《Love In Hell (D.D.)》1.3 "I Think Mexican"
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Me "Daryl!"
He looked at me with tears in his eyes.
Me "I-"
He came at me, yelling "It's all on you, Princess! He isn't here because of you!!"
I asked pissed off and irritated „Me? Me? Are you fucking kidding me? It's all on fucking him! He isn't here because he got away!"
Then I pointed at Merle's hand "He cut his damn hand off for fuck's sake! How the fuck is that my fault?!"
He ignored me and asked dad "Got a bandana or something?"
Dad handed him one.
Daryl grabbed the hand and put it in the bandana.
Glenn choked out" I think i need to puke"
I groaned annoyed "not again"
Daryl put it in Glenn's bag.
Then he followed the blood trail on the ground to the staircase.
Daryl shouted "Merle! You in here?"
We walked down the staircase and into a room.
Two dead walkers were lying there.
Daryl "Looks like he had enough power to kill this son' bitches"
Dad "Any man can pass out of blood loss."
We walked through the kitchen.
Glenn asked confused "He left the building? Why would he do that?"
T-Dog "One one-handed man who could pass out on the streets any time from blood loss. Why would he do that?"
Daryl snapped „Well, he wouldn't be one-handed if it weren't for you idiots"
He walked to me "You couldn't kill him. So why care about a one-handed dead bastard?"
Me "i don't give a shit about him. I didn't kill him simply because you and him are a team. Merle isn't here, means we get the guns and get the hell out of the city"
Daryl shook his head "I gotta go get him"
He tried to walk past me but i put a hand on his chest.
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Me "Daryl"
Daryl pushed himself back "Hands off me! You can't stop me"
I shook my head "I don't blame you. He is your family. And I went through hell to find mine, remember? You were the one who found me first in the woods. But we need these guns. We can look for him later but first we gotta get the guns"
T- dog nodded "I'm fine with that"
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The guys were planning how we get the guns. I was in front of the door making sure that we were safe.
Glenn "hey, Ken!"
I walked in "Yo"
Glenn "You are going with Daryl and me"
I nodded „okay"
We climbed down the fire ladder. I took my knife out and hid behind a garbage ton.
Daryl "got some balls, china men?"
Glenn rolled his eyes „Korean"
Daryl rolled his eyes "Whatever"
I had Glenn's back. I saw a walker walking out of a car. I cut its head off and then I cut the other one in the head.
We ran back to Daryl. He was beaten up by men. I think Mexican.
My eyes widened "oh boy"
They saw us. We began to run away but the caught us.
I shouted "Let me go you bastards!"
My knife dropped out of my hand.
I yelled "Daryl! Daryl!"
Glenn "Daryl!"
I kicked the one in the balls.
He groaned out but then they threw us in the car.
At their hideout.
They carried us in a building.
Me "Let me go"
I was kicking everyone. They sat us down in a room. I looked around and there were old people in the room. And dogs were running to me.
I asked irritated "The hell?"
Glenn asked confused "Where are we?"
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The guy "would you calm down, puta"
Me "The only puta here is you, you son of a bitch"
suddenly an old lady showed up and scowled the guy "this is not the right way to talk to a lady!"
the guy sighed "abuela-"
She grabbed my hand "I'm sorry for him"
I smiled a little.
She took my hand and we walked to the other oldies.
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I was laughing with a couple of oldies. one of them got an asthma attack. Suddenly i saw Dad, T and Daryl coming to us.
I stood next to Glenn. We were looking at the old men.
Dad asked confused "What's this?"
Glenn "Asthma attack"
T-Dog "I thought you were eaten by dogs, guys?"
One of the Chihuahuas ran to me.
I picked him up "Cute"
Then i looked at Daryl "he ain't here"
Daryl nodded unhappy "no shit"
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