Rick and Michonne sprinted down the street.
Somehow they had taken a wrong turn and were now racing to make it back to the van, walkers on their tail. More were pouring out from the alleys drawn by the sound, cutting them off and causing them to separate as they fought to get through the chaos.
Rick made it back first, yanked open the back door of the van, then doubled back to help cut a path for Michonne.
When she reached him he grabbed her arm, forcing her behind him and into the van while he continued to fight them off, kicking and shoving the grasping walkers with his left hand while he shoved Michonne into the van with his right.
"Get in! Get in!" she cried as she pulled on him now that she was safely inside. Rick used both arms to launch himself in as he felt walkers grabbing him from behind. Michonne pulled him with all her strength, dragging him to safety while desperately trying to pull the doors shut.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt? Are you okay?" Michonne frantically grabbed at Rick's shirt, ripping and pulling it off of him as she searched his body for injury. "Are you okay?" she kept asking, not hearing him as he tried to calm her with his soft words. "I'm okay," he whispered over and over, his voice deep and heavy as he tried to catch his breath. He rested on his knees, his hands hanging loosely at his sides as Michonne, undeterred by his words, continued her desperate search, not believing that they had both made it safely back.
Finally, Rick grabbed her and pulled her in close. "Michonne. I'm okay. We're okay. It's okay," he breathed into her ear, repeating the words like a mantra trying to calm her. "It's okay to smile," he said. "We made it. Remember? We're the ones who who live."
Michonne rested her head on his shoulder, her arms wrapped around his waist, allowing him to soothe her with the words she had only just used to calm him, when he had been frantic for her safety, terrified over the danger she had been in.
Quietly she held him, tears silently running down her face, and onto his body, cutting a path through their sweat and grime. Slowly she began to come back into her body, finally aware of her surroundings.
The sound of the walkers outside the van faded as she felt Rick murmuring into her ear, her neck, and her hair.
Gently he began kissing her, soft at first, like he soothed the children when they awoke from the dreams that were also half memories. Then, more desperate as he absorbed her panic and became aware of the close call that was closer than either of them would want to admit. Rick lowered her onto the the van floor, deepening the kiss as they silently reveled in their survival…