"Why did we come in a group again?" I turn once I'm done toying with a computer. Glenn, my boyfriend, and I are in an office building right now and of course it has no power seeing as we are in an apocalpyse, but I'm still touching all of the keyboards.
"I don't know, but remind me to never let it happen again," he answers and I look up at Glenn to see him looking out the window. "Come look at this," he says to me, motioning for me to come over with his left hand.
I walk over and put my head next to his, looking out the window. "Is this guy on a horse? He looks like woody from Toy Story!" I start laughing at the guy I see outside of the window. He's in a sherriff costume, riding down the streets of Atlanta on a horse. There are people eating other people and he's doing cosplay.
"I bet you he doesn't make it," I hear Glenn say and I turn to him with a smile.
"Ok. Then I bet you he does."
I know I'm gonna lose, obviously. This guy is walking into a city full of walkers but it's still fun to goof around. Glenn and I switch windows as the guy turns the corner and realizes his mistake. Woody turns around and then Glenn and I go back to our old window, me smirking at him because I think for just a second I might win.
Glenn and I do this all the time. We had a competitive relationship before we started dating and we still do. He's a really clammy and nervous person most of the time but otherwise he just has this thing about him that made me fall for him.
Woody is almost out of there but another group of walkers comes out of nowhere and he gets trapped.
"Poor horse," I mumble, shaking my head and turning away. I'm really childish, anyone would describe me that way. Well, you can describe me ay way, to be honest. Usually I'm just a silly and energetic person. I'm very helpful but my mood can change so quickly because I am so emotional and pretty spiteful. Glenn says I have mood swings but I don't think so; I'm just open minded- my feelings about a person can change really quick.
"Look, look, look!" Glenn says and I turn around just to see if Woody made it.
"No, he isn't going under it, NO! Why would you do that? There's guns right there! You could've grabbed it!" The guy starts to go under a tank. I'm really getting worked up over this, I feel like I am watching a movie.
Glenn is laughing at me being over dramatic about the stranger but I don't think it's funny because I don't like losing. I hear gunshots going off and then they stop.
"I won!" Glenn jumps up and shouts at me, "I won which means you lost!"
"You don't know if he's dead! It's not funny to gamble with someone's life. Try to connect the tanks CV, we can get him out," I say with fake annoyance. I can make Glenn do anything, really. I'm more aggressive than he is and usually I initiate everything we do in the bedroom or what we do in general.
"But then I'm gonna lose the bet!" He whines like a baby, stomping his feet on the floor. I roll my eyes and grab the little walkie talkie from the side of his pants.
"What channel?" I ask. I don't know how to use these things like he does and it's pretty sad. Usually when us two go scavenging we chill out for a while and then pick up what we can, explore and then get out of the city. We both know it really good considering we drove around it everyday for our jobs so we know how to use our time well.
"Let me do it," Glenn said, grabbing the walkie and messing with it. I start picking up little things, like computer paper and pencils. I don't have many talents but drawing is one of them. I've been drawing since I was a teenager. I was that one girl who carried around a sketch pad and only got in trouble for drawing in it while we were supposed to be doing work.
"Look! Come here," Glenn is once again yelling at me to put in energy to walk back to the window. I run over anyway and look out of the window Glenn has been looking out of this whole time. I see Woody, out the top of the tank, looking around at his horse and the walkers surrounding him. Walkers start climbing up the tank and so he goes back inside.
"See, you have to try now!" I yell, jumping around and doing a dance.
"How did he get in there?"
"There's probably an entrance at the bottom or something, I don't know. Now try."
"Ok!" Glenn says, "we should probably go on top of that building there, it's gonna give us better chance to connect to the cv in the tank."
"Ok. We can reach that buildings fire exit by climbing out the window. Use the fire exit to get down to the floor and then walk around the back of this building and climb up that other buildings fire escape to the top."
"Is that safe?" Glenn asks, still looking out the same window since we got in this place. I don't even remember why we separated ourselves from the rest of our group. Oh well. I walk over to the window facing the building I was talking about. No walkers that I can see.
"We'll be fine. Hurry up!" I yell. I start out of the window. I stick one of my legs out of the window and one arm too, while holding onto the window I'm climbing out of now. Once I grab the edge of the rusty fire escape with one hand, I put my foot on the platform and bring the rest of my body over. Glenn follows behind me and we run down the stairs and into a different alley.
"Alright. Hey you," I turn around to watch Glenn speak into the radio, "dumbass. Yeah you in the tank." He looks at me, smiling and I motion for him to bring the walkie over to my lips so I can speak. I stifle my laugh and say, "you cozy in there?"
He lets go of the button and we laugh quietly like idiots. We wait for a couple of seconds for Woody to reply but the other end stays quiet. Glenn gives me a look before saying, "Hey, you alive in there?"
I'm shaking, waiting for him to respond because I want him to be alive and also I don't like waiting for the alley beneath us to get full of walkers. The department store we belong in is two buildings away and we can't run behind the building on our left to get to it unless we wanna end up out in the open on the streets. We need to get up that fire escape.
"Hello? Hello?" I hear the voice come over the radio and I do a quick cheer that really is just me putting my fist into the air.
"There you are," Glenn said with a sigh of relief, "you had me wondering."
I go closer to the edge of the building to find a way we can get Woody to us and then a way we can get him to the department store. "Tell him he can kill the Walker on top of the tank and run down this side of the tank while they are distracted from the horse," I tell Glenn to say as the guy asks for 'advice'. They start planning that out and I turn around to find our escape route. There's a yellow fire escape that has a cage around a small part of it. The higher part has no cage around it and if we fall, we're dead. That's the only way we can get to the department store, though, and we have to take that chance.
"Let's go, we have to get back down," Glenn starts pushing me towards the fire escape to get down to the alley.
"We have to go up that yellow ladder. It's not safe but it's safer," I say as we climb down. Glenn looks over for only a second. We trust each other and so whatever instructions we give for the other, we follow with few questions.
I can hear the gunshots from Woody. Bad idea, bad idea. He's leading walkers to the department store where we need to escape. Nice going. I watch our backs and Glenn waits by the gate for Woody. When Glenn motions for me to start up the ladder I run and start climbing. I stop at the small platform halfway up the ladder and watch Woody run in, almost shoot my boyfriend, and then the both of them start running towards the ladder with my verbal support.
Glenn starts climbing up while Rick keeps trying to shoot, "let's go!" I yell at the same time as Glenn is yelling at him. He finally starts climbing up and then when they reach where I am, I hold my hand out to help them up. Then two are Huffing and puffing, trying to catch their breath which I had already done when I first got up here.
I pull an almost empty water bottle out of my bag and give it to Glenn. I only have one and so I don't let Glenn drink it all because I'm a nice person, and I give some to Woody.
He accepts it and while he swallows what was left Glenn says, "nice moves there Clint Eastwood, you the new sheriff. Come riding in to clean up the town?"
I laugh because it is ridiculous how that he's wearing a sheriff's uniform like it matters. "Wasn't my intention," Woody says with this low rough voice. It feels weird thinking of him as Woody because it's probably a rude thing to say in real life.
"Yeah, whatever. Yeehah," Glenn says in a sarcastic tone, "you're still a dumbass." Glenn is doing too much but I just have to laugh a bit at that.
"Rick. Thanks," Rick replies. I think Woody is a name that is much more suitable for this situation. Before Glenn introduces us I step in front him smiling nice and big.
"Actually it was all my idea, so you're welcome. I'm Majesty, or Majie for short and this Glenn, my boyfriend."
I feel Glenn tapping me, "oh no," he says, looking down. We all look down and see a walker trying to climb up the ladder. I knew we were going to to have to end up climbing up the rest of the ladder anyway so I turn around immediately and start climbing up because I do not feel comfortable on the platform anymore. How are they climbing anyway? They have zero motor skills.
We get into another building and walk across a ledge to another office building next to it. "You two the ones who barricaded the alley?"
"No, somebody did. Guess they thought no walkers would get through," I say, running across the rooftop to get to a ladder that leads down into the building.
"And not many did, as you can see," Glenn finishes.
I open the 'trapdoor' and lift it up, taking off my book bag and throwing it inside and then taking Glenn's and doing the same.
Rick stops me by asking, "Why'd you stick your neck out for me at the tank?"
I look up at him before going up and answer before Glenn possibly tells a lie, "we had a bet, I wanted to win."
I hear Glenn talking to him once I got down but I let it go. I run out the exit down the staircase in the back. Glenn is talking to our group inside the department store next door over the walkie. "Four geeks," I say once I see the dead standing there in the alleyway.
I don't have a weapon on me right now, neither does my boyfriend and neither does Rick so we have to count on them to kill the geeks and let us in. Glenn explains everything quickly into the black little communication device and then we wait for somebody to come out. I recognize Morales and T through the outfits they are wearing. I think it's riot gear.
The three of us run inside, leaving T and Morales to kill the walkers. Randomly Andrea, this really crazy blonde chic from our group pushes Rick against some boxes, holding a gun to his head. Andrea doesn't like me so I dislike her too. I'm best friends with her sister Amy which is the stupid part about it all.
"Just chill out Andrea," Morales says but like I suspect she doesn't lower the gun.
"Puta loca," I say, rolling my eyes at her. Yeah, I called her a crazy whore but I have no regrets.
"Shut the hell up, bitch." She says to me and Glenn puts a hand on my shoulder. I wasn't going to do anything anyway but better safe than sorry.
"Ease up, Andrea," Jacqui, an African American woman from our group tries. Jacqui is really nice, and we get along good. She reminds me of a younger version of my mother and its nice to have her around.
Andrea turns around with this nasty look on her face, "you're kidding me right? We're dead because if this stupid asshole." She looks back at Rick quickly and Morales walks up to her.
"I said back the hell off."
There's this moment of heavy breathing and so I speak up because I don't have time for this, "pull the trigger if you're gonna."
She looks down, takes a deep breath and then backs away. "We're dead, all of us. Because of you." She repeats, waving her gun im crazy motions pointed at Rick.
"I don't understand."
"She's referring to the irresponsible use of your gun." I said. Only a second later, Morales grabs Woody by his arm and is leading him upstairs.
"How do you expect us to survive in here if every Walker for miles heard you shooting up the street?!" Morales asks aggresively. We reach the upstairs of the store.
"You just rang the dinner bell," Andrea exclaims warily. I look up to the glass doors and see walkers, thousands of walkers just banging on the doors. Holy shit.
"They have rocks in their hands!" I shout and everybody starts backing up. I am squeezing Glenn's hand so much right now and he's squeezing mines too but I don't really feel it. I can feel his racing heartbeat through his hand.
"What were you doing out there anyway, man?"" T question angrily.
What Rick says is ridiculous, "I was trying to flag down the helicopter."
My eyebrows go so far up, I'm pretty sure they're touching my hair line. We all express our disbelief about the helicopter and then our beliefs about Rick being crazy but he defends himself.
After all the buzz dies down, Morales orders T-dog, another group member- a cool bald black dude who saved both my life and Glenn's- to call up the refugee camp we stay at using the CB. I actually owe T-dog a lot, actually, but he does piss me off sometimes with his ways.
"Refugee center?" Rick asked with this hopeful look in his eye and I scoff, ignoring him.
"Yeah they're waiting for us with biscuits in the oven," Jacqui said sarcastically. Rick is so clueless, I have to laugh at her comment.
"No signal. Maybe the roof?" T says and before anyone responds we hear gunshots going off from above. I look around and notice someone missing.
"You guys left Merle up there with a gun?!" I exclaim with disbelief. I start running back to the staircase. Merle is one crazy son of a bitch. He is what many, including me, would call a redneck. He doesn't listen and is a vulgar crackhead but I don't really judge people. I will only stop liking you if you personally piss me off and he never has. I've had conversations with him and his brother and they aren't even that bad.
When we all reach the top, sure enough it's Merle shooting from the ledge on the roof.
"Hey, Dixon, are you crazy?!" Morales starts to yell at Merle who starts laughing. Out of all the people, I don't know why we allowed Merle to come with us here because we all know he's got some problems.
"HEY! Yall best be more polite to a man with a gun!" He shouts in his thick southern draw, jumping down from the roofs ledge, "only common sense."
I grab my temples and shake my head as T runs over and starts trouble with Merle. A man. With a gun.
"Hey bad enough I've got this taco-bender on my ass all day, now I'm gon take orders from you? That'll be the day." Merle is a racist. I hate that about him. He calls me a spic and Morales taco-bender though I am not sure what the difference really is. He also calls Glenn a chink. I used to not like him because he always brought my race and Glenn's race up whenever we were being a couple but then I put him in his place by being racist to him and then he started talking to me like I was an actual human being.
I felt bad for being racist so I to apologize to Daryl, His brother, who I also have some sort of bond with. I had to apologize because I sort of brought him into it.
Merle and T begin arguing; T definately tempting Merle who ha absoloutely no chill. "T, leave it alone. Merle, fucking relax. We need to worry about getting out of here." I try, then walking away from between them and go to help Morales. I'm pretty sure I solved the problem.
It seems like as soon as I turn around I hear Merle saying, "that'll be the day I take orders from a nigger."
T swings at him, and misses, and then Merle hits him with the gun. Merle punches T in the face and then punches Rick before turning around and punching T again. Everybody is yelling and I get in front of Glenn just in case Merle decided he wants to hit an Asian today. No need for that.
Merle keeps punching T and everyone else who tries to break the fight up and then he pulled out a gun and puts it to T-dogs face. We all stand here, waiting for him to do something, until he spits on T and rubs it in his sweet Brooklyn shirt. What if I Wanted to borrow that?
"Alright, we're gonna have ourselves a little pow wow, huh?" Merle says and I roll my eyes. This is all so unnecessary. I knew Merle was crazy but not this crazy. "Talk about, who's in charge. I vote me! Anybody else? Democracy time y'all. Show of hands, huh? All in favor?"
While Merle talks, we all grab T and pull him away,giving Merle dirty looks. We're not gonna try anything because he's got the gun trained on us. He forces us all to raise our hands and 'vote' for him. I smile as Jacqui gives him the finger. I love that woman.
Merle keeps talking and then Rick, who I totally forgot about, hits him with a gun and the handcuffs him to a pipe.
They have a real funny arguement, and after a while Rick throws Merle's drugs off of the roof which is definately a good thing.
Ignoring Merle's yelling, I sit down with my back against the walls and Glenn slides down next to me. "You think we're gonna get out?" Hey asks me but it doesn't reall sound like a question.
I just put my head on his shoulder and grab his hand, "I love you."
"I love you too." He puts his face in his hands and pulls the one I'm grabbing away.
"Don't stress about it. If we can we'll find a way." I try to reassure him, rubbing his back. I put my head in his lap and he put his arm around me. Nothing we can do so we might as well relax.
"Hey Majesty!" I look up, "check the alley, you see any manhole covers?" I jump up and run to the other side of the roof and look down to the alley. I see two walkers and that it so I turn around, shaking my head.
"Nothing. They're probably all on the street surrounding by geeks." I smile at my rhyme and the turn my attention to Jacqui.
"Maybe not. Old building like this built in the twenty- big structures often had drainage tunnels into the sewers in case of a flood. I'm the sub basement."
I look at Glenn as he speaks, "how do you know that?"
"It was my job. I worked in the city zoning office."
Well that's better than I could ever do, I can say that. We all go down to the basement, where Glenn and I have found a tunnel leading into the sewer before I cover my mouth and nose with my shirt like always because this is ew.
"Are you guys sure?" Morales asks.
I roll my eyes and Glenn answers, "we really scope each place out. It's the only place in here that goes down. But I've never gone down it."
Partially because I always told him to get away from it. I uncover my mouth forcefully, "who would want too?!" I say and then shake my head with a smile. Everyone looks at Glenn and I and I put my hand on my chest, "no!"
I grab Glenn's hand humming these sassy noises because I'm not going down there. No. "Cmon, we'll be right behind you."
"No you won't , not you," Glenn says and I roll my eyes and stomp my foot at him for giving in.
"Why not me, you think I can't?" Andrea demands with an attitude. This is why I don't like her. I called her a bitch, yeah, but only once and she got so angry and who can blame me- she has such a bad attitude.
"Excuse me, hi, before you continue talking, fix your attitude- thanks." I say with a fake smile.
"Majesty, I am tired of your fucking mouth!"
"My mouth? Bitch are you-"
"Hey, hey, hey!" Rick shouts, "speak your mind," he says to Glenn.
"Look, until now, Majesty and I always came here alone with no problems- in and out with what need. We bring a group and everything goes to hell. If I'm going down that hole, we're doing it my way. If I run into something down there I don't need you all jammed up behind me, getting me killed. Majesty, you're coming with me. Rick and Andrea need to go up and watch those doors -they've got the only guns- Jacqui and Morales keep watch. Jacqui here and morales in between- shout to her if anything goes wrong and you shout to us, got it?"
I don't argue because I can see Glenn likes being the shot caller even though if I die I will kill him. Literally this time.
"Alright, everyone knows their jobs," Rick said when Glenn starts going down the ladder. I whimper and start climbing down. When my feet splash in the water I curse because I'm wearing vans - just my luck.
Glenn shines his light down the tunnel and I hear him gulp. "C'mon," he says and I nod my head, staying behind him.
A rat screams at me and I make this high pitched gasp that's sound like a hushed scream. "I can't believe you made me come down here."
"You're the only one I trust down here with me," he answers and I smile, feeling good about myself even though he is my boyfriend so of course he's going to say things like that. It's all the same anyway.
We reach a big gate blocking us from going any further. "She was right. But we can't cut through it. Not with Dale's hacksaw."
I turn and face Glenn with a sarcastic smile. "Great. Fabulous, w-"
Something grabs my hair and pulls me against the gate. I scream at the very top of my lungs for about a minute straight as Glenn pulls my hair from whatever is holding it back. I pull forward and am able to get out. I turn and see a walker holding a dead rat in one hand and a few strands of hair in the other, growling at us. I grab my hair and touch something wet. I pull my hand away and see blood. I gasp and start making hiccuping noises like I'm gonna cry. I turn around and throw up because of what I just touched and what in my hair and Glenn covers his mouth and looks away. We don't have the strongest of stomachs as a couple.
Just my luck. Again. We hear glass shattering and then Jacqui starts yelling for us to get back up and once we do we run to the main floor. "What did you find down there?"
"Not a way out," Glenn answers. I hold onto him as the walkers start trying to break the second set of doors like they just did the first one. We all run back up to the roof and five Rick binoculars and he looks around for a good minute. "That construction site- they always keep keys on site for those trucks."
Morales looks and then looks down to the filled street, "you'll never make it past the walkers."
"You two got me out of that tank," Rick says and I roll my eyes. I'm still pissed a fucking Walker could've bit me and pulled about a few pieces of my hair. It wasn't enough to make a difference but still.
"Yeah, but they were feeding. They were distracted," Glenn explains.
"Can't we distract them again?" Rick asks, "they're drawn by sound, right."
"Yeah, and sight and smell, what's your point?" I question.
"They can tell us by smell?" Rick asks. I'm starting to think he really is a dumbass.
"Can't you?!" Glenn asks in this appealed town and then moved to stand next to me. "They smell dead, we don't. It's pretty distinct."
"Hey, lighten up. He may have a stuffy nose or some shit," I say, laughing.
Rick gets serious, "maybe we have to smell like them."
I'm still laughing at Rick, "oh yeah, how?"
Five minutes later we find ourselves downstairs, once again grabbing coats and gloves. I grab a pink pair and put them on, shaking my head. "I can't believe we're doing this, this is a bad idea!" I say.
"If bad ideas were an Olympic event, this would take the gold," Glenn says but Rick kept throwing us jackets and gloves.
"We don't have much time, this is the best idea we've gotten so far. That glass won't hold forever."
We all run downstairs and go back to the alley where the guys grab one the dead walkers from before and we go back into the storage room and Rick breaks the glass box and grabs the axe inside of it.
I look away when he starts to swing but then I notice it never happens. Rick takes off his mask and drops it along with the axe and then starts staring at the Walker. He goes in his pockets, kind of like he did Merle-maybe it's a cop thing- and takes out his wallet. What the fuck are you doing?
"Wayne Dunlap," Rick says, looking at his the ID. "Georgia license. Born in 1979. He had twenty eight dollars in his pocket when he died and a picture of a pretty girl. 'With love, from Rachel.' He used to be like us; worrying about bills and who's gonna win the Super Bowl. If I ever find my family I'm gonna tell them about Wayne." He finishes his monologue and is about to dig in until Glenn says something, "one more thing; he was an organ donor."
That doesn't make me feel any better. We all groan in unison as Rick swings the axe down and chops Wayne up. I cover my mouth because I can feel what little food I ate coming up for the second time today.
I whimper every time someone swings the axe and start chattering my teeth. At the end of the day, the squelching noise makes me run to the corner and puke. I dry heave like two time before I turn around and see everybody grabbing guts. All I hear is Glenn groaning. Ok, somebody has to be the man in the relationship now. I walk over and pick up two handfuls of guts, rubbing it all over Glenn's jacket while trying not to look.
"Everybody needs to just think of something else," Rick says and I nod, grimacing.
"Like puppies and kittens," I suggest, trying to form a smile of my own.
"Dead puppies and kittens," T says, making Glenn turn around and throw up. It mixes in with some of the blood. I dry heave again and rub Glenn's back, putting more guts on him.
"That is just evil, what is wrong with you?" Andrea says and Jacqui makes me laugh by saying to Rick, "next time let the cracker beat his ass."
"Do we smell like them?" Rick asks for assurance and we all nod with disgusted looks.
"Glenn," I turn around when I hear Andrea. She's holding out a gun for Glenn, "just in case," she says and as she tucks it in his waistband I hope she doesn't do something stupid like shoot his dick off because I kind of need it.
"We make it back, be ready," Rick said.
"What about Merle Dixon?" Rick hands T the key from inside his pocket and then Rick takes the axe, "we need more guts."
Right before they are about to leave, I pull Rick aside, "one thing. This was your idea- Glenn dies, I'll be right up on the roof with a gun- you'll be next. Got it?"
"Yeah, I got it," he says. I smile and pat his shoulder, "alright Woody."
Surprisingly, he smiles back and pats my back the same way. We laugh for a second and I feel bad, thiking about how nobody here is for him. I give him a quick hug. "Don't die on me, okay?"
Once we let them out into the alley, all four of us race upstairs to the roof. I take the binoculars and furiously start looking for them. My head is moving so violently it feels like I'm going to snap my neck.
I hear over the walkie T has the people from base camp and I only turn around for a couple seconds. Base camp can't do anything. I'm more concerned about the thunder that doesn't want to go away. "Y si llueve? Prefiero tener a Andrea por ahi." (What if it rains? I'd rather have Andrea out there.
I'm speaking to Morales of course but Andrea says, "what'd you say about me?"
"I said you're a lovely woman. Bitch."
"I just gave your boyfriend my gun!"
"He can't use it! But thanks, that's why I called you a lovely woman. You don't know Spanish."
"You are such a bitch. Stay in a child's place!"
"Oh really? Well-" I cut myself off as I feel little drops of wetness on my skin. I turn around, "somebody better be fucking spitting on me!" I yell and then put my hands up to feel the rain. I quickly look out the binoculars. The blood is running off of the jackets.
"Majesty, it's just a cloudburst. We get them all the time, it'll pass," Morales says to me as I start hyperventilating. This cloud really wants to play with me, today of all days!
Most of the walkers are paying more attention to Glenn and Rick than before. I start jumping up and down, whimpering.
Jacqui grabs my shoulders, rubbing them and trying to calm me down. She needs to stop because it's not going to work. A walker runs up to Rick and he hits with the axe, making all of the walkers chase Glenn and Rick who are hitting walkers and running. As they get near the gate I start jumping and running in place like it's helping.
They get in the truck and drive off right after the walkers break down the gate. I take a deep breath. Thank god. Everyone starts talking about how their leaving us and I roll my eyes, "you're forgetting one important detail! Me! Glenn wouldn't leave me."
I run away from their panic and go dance in the rain, cleaning that blood out of my hair. I'm not worried. And like I said, Glenn's voice comes over the radio. We run to the roll up doors facing the street and I tell Glenn to stop and pick me up first.
"Ok, when you hear the alarm, lift up so only I can crawl under quickly. He's gonna open the door and I'm gonna jump in. I put my bag on Jacqui's shoulders and they grab the chain.
"Your a crazy son of a bitch," Andrea says.
"No need to insult my mother," I smirk and clutch my knife.
"Come outside now, you have to run down the street and I'll meet you there," Glenn says over the walkie. My heart is pumping but I'm actually really excited. I hear the alarm going off and staying the same exact noise level and they roll the gates up just enough. I get out and run where Glenn and I planned. The walkers that were on this street are gone, near the sports car Glenn is in.
I see the red car coming my way and the doors open. He slams the break and I get in with probably the biggest smile I've ever had in my entire life. I kiss Glenn roughly and he starts driving as the walkers pick up their pace in the horde they are in, trying to get to us.
"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" I yell while laughing. We fucking made it. I stand outside of the sunroof when we get on the empty roads, Glenn and I both screaming and cheering. This is the life.
I had to write it over. I really had to and I think it's way better than before so go me, amiright? Review please! I deleted the story and started all over so the reviews and favorites are all gone. I'm basically gonna update at two reviews. I've written to mid season three, lucky me, so if people like this story I'll update fast.
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