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Atlanta is for the dead pt3

Ianthe: Sliding, down the slope of the hill and jumping on to the marshland I look around as i clapped my hands together to get the dirt off of them while i looked around thinking 'well... this is the best place to start looking" as I take my gun out and start walking.'

As I'm walking i take my radio, off my waist and hold the button on the side saying "dad... dad can you hear me? how are things over there i've just left the camp i'll make my way to the city after I find someone.

I couldn't ask uncle Shane to come because it wouldn't have been anyone trained left at the camp to protect it also I left Jenny and Duane there".

Morgan: "Ianthe...Ianthe can you hear me its Morgan your father has went down in to the buildings basement with Glenn to see if there is a way out down there".

He left the radio with me just incase you had contacted him to update him on where you was.

Did Jenny and Duane settle down in the camp well as you were there.

Ianthe: Yea, they did I left them with my mom and little brother, Carl and Daune made quick friends of each other as mom and Jenny got along quiet nicely as well to were it was as if they'd been friends even before this had even happened as I giggle.

Morgan: Hah...Jenny has always been like that ha...it's good to know that their safe and comfortable.

Ianthe: Yea, but when dad returns from the being in the basement tell him I had contact you guys I see signs that could led me to who I'm looking for so when I'm near the city i'll radio you guys again to have you shoot the flare you have to let me know where you are.

Morgan: Ok, see you soon.

Ianthe: Putting the radio back on my waist i crouched down feeling the prints and rubbing the debris before looking up an thinking 'these are fresh it couldn't have been more than 5 minutes that these were made and their calm until a few steps more before the gaps between start to show it being startled and wounded with a little blood dripping from it til it gets heavier.

Standing up and dusting my hand off I look around and see no other prints so i look back in to the woods seeing an idea place Daryl could have been watching his prey from'.

Smiling, I follow the hooves imprints while I take out my gun pulling back the chamber as I start watching my surroundings.

(30 minutes later)

Ianthe: 'Damn!...how much blood does that fuckin deer has because there should be no fucking way it should still be alive as it must has a fuck ton of stamina because if this was an person they would have dropped dead 30 minutes ago Daryl's marksmen ship is really remarkable the show didn't give it justice'.

When I hear grunting sounds just ahead, I duck behind a tree readying my gun I peak around the tree to see Daryl have two rabbits tied to a rope over his should as he is taking his arrow out of the deer.

When he takes his gun out an point it in the direction I am in saying "I know your there you was to noisy when you had drop your guard as you approached".

Putting my gun away, I step from behind the tree with my hands up as I smile "they didn't lie when they said your a skilled hunter but an better tracker, i need your help saving your brother and the others".

Daryl: Putin my other hand on the gun and walking towards her I shout "WHAT DO YOU MEAN!? WHERE IS MY BROTHER!".

Stopping a few feet away as I point my gun at her head I say "and...you have better answer quickly before I put a bullet right to the center of your forehead and then go get him myself".

Ianthe: Looking disappointed while I sigh an think 'i knew this was the only way to get his attention but I forgot at this point he's to quick jump to conclusions before he even thinks it through and take bait like this I forgot he still hasn't matured yet at this point'.

Daryl: Clocking back the gun I say "Didn't you hear h me! I just asked "YOU WHERE IS MY BROTHER!"

Ianthe: Sighing, I say "we don't have time for this" as I swiftly grab the gun and back elbow him making him stumble before tossing the gun away.

Seeing him steady himself he charges at me with his fist cocked I had hit with an jab to his temple before kicking him in the stomach.

Having him fall to one knee with clenching his stomach when I say "Daryl are you ready to listen now we really don't have time for this you know."

Daryl: You BITCH! getting up I tackle her pushing her a few inches backwards before she planted her feet stopping us from moving and elbowing me in my back before she had kneed me in the chest making me fall to my knees and have my head hit the ground.

Ianthe: Taking a few steps back I had tossed the radio to him saying since you're ready now here you can see for yourself what kind of situation your brother is in and the others.

Daryl: Sitting up, while I glare at her I take the radio and hold the button on the side and say "hello".

Waiting to hear from someone on the other side I say "hello" again as it takes another few seconds again when I hear "little brother is that you? where are you?"

Daryl: Merle! Merle! are you ok where are you?

Merle: I'm fine little brother, but I'm trapped in a building with all these buffoons as well as this wanna be sheriff friendly who said "that his daughter would be coming to save us with someone."

To think that it was you? who she mentioned on that she would be saving us with.

It seems like she's smarter than her father and hore of an...

Ianthe: Hearing him get cut off before he had finished I had smirked thinking that 'dad must have punched him i guess that we won't be hearing back from them until we reach the city'.

Daryl: MARLE! MARLE! getting up I toss the radio back to her and grabbed my gun and crossbow as I ran off.

Ianthe: Shaking my head I pick up my gun as well that fell during the tussle and the string the rabbits were on and followed after him thinking 'without the radio how is he going to be able to find them'.

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