"The hell were you doing out there anyway?" Andrea asked Rick.
We watched as the walkers banged on the door - one even had a rock and was using it towards it leverage.
"Trying to flag the helicopter." Rick replied.
"Helicopter? Man, that's crap. There wasn' no damn helicopter." T-Dog exclaimed.
"You were chasing a hallucination - an imagination, it happens." Jacqui explained.
"I saw it." Rick was standing his ground but I highly doubt anyone would believe him - not in this situation.
"Hey T-Dog, try that CB." Morales told T-Dog.
He immediately began fiddling with the knobs, receiving only static.
"Can you contact the others?"
"Others? The refugee center." Rick questioned.
"Yeah, the refugee center. They've got biscuits waiting in the oven for us." I answered sarcastically.
"Got no signal." T-Dog informed us. "Maybe the roof?"
But once those words left his mouth, gunshots were heard from that direction.
"Oh no. Was that Dixon?" Andrea asked more as a statement. I groaned as we all ran in the direction of the steps leading us to the roof. We all ran up the spiral steps, Morales busting through the door and we were met with the face of Merle Dixon.
"Hey Dixon, are you crazy?!" Morales shouted but Merle simply laughed in response as he fired another shot.
"What the hell is wrong with you? You're just attracting more of them!" I yelled.
Merle turned around at my voice and began chuckling again. "Hey, you both outta be more polite to a man with a gun. Only common sense."
T-Dog jumped down from the ledge angrily. "Man, you wasting bullets we ain't even got. You're gonna bring more of them things down here on our ass man. Just chill."
Merle walked closer towards T-Dog, still clutching his shotgun. "You think I'm gonna take orders from you? I don't think so bro - that'll be the day."
T-Dog frowned and narrowed his eyes at Merle. "That'll be the day? You got something you wanna tell me?"
Morales tried to make peace between them but his attempt wasn't even acknowledged. Rick looked over at me as if he wanted to know if any of us were going to say anything. I shook my head in response. It was never good to get in anyone's 'affairs' in the camp especially when it had to do with Merle or his brother.
"You wanna know the day?" Merle asked.
T-Dog nodded. "Yeah."
"I'll tell ya the day, Mr. Yo, it's the day I take orders from a nigger."
T-Dog lunged at Merle, throwing a punch but Merle retorted by hitting in the face with the back of his shotgun. A fight broke out and Rick tried to intervene but was punched in the face and knocked to the ground by Merle. Everyone began shouting at Merle to stop and even Morales tried to help but was hit in the stomach by Merle. I helped Rick recover from his fall and pulled him up from off the ground. By now, T-Dog was on the ground and being beaten up by Merle. Dixon finally pulled out a gun a pointed it in T-Dog's face. T-Dog just lay there and waited for Merle's next move. Andrea started pleading with Merle not to do it as he held the gun firmly in his hands. He looked at us all, one by one, and then spit on T-Dog - rubbing it in his shirt. Merle stood up proudly after the ass-beating he had just given T-Dog. "Alright, we gonna have ourselves a pow-wow now, huh? Who's in charge? I vote me."
We all aided T-Dog and pulled him away from Merle as Jacqui began patting T-Dog's head with a cloth.
"Show of hands, ya'll. All in favor."
Morales was the first one to put his hand up and I groaned as he gave up so easily. Andrea, Jacqui and Glenn raised their hands in hesitation moments after and I reluctantly raised my hand - not wanting to aggravate Merle more.
"Yeah, that means I'm the boss, right? Anybody else? Huh? Anybody?" Merle asked.
"Yeah." Rick appeared behind Merle and hit in in the face with Merle's own gun. He took out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed one on Merle's wrist and the other on a pipe. Merle struggled to get loose from the handcuffs grip. "Who the hell are you man?"
"Officer friendly." Rick responded sarcastically. "Look here, Merle, things are different now. There are no 'niggers' anymore, no more dumb as shit, white trash inbred fool either - only dark meat and white meat. There's us and the dead. We survive this by pulling together, not apart."
"Screw you man."
"I can see you make a habit of missing the point."
"Yeah? Well screw you twice."
Rick had a look of annoyance on his face as he pointed his gun at Merle's head. "You outta be more polite to a man with a gun. Only common sense."
Our heavy breathing was the only audible noise with the exception of the dead and Rick held his gun on Merle's temple.
"You wouldn't. You're a cop."
"All I am anymore is a man looking for his wife and son. Anyone in the way of that's gonna lose. I'll give you a moment to think about that." Rick began searching for Merle for any weapons but instead found a little pouch with what I presume was some substance of a drug. "Got some on your nose there." Rick teased as he flicked his nose.
"What are you gonna do? Arrest me?" Merle chuckled but his laughter soon died out when Rick threw his 'source' out onto the streets of the city.
Merle began struggling against the handcuffs again. "Hey! What are you doing man?! That's my stuff! If I get loose, you better pray!"
Rick ignored him as Merle continued to yell. "We're on our own. It's up to us to find a way out."
Morales flashed a light on the sewer tunnel below. "This is it? You sure?"
Glenn, Andrea, Rick, Morales, Jacqui, and I were in the buildings basement looking for a way out through the sewers.
"I've really scoped out this place the other times I was here. It's the only thing in the building that goes down." I said as I lite the sewer with my flashlight. "But I've never gone down it."
"Who would want to right?" Glenn chuckled nervously. I glared at Glenn for ratting us out. Everyone knew me and Glenn were the ones who went on runs the most and we were pretty handy with sneaking in and out. Everyone looked over to Glenn and then to me and I sighed.
"Oh. Great." Glenn said grimly, realizing they wanted us to go down there.
"We'll be right behind you guys." Andrea reassured us.
"No you won't. Not you."
"Why not me? Think I can't?"
"I wasn't-" Glenn stuttered.
"Speak your mind." Rick told Glenn.
I rolled my eyes. "Look, until now, me and Glenn were the only ones who came here - in and out - grab a few things and no problem. The first time we bring a full group, everything goes to hell. If you want to go down this black hole, fine. But only if we do it our way. It's tight down there. If I'm running from something and have to get out quick, I don't want you all jammed up behind me and getting me killed. Rick, you've got Merle's gun and I've seen you shoot. I'd feel better if you were out in that store watching those doors and covering our ass."
"You've got the only other gun so you should go with him." I said to Andrea. "Jacqui, you and Morales stay up here. If something happens, yell down to us and get us back up here in a hurry."
Rick patted Glenn's shoulder. "Okay, everybody know's there jobs."
I put the flashlight in my mouth to have free hands and began climbing down the ladder - Glenn copying my actions. I got to the bottom and I could feel the milky brown water soak into my shoes. I signaled for Glenn to go first but he shook his head.
He smiled nervously. "No you go first. I'll protect you from behind."
I rolled my eyes and began walking through the dark tunnel. A mouse squeaked loudly and Glenn cringed and squealed. I rolled my eyes again and pushed the mouse carefully to the side with my shoe. We opened another door which lead through the same tunnel.
"Yeah, we got ourselves a sewer tunnel." I commented after finding a small gate that probably lead to the outside. We both shined our flashlights on it, trying inspect it.
Glenn looked towards me. "Can we cut through it?"
"If we had a blow torch. Sure. Dale's hacksaw sure as hell won't do it."
We heard a 'squishy' sound and we both shone our lights on it - finding a walker feeding on something. It groaned and reached out to us through the gates and we backed up, frightened.
It continued snarling at us and I could see the remains of a mouse in it's hands.