Malice dixon

Chapter 8

"Only if we get those guns first, I'm not strolling the streets of atlanta with only my good intentions okay" t-dog states. I nod my head agreeing with him, a dormant headache crashes against my skull. I close my eyes an involuntary small whine leaves my mouth. "You okay" I feel a rough hand on my forehead "Yea just a migraine, nothing I can't handle" I assure, the hand pulling away. I open my eyes to see ocean blue ones holding a concerned look. "I promise it's nothing serious but thank you" Rick nods his head "Okay tell us if it gets any worse." I a curt nod glenns hand massaging the back of my scalp.

We start walking again till we find a room I sit down instantly leaning my head against the cool metal of the table. Glenn starts drawing on the floor. "Okay the best option is for me to go alone-" "Your not doing this alone" rick cuts him off. "Even I think it's a bad idea and I don't even like you much" I slap daryls leg "it's a good idea okay if you just hear me out." I look over at glenn  rick squatting down "If we go out there in a group were slow, drawing attention, if I'm alone I can move fast" he starts. "Look" glenn puts a clip in-between to squares he drew "That's the tank five blocks from where we are now" he places a wad of paper next to the clip. "That's the bag of guns, here's the alley I dragged you into when we first met that's where daryl, malice and I will go"

"Why me" I roll my eyes at daryls question "The bow is quieter than a gun" I sigh looking up to see a look of duh on his face. "While they wait here in the alley I run up the street and grab the bag."  "But you got us else where" rick states his voice cutting through my head "You and T-dog right, you'll be in this alley here" I crack my eyes open to move closer to daryl and lean my head again his leg. "Two blocks away, why" he puts his hand on my head my mind shutting itself off. "Hey kid, what you do before all this" dar inquires.
I open my eyes and grab my bat "Delivered pizzas, why" I look at rick and daryl as they nod their heads and look at each other. We walk out of the room and split up daryl glenn and I and go onto the roof to go down a really long latter.

We make it to the bottom I put my bat slightly behind me so if I have to I can swing up. We crouch walk to a dumpster where daryl pulls the string back on his bow. "You got some balls for a chinaman" I look at the back of his head "I'm-He's korean" glenn and I say at the same time. Daryl looks at the both of us "Whatever" he scoffs. I move closer to daryl when we hear footsteps, he puts his hand up and shoots up pointing his bow at who ever the person is. "Woah don't shoot me" a boy pleads "What do you want" the boy asks as daryl walks out of my vision "Looking for my brother he's hurt real bad have to seen em" there's a pause then I hear yelling that I don't understand.

"Shut up or your going to bring the geeks down on us answer me" daryl growls. I look past the dumpster into the street to see if anything heard him. "Answer me" Daryl says again the boy starts telling louder this time. I stay hidden cause if he's yelling then there's more people, a couple moments later I see two men running. I crouch lower I grimace when I hear daryl get beat up,  I grab a hold of my bat and just as I'm about to come out I see glenn.  "That's it that's the bag" I hear one of the men yell. I see glenn get punched in the face and fall to the ground. I spring from my hiding spot and jump on the guy holding a bat, putting my bat around the front if his neck I pull it back towards me. He stumbles a little bit then I feel a fire consume my face and then numbness. I groan as I roll over trying to get away from the pain.

I hear screaming which causes a searing pain to stab through my skull. "Get off me, get off me, MAL, DARYL DARYL." I open my eyes to see a blurry silver car speed off "Get back hear you sons of bitches" glenn bellows then running. I look up to see rick and T-dog, I try to stand up but fall back down on my side. There's yelling but it's all just jumbled, I close my eyes to try to relieve some of the pain in my head. I roll over on my stomach to try and stand up again blood drips down onto the concrete. bringing my hand up to my face I hiss when I touch my brow. Pulling my hand away I see blood coating my fingertips, the iron blood in my mouth becomes more noticeable.

I look up to see t-dog running away with the a boy. I jump slightly when a blurry figure kneels in front of me. "Malice can you walk" rick asks, I nod my head which feels like it's incased in a cement block. I get pulled up and groan at feeling of my brain getting compressed. We make it to the latter, I'm in between the boy and rick trying to focus on picking my feet and hands up. We make it back to the room and I'm put on the ground and I groan again when a cloth is put to my face. "GAH I think my headache got worse"  I mumble, someone grabs my jaw holding mg face still "I know, hold this right here malice, okay." I grab the cloth holding it to my face a whine climbing up my throat. I open my eyes when there's a bunch of movement, I watch rick pulling my uncle off the boy. "Daryl" I whine his head whips over towards me, pushing himself out of ricks hold he walks over crouching down beside me. "You doin okay, can I see it." I mumble out a yea and slowly pull the cloth away.

Daryl get closer to my face to inspect the wound "I'm gonna kill that bitch" he growls. I put my hand on his wrist that is prodding at my cut. "Let's just worry about getting glenn back alive first" I hiss pulling his hand away. He huffs but stands up and starts pacing in front of the boy. Rick kneels down in front of me "You okay to walk" he questions I nod and pull myself up. My vision starts to go black and I stumble, an arm wrapping around my stomach holds me up till my vision is cleared. "Thanks" I thank rick his arm falling away, I grab my bat as we head out if the room.

We stop in front of an old building surrounded by random stuff, sitting behind a wall "You sure your up for this." I hear a small yea and then me and T-dog are off looking for a high advantage point.We find a spot on a roof where we get a perfect view, of the yard below. I sit against the wall my eyes falling shut "Hey" I look up at t-dog "I'm sorry about your dad" he apologizes his expression clear "Yea I'm sorry to" After that it was silence. "Come on man make the trade, please" t-dog pleads silently then a couple moments later I feel a tap on my arm, I look up. "Glenn" I shoot up and bite my lip to hide the mind numbing pain. Grabbing the rifle I look through the scope to see glenn very close to the edge of the roof.