Hidden Among The Dead [Rewrite In Progress]

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[Rewritten 3/16/2021]

Chapter 7 - Fleas Keep Better Company

[3rd person's POV]

"I'm going to kick your nuts up in your throat!" Daryl yelled, lunging at the boy.

Rick held him back.

"Easy there, woah!" Rick warned.

Daryl paced back and forth trying to get to the kid.

"That little bastard took Glenn and the broad," he yelled. "Him and his bastard friends!"

The number of walkers grew as they lunged at the fence. Their fingers and faces pressed against the chain link fence.

They knew they didn't have much time before they were overrun. The numbers weren't looking good for them.

"Get to the lab go," Rick yelled. "We're cut off!"

Rick grabbed the guns and followed T-dog, who was forcing the kid forward.

Inside the lab, the kid sat tied to the chair, face bloody from the earlier fight.

"This turd and his douchebag friend jumped me." Daryl fumed, trudging up to the kid.
"You jumped me, puto." he spat back.

Daryl continued to pace in glaring at the kid.

"He took Glenn, that broad. Hell, he could've taken Merle too!" Daryl continued to rant.

"Merle," the kid laughed. "I wouldn't even name my dog Merle, what kind of hick name is that?"

Daryl kicked his feet at the kid before Rick stopped him.

"I oughta' kick your teeth down your throat." Daryl threatened.

Instead of doing this, Daryl threw his brother's hand at the kid before grabbing his collar.

"You want to try me again," Daryl spat. "I'll start with the feet this time."

Again, Rick had to pull Daryl off of him.

The kid reluctantly led them to the outside of their facility.

"One wrong move, you get an arrow in this ass." Daryl spat at the kid.
"And G will take it out of mine and shove it up yours. Just so you know." The kid quipped back.

"G?" Rick asked.
"Guillermo." Answered the kids.
"Well let's go see this Guillermo."

They stood out front of their door as they slowly creaked open.

Guillermo stepped out looking at the group.

Rick and Guillermo talked back and forth before Daryl interrupted.

"You got my brother in there?" he spat.
"Sorry, fresh out of white boy," Guillermo stated. "However, white girl and an Asian? Just in market."
"You've got ours, I have yours. Let's make a trade." Rick stated, motioning to Miguelito.
"Doesn't see fair does it," Guillermo continued, crossing his arms. "One of mine two of yours."
"It's a fair trade for his safety." Rick retorted.
"Safety? My people got attacked. More of it, where's my bag of guns?"
"Guns?"
"The guns Miguel saw, and Felipe and Jorge were going back for."
"You're mistaken."
"I don't believe so."

Things were getting tense between the two. Neither was budging. The squabbling continues.

Rick was not giving up those guns. These guns were needed to protect the camp. To protect people. To protect Lori. To protect Carl. He was not giving them up to anyone.