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Or not. Before I could thank them for saving us, Rick was immediately grabbed by a blonde haired woman. She was holding her gun to his head as the two men took off their gear. "You son of a bitch. I should kill you!" She exclaimed, making me pull out my revolver and pointing it her. Still holding onto Rick's shirt, she pointed her gun at me, staring me down. "Just chill out, Andrea. Back off." One of the men who saved us ordered, looking at us. Then a middle aged black woman spoke up, telling this Andrea chick to ease up. "Ease up? You're kidding me, right?" Andrea asked in disbelief. "We're dead because of these stupid assholes." She added, looking at Rick again while keeping her gun pointed at my face. I kept my revolver pointed at hers, narrowing my eyes. The same guy who told her to back off walked up behind her, shaking his head. "Andrea, I said back the hell off." He repeated. "Or just pull the trigger." My eyes widens a bit at his suggestion. I'm really starting to rethink ever leaving my car.
Thankfully, with a sigh, Andrea lowered her gun as tears filled her eyes. I lowered mine as well and placed it back in my waistband of my jeans. We watched as she backed up, shaking her head furiously at us. "We're dead, All of us - Because of you two." She said informing us. Rick looked over at me before looking at the group, whereas I was looking at Andrea. "I don't understand." I heard Rick say, sounding confused. Just then, the man that stopped Andrea, stepped forward and placed a hand on Rick's shoulder, leading him to through the building. The rest of the group began to follow them with me closely behind.
"Look, we came into the city to scavenge supplies. You know what the key to scavenging is? Surviving! You know the key to surviving? Sneaking in and out, tiptoeing. Not shooting up the streets like you and your trigger happy friend over there did." The man explained rather angrily. I raised an eyebrow at the nickname he gave me and stepped forward as we were stopped inside a clothes shop, watching the walkers bang on the doubles door trying to get in. "I rather have been shooting up the place then been eaten alive, thank you very much." I told the man as I crossed my arms, standing next to Rick's side. The black man, who I realized was the other man that saved us, stepped forward. "It doesn't matter now, Every geek for miles around heard you two popping off rounds." He said looking at Rick and myself. "You just rang the dinner bell." Andrea added, looking over at me before fixing her eyes on the walkers that were still trying to break in. "Get the picture now?" The man in front of us said, raising an eyebrow. Rick slowly nodded his head as I looked down, feeling sorry for getting them into this mess. I went to the city because I was told it was safe and I was hoping that Shane would be here. Clearly, my mother didn't know what she was talking about and he wasn't here. Maybe I should've stayed with my mom and kept her safe. Hell, maybe I should've just locked myself in the bar. No, if I did that then I wouldn't of found Rick and been alive at this moment of time.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by Andrea gasping. One of the Walkers held a large rock and started to slam it into the glass. "Oh, damn." I breathed, moving a bit closer to Rick. Rick placed his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it slightly. "What the hell were you doing out there anyway?" Andrea asked, looking over at Rick. I nodded, looking up at Rick myself. "Yeah and how the hell are you even alive?" I asked, reminding him that he was shot and was dying in the hospital. Rick gave me a look saying 'We're talk later.' then turned to Andrea. "I was trying to flag the helicopter." He explained, making the rest of the group look at him in confusion. The black guy shook his head at Rick, "Helicopter? Man, that's crap. Ain't no damn helicopter." Then the black woman named Jacqui, stepped in, "You were chasing a hallucination, imagining things. It happens." I could see that Rick was getting annoyed that no one believed him. I'd believe him- if I saw it. "I saw it." Rick sighed then looked at the walkers, which now was doubled in numbers.
"Hey, T-Dog," The man who stood in front of us called, making the black guy turn around. "Try that Walkie-talkie. Can you contact the others?" The man asked him. T-Dog pulled out his walkie-talkie as my eyes widen, realizing what he said. "There's Others?" I asked in shock. Andrea nodded her head. "The refugee center?" Rick asked, making Andrea raise an eyebrow and Jacqui shake her head. "Yeah, the refugee center. They've got biscuits waiting in the oven for us." She snapped at Rick, sarcastically. I looked over at T-Dog, who was trying to get contact with someone but there was no signal. "Got no signal." He announced as he played with it some more. "Maybe the roof?" I suggested, shrugging my shoulders. T-Dog was about to say something but was cut off by a very loud gunshot. I grabbed onto Rick's arm as I looked at everyone. Andrea inhaled a shaky breath before speaking. "Oh no. Was that Dixon?" She asked, already seeming to know the answer. She quickly left our slides as did everyone else and ran through the building, up the stairs as the gunshots got louder and louder. By how loud the gunshots were, I'd say we're going to need a bigger building and soon.
-Blaze