Daddy's Little Girl

Chapter 8: Guts

I'm gonna throw up, and when I do, I'm makin' sure it's coming for you Rick. I think while glaring daggers at him and the dead body in front of us. He puts his mask over his face and breaks the glass that covers the emergency axe. I think at this moment we all slightly hate Rick and all feel disgusted doing this, but hey! This is what we need to, no, have to do, to survive.

We are all looking down at the body in front of us as Rick lifts the axe and gets to coming swinging down but stops himself, he takes his mask of and throws it on the floor along with the axe. He reaches into the pocket of the Walker and pulls out his wallet.

"Wayne Dunlap. Georgia license. Born in 1979. He had $28 in his pocket when he died, and a picture of a pretty girl. 'With love, from Rachel'. He used to be like us... Worrying about bills or the rent or the Super Bowl... If I ever find my family, I'm gonna tell them about Wayne." Rick vows as he looks at me before returning the wallet to the pocket. He throws his mask back on and grabs the axe.

"One more thing. He was an organ donor." Glenn adds. Rick throws his arms up before swinging down hard, blood splattering out from the chop. We all grunt and groan with the occasional 'Oh!' and 'God!' here and there as we watch Rick continue to chop at the body.

"Madre de Dios!" Morales mumbles doing the sign of the cross.

"Oh!" Andrea adds every time Rick's axe makes contact with the body.

"Gack!" Rick yells every time he chops something off.

"Oh my God!" Glenn says as he put his hands on his head. All of us look ready to puke, but somehow we hold it in, even with that god awful stench in the air.

"Oh! God! Gack! Oh God." Rick says as he takes his mask off and wipes his face on his sleeve. He hands the mask and axe to Morales, who looks like he's gonna cry or puke, maybe a little bit of both?

"Keep chopping." He tells him.

"Ahhhh, I am so gonna hurl." Glenn choked out with his hands on his knees.

"Later." Rick tells him as Morales begins where Rick left off, "Everybody got gloves? Don't get any on your skin or in your eyes." He tells the group as we bend down and pick up bits and pieces of chopped up Walker. Great! This is my favorite part of Rick genius plan, rubbing this shit all over us! I think as Jacqui comes over towards me and starts rubbing. Rick and I are almost covered as Glenn continues to make noises.

"Ohhh! Ahhh! Ewww! Oh God! Oh this is bad, it's really bad." He says as they place some of the intestines on him.

"Think about something else. Puppies and kittens." Rick says trying to calm Glenn down.

"Dead puppies and kittens..." T-Dog adds, and with that Glenn vomits, I follow not long after.

"That is just evil. What is wrong with you?" Andrea complains.

"Next time let the cracker beat his ass." Jacqui says.

"I'm sorry, yo." T-Dog says.

"Awww, you suck." Glenn says.

"No argument there." I agree.

"Do we smell like them?" Rick asks. Captain Obvious strikes again, I think to myself trying not to throw up again.

"Oh Yeah!" Andrea says, "Glenn, just in case." She adds while giving him her gun. She lifts up his shirt and tucks it in his belt.

"If we make it back, be ready." Rick says.

"What about Merle Dixon?" T-Dog asks causing everyone to look at me, I look at Rick and nod my head. Rick goes into his pocket and pulls out a tiny key and throws at to T-Dog. He catches it and puts it in his pocket.