at the ground before standing up and walking toward T-Dog, "If it's supposed to make me feel better, it don't."

"Well, maybe this will. Look, I chained the door to the roof so the geeks couldn't get at him, with a padlock." T-Dog replied.

"It's gotta count for something." Dad said.

Daryl wiped his eyes again, "Hell with all y'all. Just tell me where he is so's I can go get him."

"He'll show you." Mom said. "Isn't that right?"

Dad looked around before nodding, "I'm going back."

Mom turned around and walked into the RV. Dad sighed and I saw Daryl grab his crossbow. I went into my tent to change.

"So you and Daryl, that's your big plan?" Mom asked.

I saw dad turn around and look at Glenn.

"Oh, come on." Glenn groaned.

"You know the way. You've been there before, in and out, no problem. You said so yourself. It's not fair of me to ask, I know that, but I'd feel a lot better with you along. I know she would, too." Dad said, looking back at mom.

"That's just great. Now you're gonna risk three men, huh?" Shane said.

"Four."

We all looked back at T-Dog.

"My day just gets better and better, don't it?" Daryl asked, cleaning his arrows.

"You see anyone else here stepping up to save your brother's cracker ass?" T-Dog asked.

"Why you?" Daryl questioned.

"You wouldn't begin to understand. You don't speak my language." T-Dog answered.

"That's four." Shane said.

"Five." I piped in.

"No." Mom said immediately.

"I'm not a kid anymore, mom. I can handle myself." I argued.

"That's not it, Arabell-" Mom started.

"I want to help, mom. End of discussion." I interrupted before sitting down on a log.

"Five. It's not just five people you're putting at risk, you're putting everyone at risk. Just know that, Rick. Come on, you saw that walker. It was here. It was in camp. They're moving out of the cities. They come back we need every able body we've got. We need 'em here, we need 'em to protect camp." Shane said.

"It seems to me what you really need most here are more guns." Dad replied.

"Right, the guns." Glenn said.

"What guns?" Shane asked.

"Six shotguns, two high-powered rifles, over a dozen hand guns. I cleaned out the cage back at the station before I left. I dropped the bag in Atlanta when I got swarmed. It's just sitting there on the street, waiting to be picked up." Dad replied.

"Ammo?" Shane responded.

"700 rounds." Dad answered.

"You went through hell to find us. You just got here and you're gonna turn around and leave?" Mom asked. "To hell with the guns. Shane's right. Merle Dixon? He's not worth one of our lives, even with guns thrown in." Mom said before standing up, "Tell me. Make me understand."

"I owe a debt to a man I met and his little boy. Lori, if they hadn't taken me in, I'd have died. It's because of them that I made it back to you at all. They said they'd follow me to Atlanta. They'll walk into the same trap I did if I don't warn him." Dad said, walking up to mom.

"What's stopping ya?" Mom asked.

"The walkie-talkie, the one in the bag I dropped. He's got the other one, our plan was to connect once he got closer." Dad answered.

"These our walkies?" Shane asked.

"Yeah."

"So use the C.B, what's wrong with that?" Andrea asked.

"The C.B's fine. Its the walkies, that suck to crap, date back to the 70's, don't match any other bandwidth, not even the scanners in our cars." Shane answered.

"I need that bag." Dad said to mom.

Mom looked down and dad walked over to Carl, "Okay?"

"All right." Carl replied.

I went back to my tent to grab my bow and arrows, my knife, and my hand gun. I strapped my gun to my waistband of my jeans and holstered my knife to my outer thigh when I heard a honk.

"Come on, let's go!" I heard Daryl yell.

I put my arrows on my back before walking out of my tent. I hugged Carl and told mom I'd be back before getting into the back of the van. Glenn and dad were in the seats while Daryl, T-Dog and I sat in the back.

"He'd better be okay." Daryl said to T-dog after a while of silence. "It's only my word on the matter."

"I told you the geeks can't get at him. The only thing that's gonna get through those doors is us."

The truck stopped and Glenn turned to us, "We walk from here."

We got out and started walking on the rail road tracks. We got to the bridge and we went through a hole that was in the fence.

"Merle first or the guns?" Dad asked.

"Merle!" Daryl answered. "We ain't having this conversation!"

"We are." dad said before turning to Glenn, "You know the geography. It's your call."

"Merle's closest. The guns would mean doubling back. Merle first." Glenn said.

We were able to avoid the walkers and get into the department store where dad was earlier in the week. There was one walker behind the register and dad made signals to Daryl. He moved forward, in front of the walker.

"Damn, you are one ugly skank." Daryl said, raising his crossbow.

The walker started to move toward him before Daryl shot the arrow into it's skull. He walked to it and retrieved his arrow. After we made sure there were no more walkers we walked up the flights of stairs to the door of the roof. T-Dog used the bolt cutters to cut the lock and Daryl kicked the door open.

"Merle! Merle!"

We walked over to what supposedly dad and T-Dog left Merle handcuffed. All that was left was a small pool of blood, a saw, a hand, and bloody handcuffs, still connected to the piece of metal.

"No! No!" Daryl yelled.

It then became silent for a moment before Daryl pointed his crossbow at T-Dog and dad pointed his gun at Daryl.

"I won't hesitate. I don't care if every walker in the city hears it." Dad said.

Daryl lowered his weapon and it looked like he was gonna break down and start crying at any moment. He blinked a few times, "You got a do-rag or somethin'?"

T-Dog reached into his pants pocket and handed Daryl a bandana. He grabbed it and turned back to the hand and layed down the bandana.

"I guess the saw blade was too dull for the handcuffs." He said before grabbing Merle's hand by the pinkie, "Ain't that a bitch."

Daryl put the hand onto the bandana and wrapped it up. He then stood up and put it into Glenn's bag, "He must have used a tourniquet, maybe his belt. Be much more blood if he didn't."

Dad, T-Dog, and Glenn started to pack up the tool bag that fell and I followed the blood trail with Daryl. We walked into the building that was on the room,

"Merle! You down here?" Daryl asked as we walked down stairs.

I looked up and saw that Glenn and Dad were following behind me. Dad nodded at me and we walked down the rest of the steps. We split up, I was with dad and Glenn was with Daryl, and searched the bottom for any walkers. We met back up and walked into a room with two walkers, dead, on the ground.

"Had enough in him to take out these two sumbitches... one handed." Daryl said. "Toughest asshole I ever met, my brother. Feed him a hammer and he's crap out nails."

"Any man can pass out from blood loss." Dad said, walking toward the next room, "No matter how tough he is."

We kept following the trail of blood through the rooms.

"Merle!"

"We're not alone in here. Remember?" Dad said to Daryl.

"Screw that. He could be bleeding out. You said so yourself." Daryl replied.

We came into what looked like a kitchen and the stove was on. There was a belt and blood all over the counter.

"What's that burnt stuff?" Glenn asked.

"Skin." Dad answered. "He cauterised the stump."

"Told you he was tough." Daryl said. "Nobody can kill Merle but Merle."

"Don't take that on faith. He's lost a lot of blood." Dad responded.

"Yeah? Didn't stop him from busting out of this death trap." Daryl said, walking to the window where glass was shattered.

"He left the building?" Glenn asked, "Why the hell would he do that?"

"Why wouldn't he? He's out there alone as far as he knows, doing what he's got to do." Daryl answered. "Surviving."

"You call that surviving?" T-Dog asked. "Just wandering out in the streets, maybe passing out? What are his odds out there?"

"No worse than being handcuffed and left to rot by you sorry pricks." Daryl answered before turning to dad, "You couldn't kill him. Ain't so worried about some poor dead bastard."

"What about 1,000 poor dead bastards? Different story?" Dad replied.

"Why don't you take a tally? Do what you want. I'm gonna go get him."

"Daryl, wait." My dad said, pushing him back.

"Get your hands off me! You can't stop me."

"I don't blame you. He's family, I get that. I went through hell to find mine. I know exactly how you feel. He can't get far with that injury. We could help you check a few blocks around but only if we keep a level head." Dad said.

"I can do that." Daryl replied.

"Only if we get those guns first." I said.

We walked further into the building and found an office area,

"You're not doing this alone." Rick told Glenn.

Glenn came up with a plan and told us.

"Even I thin it's a bad idea and I don't even like you very much." Daryl said.

"It's a good idea, okay, if you just hear me out." Glenn replied. "If we go out there in a group, we're slow, drawing attention. If I'm alone, I can move fast. Look,"

Glenn grabbed a clip and set it down on the sharpie-drawn floor, "That's a tank, five blocks from where we are now." He then put a crumpled up sticky-not next to the clip, "And that's the bag of guns." He then pointed at the floor, "Here's the alley I dragged you into when we first met. That's where Daryl and I will go."

"Why me?" Daryl asked.

"Your crossbow is quieter than his gun." Glenn answered, motioning to dad.

Glenn then put down a sticky-note dispenser where Daryl would be, "I run up th street, grab the bag."

"You got us elsewhere?" Dad asked.

"You, Arabella, and T-Dog, right." Glenn grabbed an eraser an put it farther away from the tank and Daryl. "You guys will be in the alley here."

"Two blocks away? Why?" I asked.

"I may not be able to come back the same way. Walkers might cut me off. If that happens, I won't go back to Daryl. I'll go forward instead, all the way around to the that alley where you guys are. Whichever direction I go, I got you in both places to cover me. Afterwards, we'll all meet up here." Glenn answered.

"Hey kid, what'd you do before all this?" Daryl asked.

"Delivered pizzas, why?"

A few minutes later we went to the spots Glenn told us to go. Dad, T-Dog and I were hiding along th side of a building when we heard someone yelling, "Ayudame!"

"That ain't Daryl's or Glenn's voice." I whispered.

"Let's go." Dad said before we took off running to the alley where Daryl was. When we got there, we saw Daryl by the fence, at his feet was the bag of guns, a boy wearing a wife- beater and jeans, but no Glenn.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop it!" Dad yelled at Daryl when he threw the kid against the wall.

"I'm gonna kick your nuts up into you throat!" Daryl threatened at the kid.

"Let me go!" The kid yelled when we pinned him against the wall.

"They took Glenn, that little bastard and his little bastard homie friends!" Daryl yelled. "I'm gonna stomp your ass!"

"Guys! Guys! We're cut off!" T-Dog yelled, pointing at the walkers that we trying to break through the fence.

"Get to the lab! Go!" Dad yelled pointing behind us.

T-Dog grabbed the kid and we ran. I looked behind me and saw Dad and Daryl running behind us. After we got back to where we were, we put the kid in a chair and started questioning him.

"Those men you were with, we need to know where they went." Dad said.

"I ain't telling you nothing." The kid answered.

"Jesus, kid. What the hell happened back there?" T-Dog asked.

"I told you, this little turd and his douchebag friends came out of nowhere and jumped me." Daryl said, pacing behind my dad and I.

"You're the one who jumped me, puto screaming about trying to find his brother like it's my damn fault." He replied.

"They took Glenn. Could taken Merle, too." Daryl responded.

"Merle? What kind of hick name is that? I wouldn't name my dog Merle."

Daryl grabbed onto dad's shoulder and tried to kick the kid.

"Damn it, Daryl. Back off." Dad said, pushing him back.

Daryl then walked to Glenn's bag and pulling out the bandana that had the hand wrapped up in.

"Want to see what happened to the last guy who pissed me off?" Daryl asked, unwrapping the hand, looking at us before tossing it in te kid's lap.

The kid screamed and threw the hand a way before falling off the chair, screaming.

"Start with the feet this time." Daryl said, pinning the kid to the ground.

Dad walked over and grabbed Daryl by the shirt and pulled him off.

"The men you were with took out friend. All we want to do is talk to them, see if we can work somethin' out." Dad said.

The kid told us where his group was and we went there, taking him with us. We were sitting outside the wall, loading out weapons.

"Sure you're up for this?" Dad asked me.

"I'll be fine." I replied.

"ALright. let's go."

T-Dog grabbed the bag of guns and walked away.

"One wrong move, you get an arrow to the ass. Just so you know." Daryl threatened the kid.

"G's gonna take that arrow out of my ass, and shove it up yours. Just so you know." The kid replied.

"G?" Dad questioned.

"Guillermo. He's the man here."

"Okay then." Dad cocks the gun, "Let's go see Guillermo."

Daryl kicks the kid and he gets up. Dad went through the window first, followed by the kid, Daryl and I. Dad had the kid go first as we walked toward the doors, and we had our weapons pointed toward him. We walked, looking around, before the kid stopped in front of two big, red doors. They opened and a dark skinned man walked out.

"You okay, little man?" He asked.

"They're gonna cut off my feet, carnal."

"Cops do that?" The man asked.

"Not him. This redneck puto here." The kid said, motioning to Daryl. "He cut off some dude's hand, man. He showed it to me."

"Shut up." Daryl replied.

"Hey, that's that vato right there, man. He shot me in the ass with an arrow." A bald man came out, pointing a gun at Daryl, "What's up, Homes?"

"Chill, Ese, chill." The first man said, lowering the guy's arm. "This true? He wants Miguelito's feet? That's pretty sick, man."

"We were hoping more for a calm discussion." Dad replied.

"That hillbilly jumps Felipe's little cousin, beats on him, threatens to cut off his feet, Felipe gets an arrow in the ass and you want a calm discussion?" The leader asked. "You fascinate me."

"Heat of the moment." Dad said, "Mistakes were made on both sides."

The leader motioned to Daryl, "Who's that dude to you anyway? You don't look related."

"He's one of out group, more or less." I answered.

"I'm sure you have a few like him." Dad said.

"You got my brother in there?" Daryl asked.

"Sorry, we're fresh out of white boys. But I've got asian if you're interested."

"I have one of yours, you have one of mine. Sounds like an even trade." Dad replied.

"Doesn't sound even to me." The guy said.

"G. Come on, man." The kid begged.

"My people got attacked. Where's the compensation for their pain and suffering? More to the point, where's my bag of guns?" He asked.

"Guns?" Dad questioned.

"The bag Miguel saw in the street. The bag Felipe and Jorge were going back to get. That bag of guns." The leader answered.

"You're mistaken." Dad replied.

"I don't think so."

"About it being yours. It's my bag of guns." Dad responded.

"It was in the street. Anybody could come around and say it was theirs. I'm supposed to take your word?" He asked.

"Considering the bag said 'sheriff' on it and he's a sheriff, yeah, you should take his word." I said.

He ignored me, "What's to stop my people from unloading on you right here and now? And I take what's mine?"

"You could do that." Dad looked behind him, and on top of a building was T-Dog aiming a gun at the leader. "Or not."

He smirked, "Oye"

We looked up and saw two men dragging someone with a bag on their head to the edge of the roof and took of the bag, it was Glenn.

"I see two options. You come back with Miguel and my bag of guns, everybody walks. Or you come back lock and loaded, we'll see which side spills more blood." The leader smirked and raised his eyebrows at us before walking back inside, followed by the other men and they close the door.

"Them guns are worth more than gold. Gold won't protect your family or put food on the table. You willing to give that up for that kid?" Daryl said when dad opened the bag of guns when we got back to the building.

"If I knew we'd get Glenn back, I might agree. But you think that vato across the way is just gonna hand him over?" T-Dog asked.

"You callin' G a lair?" Miguel asked.

"Are you apart of this?" Daryl asked before smacking the kid upside the head, "You wanna hold onto your teeth?"

"Question is, do you trust that man's words?" T-Dog questioned dad.

"No, question is what are ya willing to bet on it? Could be more than them guns. Could be your life. Glenn worth that to you?" Daryl asked.

Dad put his gun in his holster, "What life I have owe to him. I was nobody to Glenn, just some idiot stuck in a tank. He could have walked away, but he didn't. Neither will I."

"So you're gonna hand the gun's over?" I asked.

"I didn't say that." Dad looked around at us, "There's nothin' keeping you three here. You should get out, head back to camp."

"And tell mom and Carl what?"

We stood in silence before Daryl reached over and grabbed a gun.

"Come on, this is nuts." Miguel said, standing up.

He shut up right away when Daryl forced him to sit back down.

"Just do like G says."

We ignored Miguel and loaded the guns. Once they were loaded we tied a cloth over Miguel's mouth and headed back toward where we met his group. When the red doors opened, Daryl pushed the kid inside and we followed. We were surrounded by people with their guns aimed at us and G walked to dad.

"I see my guns but they're not all in the bag."

"That's because they're not yours. I thought I mentioned that." Dad replied.

"Let's just shoot these fools right now, ese. All right? Unload on their asses, ese." Felipe told G.

"I don't think you fully appreciate the gravity of the situation." G said.

"No, I'm pretty clear." Dad said before taking out a knife and cutting Miguel free. "You have your man, I want mine."

"I'm gonna chop up your boy. I'm gonna feed them to my dogs. They're the evilest, nastiest man-eating bitches you ever saw. I picked them up from Satan at a yard sale. I told you how it has to be. Are you woefully deaf?" G replied.

"No, my hearing is just fine. You said come locked and loaded." We all cocked our guns and everyone else repeated the action. "Okay then, we're here."

"Felipe! Felipe!" I heard a woman yell behind G.

"Abuela, go back with the others, now." Felipe replied as an old woman walked to Felipe.

"Get that old lady out of the line of fire." Daryl said.

"Abuela, listen to your mijo, okay?" G asked. "This is not the place for you right now."

"Mr. Gilbert is having trouble breathing. He needs his asthma stuff. Carlito didn't find it. He needs his medicine." The lady said to Felipe.

I lowered my gun and watched her.

"Felipe, go take care of it, okay? And take your grandmother with you."

Felipe started speaking in spanish to his grandmother.

"Who are those people?" She asked while walking toward us, "Don't you take him. Felipe's a good boy. He have his trouble but he pull himself together. We need him here."

"Ma'am, we're not here to arrest your grandson." Dad said.

"Then what do you want him for?" The lady asked.

"He's helping us find a missing person." I butted in. "A fella named Glenn."

"The asian boy?" Felipe's grandmother asked me. "He's with Mr. Gilbert." She grabbed my hand, "Come, come, I'll show you. He needs his medicine."

Dad, Daryl, and T-Dog were behind me, following Felipe's grandmother and I. Felipe was also following us. We walked outside and into another building. We walked down a hall and into what looked like and auditorium. Felipe walked ahead of us and to a man who was in a wheelchair and people were gathered around him. Felipe put an inhaler into the man's mouth and helped him breathe better.

"What the hell is this?" Dad asked.

"An asthma attack." Glenn answered, looking at us, "Couldn't get his breath all of the sudden."

"I thought you were being eaten by dogs, man." T-Dog said to Glenn.

Glenn looked behind him and we saw three little Chihuahuas.

"The little ones are always feisty." I commented.

"Could I have a word with you?" Dad asked G.

After G and dad talked we followed G into an employees lounge. Dad set the bag of guns down on a chair, we all sat down except for dad.

"What about the rest of your crew?"

"The vatos trickled in to check on their parents, their grandparents. They see how things are and most decide to stay. It's a good thing, too. We need the muscle. The people we've encountered since things fell apart, the worst kind, plunderers, the kind that take by force." G answered.

"That's not how we are." Dad replied.

"How was I to know? My people got attacked and you show up with Miguel hostage- appearances." G responded.

"Guess the world changed." T-Dog said.

"No. It's the same as it ever was. The weak get taken." G replied, "So we do what we can here. The vatos work on those cars, talk about getting the old people out of the city. But most can't even get to the bathroom by themselves, so that's just a dream. Still, it keeps the crew bust, and that's worth something. So we barred all the windows, welded all the doors shut except for one entrance. The vatos, they go out, scavenge what they can to keep us going. We watch the perimeter night and day and we wait. The people here, they all look to me now. I don't even know why."

"Because they can." Dad answered and handed G his gun.

Dad unzipped the bag and gave G half of our guns and ammo.

"Admit it, we only came back to Atlanta for the hat." I said to dad as we walked back to the truck.

"Don't tell anybody." Dad joked.

"You've given away half our guns and ammo." Daryl said.

"Not nearly half." Dad replied.

"For what? Bunch of old farts who are gonna die off momentarily anyhow? Seriously, how long do you think they got?"

"How long do any of us?" Dad questioned.

We all looked past the fence where the van used to be parked.

Used to be.

"Oh my god."

"Where the hell is our van?" Daryl asked.

"We left it right there. Who would take it?" Glenn questioned.

"Merle." Dad answered.

"He's gonna be taking some vengeance back to camp." Daryl told us.

I sighed before walking to the hole we made in the fence we made and went through it.

"Come on, we don't have much time before it gets dark."

We were jogging up the hill on a dirt road toward the camp when the sun was starting to set. Then we heard screaming.

"The camp." I whispered.

"Let's go!" Dad yelled and we sprinted to camp.

There were walkers everywhere. We started shooting at them. We were too late. Many people have already died.

"Arabella, go behind Shane!" Dad yelled at me.

I nodded and started to run to them before something grabbed my hair. I screamed and I heard a walker's growl. I couldn't shoot at it. I struggled until I felt it go limp. I turned around and saw the walker on the ground with an arrow in it's head.

"Run, Bella!" Daryl yelled at me.

I ran over to mom and Carl who hugged me.

"Baby! Carl!" I heard dad say and he fell to his knees.

"Dad!" Carl yelled before hugging dad.

It was over. All the walker's that were in camp are now dead. We were all in a bog family hug before I saw Andrea over Amy's bloody body.

"Amy!" Andrea yelled over and over.

"I remember my dream now. Why I dug the holes."