❛ SURVIVOR'S HEART ! ❜
chapter eight ―― bag of guns
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ CHARLIE FOLLOWED GLENN DOWN THE LADDER IN THE ALLEY, Daryl a few rungs above her, then she jumped down once Glenn had moved. When Daryl jumped down, they started towards the end of the alley, Glenn in front with the other two following. They stopped behind a dumpster and Daryl loaded his crossbow as Glenn pulled his plaid shirt off of his shoulders, leaving him in a dark blue t-shirt.
"You got some balls for a Chinaman." Daryl told him as Charlie tightened up her ponytail.
"He's Korean."
"Thank you." Glenn huffed, getting a nod from the girl as she pulled her knife from its sheath. "Ready?" He looked back at the girl before looking around the street.
"Let's go." She nodded and they made their way down the sidewalk, staying low to the ground and hiding behind cars, Charlie kept glancing around, making sure they were clear. They slowed a little to let some walkers pass before they ran and jumped over the pile of sandbags the army had left behind. Charlie rolled, scraping her shoulder on the pavement and she hissed in pain, but pushed herself up and kept moving. Glenn scooped up the bag of guns and turned to run away, Charlie ran past him and picked up Rick's hat before she stabbed a walker that got too close for comfort in the head. She yanked her knife from its skull and turned to run before it even hit the ground. When they got back to the alley they stopped, frozen as they watched two guys beat Daryl, one was kicking him and the other had a bat. Charlie rushed forward, throwing her weight into the guy with the bat and he stumbled before falling, but she managed to stay on her feet.
He swung the bat, once he was up again, and she jumped back, but it hit her shoulder - the same shoulder she had scraped up and she let out a cry of pain as she stumbled backwards into the wall. "That's it!" The guy with the bat shouted when he saw Glenn. "That's the bag, vato! Take it!" The other guy charged towards Glenn and Charlie shoved herself off the wall only to have the guy shove her back using the end of the bat with way more force than necessary. He didn't hit her with it, just used it to push her back but the action winded her and she fell back into the wall before sliding down the bricks until she hit the pavement.
Once she was down he ran to join his buddy, hitting Glenn with the bat as they tried to take the bag from him. Daryl pushed up onto his knees and shot the bigger of the two guys in the ass with an arrow and he screamed. He quickly reloaded and aimed at the other one, but he grabbed Glenn - using him as a shield - then a car pulled up and the two guys were gone by the time Daryl got to his feet and made it down the alley.
"Daryl?" Charlie coughed and he turned after pulling the gate closed, and quickly made his way to the girl as she pushed herself up.
"Slow down, princess." He told her, pushing her back down to the ground. "Sit tight, I'm gonna kick his ass." He motioned to the boy that had been left behind by his group.
"I have no objections." She told him as he stood up and charged at the boy, but Rick ran over and pushed him back.
"Stop it!" Rick shouted.
"I'm gonna kick your nuts up in your throat!" He shouted as Rick pushed him back and T-Dog held the boy against the wall.
"Let me go!" The boy shouted, shoving against the guy the held him.
"Chill out!" T shouted and the boy stopped fighting as he stood there.
"They took Glenn." Daryl told them. "And look at what they did to Charlie." He pointed to the girl who was leaning against the wall, her left hand holding her right shoulder that was bleeding as she took heavy breathes. "That little bastard and his little bastard homie friends!" He shouted still fighting against Rick, but the cop's eyes were on the girl who had her eyes closed. Daryl took a breath and pulled away from Rick, but instead of running for the kid, he made his way over to Charlie.
"You didn't kick his ass." She muttered, still having a hard time breathing.
"Come on, let's get you up." He mumbled as he held his hand out and she took it, letting him pull her up with a slight groan.
"Guys! We're cut off!" T shouted, pointing at the fenced off end of the alley that was crawling with walkers.
"Get to the lab. Go!" Rick told him before walking over to Charlie. "You okay, kiddo?"
"Yeah." She nodded, though it was clear she wasn't. "I'm fine, get the guns and let's go." She told him and he nodded, moving past Daryl to get the bag and his hat then they took off down the alley.
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ WHEN THEY GOT BACK TO THE LAB, Charlie sat on the floor, her back against the wall as she held the shirt Glenn had left behind against her shoulder - Daryl handed it to her when they got inside the building but he didn't say much about it. She laid her head back, taking deep breaths as she closed her eyes. She was in pain and it was still hard to breathe.
"Those men you were with, we need to know where they went." Rick told the boy they had taken with them.
"I ain't tellin' you nothin'."
"Jesus, man, what the hell happened back there?" T asked, looking over at Daryl who was pacing the room.
"I told you, this little turd and his douchebag friends came out of nowhere and jumped me."
"You're the one who jumped me, puto, screaming about trying to find his brother like it's my damn fault."
"They took Glenn, they could've taken Merle too."
"Merle?" The boy repeated. "What kind of hick name is that? I wouldn't name my dog Merle." He told him and Daryl jumped, ready to kick his ass but Rick stopped him and pushed him backwards.
"Damn it, Daryl, back off."
"Let him kick his ass." Charlie mumbled, opening her eyes to look over at the four of them. "Little punk deserves it."
"You are not helping." Rick pointed towards the girl and she chuckled before groaning a little as Daryl made his way over to Glenn's backpack.
"Wanna see what happened to the last guy that pissed me off?" He asked as he unwrapped Merle's hand then turned and dropped it into the kid's lap, making him jump up in an attempt to get away from it. He fell back against the wall and Daryl moved towards him, bending over with his hands around his throat. "Start with the feet this time." He told him but Rick pulled him back and pushed him away from the boy.
"Go check on Charlie." He pointed towards the girl and Daryl huffed, before making his way over to her.
"You doin' alright, princess."
"Peachy." She hummed. "And stop calling me that. I prefer Robin Hood - though it's inaccurate." He chuckled as he squatted down next to her, moving the shirt she still held to her shoulder.
"All this from a bat?"
"I fell." She told him, finding it a little easier to breathe. "On the way to get the guns, tumbled over a sand bag. So, how's it look?"
"I've had worse." He told her and she chuckled. "He hit you anywhere else?"
"Shoved me with the end of the bat." She stretched her legs out and pulled the front of her shirt up just enough to see the purple spot that had formed on her ribs. "Ain't that a bitch?"
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ CHARLIE SMILED A LITTLE as Rick handed her one of the bigger rifles that were in his police bag. She kept it aimed at the ground as she checked the chamber to make sure it was empty before she checked the magazine to make sure it was full. She adjusted her grip, turning away from the other so she could make sure that with her shoulder being jacked up she could still hold the gun the right way. She had pulled on Glenn's plaid shirt in hopes of hiding the fact that she was injured, she knew that if it came down to it, they would probably use it against her. The five of them were outside the place where the kid's group was supposed to be.
"You sure you're up for this?" Rick asked, looking up at T-Dog who had a sniper rifle in his hands.
"Yeah." He nodded, before picking up the bag and walking away from the others.
"One wrong move and you get an arrow in the ass." Daryl told the boy that was sitting on the ground. "Just so you know."
"G's gonna take that arrow out of my ass and shove it up yours. Just so you know."
"G?"
"Guillermo." The boy told him. "He the man here."
"Okay, then." Rick looked up at the other two. "Let's go see Guillermo." Rick cocked his gun, Charlie doing the same as they stepped through the broken window. Daryl kicked at the boy and made him go through before him, then they started towards the door, guns raised with the boy in front of them.
Charlie had her gun up as she looked around, spinning in a slow circle as her brown eyes scanned everything. She turned back around when the door opened, her gun aimed right over the boy's shoulder as she stood between Rick and Daryl. Then a guy walked out - presumably Guillermo - and he stopped in front of the boy.
"You okay, little man?"
"They're gonna cut off my feet, carnal." He told him and Guillermo looked over at Rick.
"Cops do that?"
"Not him. This redneck puto here." He motioned to Daryl. "He cut off some dude's hand, man. He showed it to me."
"Shut up." Daryl huffed then two other guys walked out, both with pistols raised.
"Hey, that's that vato right there, homes. He shot me in the ass with an arrow. What's up, homes, huh?"
"Chill, ese, chill." Guillermo told him. "Chill. This true? He wants Miguelito's feet? That's pretty sick man."
"We were hoping more for a calm discussion." Rick stated and Charlie shifted the hold on he gun, her shoulder was sore, but she never lowered it.
"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?" Guillermo listed. "You fascinate me."
"Heat of the moment. Mistakes were made on both sides."
"Who're these people to you anyway? You don't look related." Guillermo stated, looking at Daryl and Charlie then over to Rick.
"She's my sister." Rick told him, no hesitation.
"And he's part of our group." Charlie added, nodding her head towards the man on her right.
"You got my brother in there?"
"Sorry, we're fresh out of white boys." Guillermo told him. "But I've got Asian. You interested?"
"I have one of yours, you have one of mine."
"Seems like a fair trade to me." Charlie stated.
"Don't sound fair to me."
"G. Come on, man." The boy shifted on his feet.
"My people got attacked. Where's the compensation for their pain and suffering?"
"I got attached. Where's mine?" Charlie muttered, shifting on her feet, her eyes narrowed. She was trying to ignore the throbbing in her shoulder as she shifted her hold on the gun again, still not lowering the weapon.
"More to the point," He continued as if the girl hadn't said a word. "Where's my bag of guns?"
"Guns?"
"The bag Miguel saw in the street." Guillermo nodded. "The bag Felipe and Jorge were going back to get. That bag of guns."
"You're mistaken." Rick told him.
"I don't think so."
"About it being yours." He corrected. "It's my bag of guns."
"The bag was in the street. Anybody could come around and say it was theirs. I'm supposed to take your word?"
"Pretty much." Charlie nodded.
"What's to stop my people from unloading on you right here and now and I take what's mine?" He asked and the guys behind him raised their guns, Daryl and Charlie both situated their hold on their weapons in case things took a turn.
"You could do that." Rick told him before looking to the side and G followed him to see T-Dog with a gun aimed right at him. "Or not."
"Oye!" Guillermo called out and Charlie looked up as two men walked out on the roof, Glenn stumbling between them, then they pulled the white sack off of his head. "I see two options. You come back with Miguel and my bag of guns, everybody walks. Or you come back locked and loaded, we'll see which side spills more blood." With that he walked away and the doors closed behind him.