Clinic 3

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<Maxson POV>

"Sir, we are at the designated position. The target is three kilometers away plus or minus some meters."

"Good, when they are at the one hundred mark, block the road and prepare to open fire on the pursuers. I'll come from behind with Ham. He will provide us with cover fire from a tree while I will hopefully have to fire a single bullet."

"Roger that sir. They have passed the two kilometers mark, sir. "

"Good luck Maxson."

<Daryl Dixon POV>

[Fuck me, these mother fuckers won't leave me alone]

"Hey, fuckers! Go fuck yourselves and let me alone!"

"Haha, do you guys heard that? He wants to be left alone! Man, thank you for that. Unfortunately for you, we can't let you alone. You have something that we want and we will get it."

Just as I was about to answer him back, I saw a shadow in the forest, which is quite strange. Another thing that I noticed was two vans on the road. I had driven for ten to twenty kilometers and I barely saw an abandoned car, and now I suddenly find two.

"As if I will let you guys get my bike, y… "

I was cut short when the two vans moved and blocked the road. While this wouldn't be a problem before this zombie shit hit us, unfortunately for me this is after the normal times and now trees and other plants overgrown and blocked any wait of evading the vans.

At first, I thought to stop and climb over the vans, but when the two vans opened their doors, I was greeted by a bunch of dudes with weapons in their hands ready to fire.

"The first dude, evade or you'll get hit!"

I didn't even respond back, as I forced my bike to stop on the right side of the road. Unfortunately for me and my bike, I wasn't able to stop it from losing control and sliding on the road, tho that saved me from getting in the way of my saviors.

Before I could turn my head to look at the bastards that tried to rob and kill me, the men in the vans opened fire at them.

By the time I turned my head to look at them and help them fire at the bikers, my saviors had already opened fire and the first two pursuers were already dead.

The other three guys, quickly turned around hoping to escape, but when they start driving away, one of the bikers falls off his bike with a bullet hole in his head. The other two didn't even manage to drive one hundred meters before they were killed in the same way as their friend.

When I saw that my pursuers were dead, I finally got myself back up and walked towards the vans.

In front of the vans was a man that clearly belongs to some military from how he ordered the men to move and what to do.

Seeing me coming towards him, he smiled and approached me first.

"That was some luck you have their man."

"Tell me about that. Thanks for saving my sorry ass from getting it filled with bullet holes."

"No problem man. Thought I wasn't the one that decided to save you. Our leader was the one that ordered us to save you while getting some new toys as compensation."

"However your goal maybe, I'm still thankful for saving my ass, at least some guys are still somehow normal."

"Not quite. Most of us aren't normal anymore. Do you think that surviving for some months without killing almost every single day of every week will let us be like before this shit hole?"

"My bad, you are right. Maybe for some of us, this change was a good thing."

<Eric POV>

When I got back to our vans, I saw Maxson speaking with the man that we saved speaking, while the rest of my squad was picking the bikes and the loot from the dead bikers.

Seeing me coming towards him, Maxson decided to piss me off by doing a military salute while the poor man was dumb fully looking at me.

"Sir, welcome back. As you can see we managed to eliminate the targets."

"Yeah, yeah. I got that, can you stop with that now?"

"No, sir. It's too funny to see your face when I speak like this. Sorry, sir."

"Fuck you then Maxson. Anyways, Eric Jarl."

"Daryl Dixon. Thank you for saving me. Ha, I already said thank you for too many times."

"You are welcome. While we may have saved you as a bonus, I'm still curious from where did you come?"

"Even if you are my savior, I can't say that. I don't trust you and most likely you don't trust me."

"That's true. Well, then I hope you will arrive at your home without any incident along the way, and if you somehow find a sheriff that like to act like a cowboy tell him that I said hi, and if by some miracle you find a farm girl and her family tell her that I miss her and I will continue to search for her."

"OK, once again thanks and I hope to see you another time in a better way."

<Daryl Dixon POV>

After I left the military guys that saved me, I begin to remember what their leader said to me. It didn't matter to me how young he was, respect can be earned at any age. He said to me that if I somehow find a cowboy sheriff and a farm girl with her family I should say hi to them, well that may sound normal for someone, but not for me. The cowboy sheriff is surely my friend Rick while the farm girl could either be Beth or Maggie.

Ah, shit this thing made me confused, well anyways I'll tell Rick about it when I come back to our base.

Three hours later, a bike entered the outside gate to the prison.

Seeing that my friends and family are waiting for me, I couldn't control my expression and a smile appeared on my face.

"What's with that face brother?"

"Nothing Merle, I'm just happy to be alive."

"What happens to you, Daryl?"

"I almost got killed. Fortunately, someone that you may know saved me. His name is Eric Jarl. He and a bunch of soldiers saved me from some bikers that wanted me dead."

"Eric? He's alive?"

"From what I saw he was alive, tho he had a metal arm."

"Who's that Rick?"

"That boy is one of the reasons I survived my town. He showed me how should I be if I want to survive. While back then he was just a boy, now he seems to have his own camp with a proper organization in it."

"That's true, while not all of his men were veterans, most of them knew how to follow orders and how to effectively fire a gun. He also said that he misses a farm girl. DO you know anything about that?"

"Yeah…his girlfriend, Beth. They got separated when Hershel's farm was overrun by zombies."

"Just tell her that he's searching for her and that he misses her. She needs to hear that, believe me."

"I know, I know how hard it must be for him. Even I can't get past what happened with my ex-wife and my best friend or ex-best friend.