Probably the Last German || Walking Dead x OC [Indefinite Hiatus]

Vatos Mix-up Before Nightfall

After I sat down, Daryl kicked me in the gut, before pointing his crossbow at T-Dog, causing Rick to point his gun at him. "I won't hesitate, I don't care if every walker in the city hears it," Rick stated, causing Daryl to put his crossbow down to his side. "Ehrlich gesagt habe ich bekommen, was ich verdient habe (To be honest, I got what I deserved)," I stated in a strained voice, as Glenn translated what I said to Rick. "I guess the saw blade was too dull for the handcuffs," Daryl stated, looking back at where the hand was, "Ain't that a bitch." "Sorry for throwing it, got angry about something," I apologized. "He must've used a tourniquet... Maybe his belt," Daryl continued examining what happened, ignoring what I had said, "Be much more blood if he didn't." He then started following the trail of blood, the rest of us following him after T-Dog grabbed the tools.

We then began making our way down the stairs the blood trailed on, as Daryl started shouting for Merle. After a couple of flights, we continued following the blood, walking into a room that had biter that Daryl shot. Making our way down the hall, we saw two biters laying on the floor dead, as Daryl mentioned that Merle was able to kill them. Him and Rick then started talking about how tough Merle supposedly was, as I grabbed a box of sharpened pencils, and put them in my backpack after updating a calendar I had. After a few minutes, we entered a kitchen, and saw a stove top with an eye burning. Rick then picked up a cooking utensil, telling Glenn that it was skin on it after he asked what it was. "Cauterized the thing?" I asked, not remembering some of my english, as Rick nodded. "Told you he was tough," Daryl stated, "Nobody can kill Merle but Merle." "Don't take that on faith," Rick countered his point, "He's lost a lot of blood." I sighed as we continued looking around, while Daryl kept talking. "He left the building? Why the hell would he do that?" Glenn questioned. "Smell of burnt flesh," I stated, "Probably smells good to biters."

"That, and as far he knows, he's alone out there, doing what he's gotta do," Daryl added, "Surviving." "You call that surviving?" T-Dog questioned, "Just wandering out in the streets, maybe passing out? What are his odds out there?" Daryl then rebutted, as I sighed and wiped my face with my shirt. "I don't have any deal in that," I stated, as Daryl shrugged, in somewhat of an agreement. Daryl and Rick then started bickering, as I looked around and grabbed some canned food, putting what I could in my backpack, trying to save some space for other essentials, and I organized the clothes I grabbed earlier. Once they came to an agreement, I glanced back at them, taking a sip of my water, before grabbing my spear once I put my water back. "Mach dir keine Sorgen, mir eine Waffe zu leihen, ich habe meinen Speer (Don't worry about lending me a weapon, I have my spear)," I said, as Rick kinda understood what I said, before we made our into an office to come up with a plan.

They talked about it, as I listened to it, despite playing a crossword since I didn't have anything to say. I glanced over a few times to see the makeshift map they were using so everyone understood how it was going to be executed. "Hey, kid, what did you do before all this?" Daryl asked Glenn. "Deliver pizzas, why?" Glenn answered, as Rick and Daryl glanced at each other. We all then made our way to our planned spots, as I made sure no biters followed me, Rick, and T-Dog, stabbing any that were resting against a wall. Once we got to our position, and I saw Glenn grabbing the guns, we heard someone shouting "Ayudame". "Scheisse!" I exclaimed, as we began running back to where Daryl was. Once we got to him, we saw him attacking a dude with a chain necklace. Rick then stopped him, as Daryl explained what happened. "What!?!" I shouted, before Rick told us to run back to the lab, as T-Dog dragged the dickhead with us.

Rick then began interrogating him once we got back, while T-Dog made sure I didn't attack him. After some comment he made about Merle, Daryl tried to attack him, as Rick kept him from doing so. I managed to slip past T-Dog as he didn't pay attention, and punched the dickhead in the nose, breaking it and giving him a nosebleed. "Either you talk, or I World War 2 your ass," I threatened, after T-Dog quickly pulled me away, and I pushed him off me. "The men you were with took our friend, all we want to do is talk to them, see if we can work something out," Rick stated, after the guy huddled into a corner away from me. "Alright, but keep that Kraut away from me," he stated, making Rick look back at me.