In The Walking Dead as Itachi Uchiha ?! (TWD)

<3rd Person Pov>

The group was gathered around the RV, discussing their next course of action. The engine cover sat open, tools scattered near Jim's feet, while the rest stood in a loose half-circle.

Lori folded her arms tightly, her voice tense.

"We need to do something, we can't stay here overnight, what if another herd comes?"

Jim looked up from under the hood.

"I should have it fixed in about an hour, thanks to the hose Glenn brought back."

Dale nodded, holding up a worn piece of tubing.

"And this one's thankfully the right size. We shouldn't have any more problems."

Glenn, crouched beside a paper map on the RV steps, tapped a spot with his finger.

"There's a small town about five miles east, maybe we spend the night there?"

T-Dog nodded.

"If it's that close, might be worth checking, just gotta make sure it's not crawling with walkers..."

Rick gave a short nod.

"When the RV's fixed, we move immediately, we can't risk traveling in the dark."

Shane came around the side of the RV carrying a duffel bag slung over one shoulder.

He stopped near the group.

"Alright. I need your guns back, you too, Andrea."

Glenn looked up from the map, frowning.

"Wait, what? They've got suppressors."

Shane turned to him, jaw tight.

"This ain't a movie Glenn, suppressors don't make you silent, they just lower the noise."

He looked between the three of them.

"If you fired even once when that herd was here? They'd have heard it, suppressor or not. And I'm not risking one of you pulling the trigger by accident when half of you barely know how to handle what you're holding."

Andrea narrowed her eyes.

"I'm not giving you my gun. It's mine, you have no right to take it."

Shane exhaled, trying to keep calm.

"Say somebody fires at the wrong moment, a herd happens to be passing by. See, then it's game over for all of us. So you need to get over it."

Andrea locked eyes with Shane.

"And what about you and Rick? You turning over your guns?"

Shane didn't answer right away. He took Glenn's pistol with a quiet "thanks," then looked at her.

"No. Because Rick and I are trained to use them."

Amy stepped between them and gently placed a hand on Andrea's arm. 

"Andrea… It's for everyone's safety."

She reached out, took the pistol from Andrea's hand, then turned and offered it to Rick.

Rick accepted it with a nod.

"Thanks, Amy," he said, placing the gun into the duffel bag.

Daryl walked over with a heavy black roll slung under one arm, he placed it on a car's hood.

Without saying a word, he unbuckled the flap and rolled it open.

Hatchet. Machete. Knives.

He grabbed one of the smaller blades, tucked it into his belt, and walked away.

"Everybody take one."

Andrea took one of the hatchets, grumbling under her breath, and the rest followed without a word.

Itachi stepped up beside Glenn, his eyes scanning the unfolded map in silence. He tapped a spot just east of their current location.

"Here," he said quietly. "A cluster of farms, four miles out."

Glenn glanced at him, then at the map again.

"You think we could stay there for the night?"

Itachi nodded once.

"Worth checking. They're isolated and should be safe for now."

Rick walked over, glancing down at the map as Itachi pointed.

"If it checks out, we spend the night there instead."

The group drifted back to their tasks.

Dale climbed the small ladder and settled into his usual spot on top of the RV.

Jim kept working on the RV.

T-Dog and Jacqui started loading water jugs and food into the cars.

Amy and Andrea followed Lori to bring back the clothes they had gathered earlier.

Rick and Shane stayed near the RV, taking the MP5s and standing guard.

Inside the RV, Jenner was gently cleaning and wrapping the scrapes along Sophia's legs with gauze and disinfectant. Carol sat beside her, holding her daughter's hand.

Rick walked over to Daryl as he slung his crossbow over his shoulder.

"Could both of you go scout east toward those farms and let us know if anything looks wrong?"

Both of them nodded.

Rick glanced at Itachi.

"Have you ever used a gun before?"

Itachi answered calmly.

"Only at the firing range."

Rick reached into the duffel and pulled out two Glock 17s, both fitted with suppressors. He handed one to each of them, along with a pair of spare magazines.

"Safety's here," he said, tapping the left side of the grip. "Press this and the mag drops out. Rack it back, and you're good to go."

Itachi nodded back, taking the gun.

Daryl was already loading his.

Rick looked between them.

"Radio us if there's any trouble. And if anything feels off, just come back."

They both nodded once more before heading towards Daryl's bike.

They rode in silence until Daryl spoke.

"Hey… where's that pack I gave you?"

"Somewhere in a ditch," Itachi replied flatly.

Daryl scoffed.

"Damn. And that's what I get for givin' people gifts."

There was a beat.

"You know," Itachi said, "I saw some glue and glitter back at one of the cars. It would be a real shame if they ended up on your bike by accident."

Daryl didn't miss a beat.

"Go ahead, and I'm tellin' everyone you sleep with a stuffed bear."

The trees thinned, and there it was.

A white farmhouse. Green roof.

Hershel Greene's land.

Daryl slowed the bike and killed the engine near the edge of the field. I stepped off, eyes locked on the house.

"Well," Daryl muttered. "That ain't abandoned."

I just nodded.

We started walking.

As we got closer, the front door opened. Two figures stepped out.

Hershel... and Otis with a hunting rifle in hand.

Daryl immediately shifted, one hand hovering near his pistol, ready to draw the second things went south.

Hershel spoke up.

"This is private land, you should leave."

Daryl muttered under his breath, eyes still fixed on the porch.

"Think they'll let us stay if we compliment the lawn?"

I kept my gaze on the rifle in Otis's hands.

"You first. And make sure to smile."

Hershel's voice stayed firm, but not aggressive.

 "You're trespassing. I suggest you head back the way you came."

Daryl raised his hands, taking a small step forward.

"We just need a place to stop for the night, not askin' for your house, just your field."

Hershel's eyes flicked between us, lingering on the guns.

"We got women and kids," Daryl added. "They're tired, and we have nowhere else to go. We're not lookin' for charity, we'll stay outta your way."

There was a pause. Otis adjusted his grip on the rifle, but didn't raise it.

I took a small step forward, keeping my voice level.

"We have medical supplies, food, and water. If there's anything you need, we're willing to trade."

Hershel's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't interrupt.

"No one's looking to stay long, just for one night."

He studied me for a second, then looked back towards Daryl, weighing it.

Otis finally spoke, quieter than before.

"They got kids with 'em, Hershel... maybe lettin' 'em stay just for one night wouldn't hurt."

Hershel gave a slow breath through his nose, then nodded once.

"You stay by the fence and don't come anywhere close to the house."

Daryl gave a short nod.

"Appreciate it."

The sun was dipping low behind us by the time we got back to the others.

Daryl eased the bike to a stop near the RV, and before we even got off, people were already moving towards us.

Rick was the first to reach us.

"What'd you see?"

I climbed off first, Daryl following a second later, rolling his shoulders as he stood.

"Farmhouse. Ain't empty."

That made everyone pause.

I nodded.

"A family is still living there. Said we could stay the night, as long as we keep to the field and don't go near the house."

Rick looked between us, then gave a short nod.

"Alright, RV's ready, let's head out."

Shane stepped forward.

"And we're just taking their word for it? People we don't know?"

Daryl didn't even look at him as he walked past.

"Old man and a guy built like a busted couch. If that rattles you, maybe sit this one out."

Everyone started moving.

They climbed into the cars and trucks, following behind Daryl as he took the lead on his bike.

We reached the edge of the farm and began setting up camp near the fences.

Tents went up, and supplies were unloaded.

We built a small fire and sat in a loose circle around it, quietly cooking a simple meal.

Glenn glanced around.

"Has anyone seen Rick?"

Lori, sitting close with Carl tucked under her arm, answered softly.

"He and Shane went to introduce themselves."

Amy settled beside me and offered a small plate of what we'd just finished cooking.

"Here," she said gently.

"Thank you." I gave a small nod, taking the food.

She smiled and began eating as well.

We saw Rick and Shane returning from the house.

Lori looked up as they approached.

"How'd it go?"

Rick crouched near the fire, resting his arms on his knees. Shane stood a step behind him, clearly annoyed.

"They said we can stay for a few days, but once we're rested, they want us gone."

Andrea glanced up from her food.

"That's it?"

Rick nodded.

"They've got rules, no guns unless you're on watch."

Shane scoffed.

"And you just went along with that?"

Rick looked up at him.

"It's their farm, Shane. And as far as I can tell, they don't get walkers around here much, if ever."

He glanced around the fire.

"We let Dale hold the guns; nobody walks around armed unless they're on the lookout."

He pointed past the trees.

"Also, the barn's off-limits, just steer clear."

Glenn looked up, blinking.

"Hershel?"

Rick nodded.

"Yeah, the old man, lives here with his two daughters and there are six of them in total."

Daryl, crouched by the fire, added without looking up,

"Yeah, we saw a couple of 'em peekin' out the windows when we rolled in."

Rick gave a short nod, then fell quiet. The group went back to eating.

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