People been callin' me lotsa things my whole life. Hell, most of 'em are true. Call me an inbred hick, some redneck trash - I really don't give a damn. Odds are, when walkers are in the streets and the cities are gone, I'll be sittin' high, crossbow in hand, and you'll be on the pavement, the crows pickin' at your eyes.

See, I'm a survivor. It's cause of that that I found the people I'm with now. Now, they ain't the best company - they bitch somethin' fierce and they're always causin' some kinda problem - but they're mine, and I defend my own. A while back, I even had my brother at my side, but shit happens. They handcuffed him to a roof an' left him to rot. We went back for him, but he was gone. I was real pissed 'bout it for a long while, but I had ta get over it, so I did.

After my brother got left, we was a broken little ragtag group of people. We were led by a man named Rick, who's still leadin' us now. He's been through a lot, but he's still a noble man, so I'm fine with followin' him. Until he does somethin' stupid, then I tell him so. He listens to me, which is somethin' I ain't ever gonna get used to. The rest of our group follows him too, though our numbers keep gettin' smaller an' smaller. We used to have Lori, but she died in order to give us a new life. Lil' Ass-kicker is still nice and strong, so I guess she didn't die in vain. An' we used to have a little girl name Sophia, Carol's daughter, but she got bit while we wasn't watchin'. We looked for her for a long while, too - hell, I got pretty banged up cause of it, though I'd never blame her, 'course - but it didn't amount to nothin'. Pissed me off, I'll tell you what. Carol, Sophia's mom, was hurtin' for a while too, but she's gotten pretty strong. Been teachin' her how to shoot, and she's held her own, plus some. She keeps surprisin' me, after all this time.

There was Shane, stupid fuck, who lost it and tried to do away with more'n one of us. Dale, old guy with too much heart and too much sense, he got torn apart minutes after defendin' some kid's life. I put a bullet between his eyes, but he shouldn't a been taken like that. An' there was T-Dog, crazy asshole that lost the key to my brothers's cuffs all those months ago, but he was a good man. Stupid, but he didn' deserve what he got. Kept Carol safe during it all, too, so I gotta give him my respects. There were others, lotsa others, but, one way or another, they're gone now.

An' me? Right now, I'm starin' at Merle's face, watchin' my own brother as some half-blind asshole and his followers scream murder at us. Sweat on my neck, my crossbow in another man's hands - I'll cut those hands off once I'm done here - and my brother, watchin' me as I shift in the dirt, waitin'. Tonight's as good a night as any to die, right?


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Inspired by Daryl Dixon from The Walking Dead.