I just noticed that I put that I stayed up two days instead of 2 nights on the last chapter. Whoops :)
HPSlashAddict asked me how Harry looked like. I put it as my cover for this story, just imagine him with a scarf and a black coat that covers his hair (and less pale lol) The image is supposed to be around the time he met Carl and Lori.
PS I didn't draw this :/ I just Photoshopped it, to change some things.
Anyways here's the next chapter. Hope you like it!
(Season 1, Episode 5: "Wildfire")
Morning dawned and Harry stood on the edges of the camp watching Lori try and reason with the blonde woman. When he saw Daryl jerk his head at him, he turned and helped the men clean up the bodies.
An hour later a tired Harry walked up to Rick to ask him where the Quarry was.
Lori looked at the ground, "Won't even talk to us." She rubbed her hands in nervousness, "She's been there all night. What do we do?"
"There's nothing we can do Mrs. Grimes, just let her grieve. She'll deal with it herself." Harry stopped in between Lori and Rick.
Lori's gaze snapped to him, "Dr. Potter?"
"Doctor?"
Harry ignored Rick and crossed his arms, giving her a nod, "Mrs. Grimes, I have to say it truly is wonderful to see you."
Lori gave him a small smile, "And to see you as well. He was worried about you, you know. After we left he kept talking about his new friend Harry and how he wanted to visit the park so he could see you again. He'll be mighty glad to see you."
"And I him."
The guy with the tan shirt glared at him, "Who the hell are you? And why the hell is your face covered?"
Harry's snapped his cold gaze at him; he flinched back, "Harry." He ignored the second question.
Rick intervened, "Harry this is Shane, we used to work together at the police department."
"Hmmm" Harry's eyebrow raised in incredulity.
Shane decided to ignore him, "We can't just leave Amy like that, we need to deal with it, same as the others."
Rick started walking to her, "I'll tell her how it is."
Harry shook his head, "She has a gun, she'll deal with it herself." But Rick had already walked away.
He sighed and blew his bangs out of his eyes when the girl pointed her gun at Rick as soon as he walked up. Rick slowly backed away and rejoined the group.
Daryl walked up, "Ya'll can't be serious, ya want tha' girl hamstering us? The dead girls a time bomb!"
Rick glanced at him, "What do you suggest?"
Daryl walked up to him, "Take the shot. Clean in the brain, from here!" He pointed at the girl, "Hell I can hit a turkey between the eyes from this distance."
"No." Lori sat down, "For God's sake let her be."
Daryl looked at them in disbelief and walked away, spitting. Harry sighed and went off to help clean up. He smirked when he heard Glenn stand up for himself. 'A little shaky, but good'
He heard Daryl scream at the camp,"Ya'll left my brother for dead! Ya had this coming!"
Harry threw another body into the fire.
"A walker got him! A walker bit Jim!" A black woman screamed out. Everyone stood and surrounded the man with the hat.
"Show it ta us," Daryl took the pickaxe off his shoulder, "Show it ta us!" Jim picket up a shovel and swung it at everyone. Harry got behind him and hit the pressure points one of his arms, making his arm fall limply at his side and the shovel to fall from his weak grip, he kicked the back of his knees and put Jim in a chokehold, stopping his struggling.
"I'm ok," Daryl lifted up the shirt, revealing the bite, "I'm ok, I'm ok," Harry let him go as everyone backed away. "I'm ok, I'm ok, I-I'm ok." Jim looked around in desperation, "I'm ok."
~.
They got the group together and huddled a few steps from Jim. Daryl spoke up, "I say we put a pickaxe in his head, an' the dead girls," he added as an afterthought, "an' be done with it."
Shane looked up from his hat, "Is that what you want? If it were you?"
Daryl looked at him as if he were insane, "Yeah. An' I'd thank ya while ya did it."
The old man spoke up, "I hate to say it, I never thought I would, but maybe Daryl's right."
Rick spoke up, "Jim's not a monster Dale or some rabid dog." Dale tried to placate him, "I'm not suggesting that-" Rick ignored him"-he's a sick sick man, we start down that road where do we draw the line?" Lori tried to calm him down.
"The line's pretty clear. Zero tolerance for walkers or they ta be." Daryl paced a bit.
"What if we can get him help? I heard the CDC was working on a cure."
Shane looked at Rick in anger, "Heard that too, heard a lot of things before the world went to hell."
Rick tried to reason with him, "What if the CDC is up and running?"
"Maan that is a stretch right there." Harry was starting to get irritated with Shane.
"Why? If there's any government left, any-any structure at all-," Rick looked at Shane, Shane turned his head away, "-the'd protect the CDC at all costs, wouldn't they? I think it's our best shot. Shelter, protection, rescue."
"Ok. Ok, Rick you want those things alright, I do too, ok? Now if they exist they're at the army base-" Shane looked at the group, "Fort Benning."
Lori glanced at him, "That's 100 miles in the opposite direction."
"That is right," Shane tried to persuade the group, "But it's away from the hit zone. Now listen, if that place is operational it'd be heavily armed, we'd be safe there." He looked at Lori at the last part.
Harry stared at Shane and Lori in contemplation. He turned to Shane, "For all we know Fort Benning is gone, like every other base around this godforsaken city."
Shane glared at him, "Who the hell asked you?"
Harry glared at him and opened his mouth to rip him to pieces, but Rick intervened, "The military were on the front lines at this thing, they got overrun, we've all seen that." Shane looked at Rick in condescension. Rick continued talking, not noticing the look, "The CDC is our best choice and Jim's only chance." Everyone turned to look at Jim.
Daryl looked at Rick, "Ya go looking for aspirin, do wha' ya need ta do." He went after Jim, raising his pickaxe, "Somebody's got ta have some balls an' take care of this damn problem!"
Rick raised his gun, "Hey, hey, hey! We don't. Kill. The living."
Daryl lowered his pickaxe and stared at Rick in accusation, "Tha's funny coming from a man tha' just put a gun ta my head."
Shane stood in front of Jim, "We may disagree on some things, but not on this. You put it down, go'n."
Daryl dug the pickaxe into the ground and left. Rick grabbed Jim, "Come with me."
Jim stood, one of his arms swinging limply at his side, "Where are you taking me?"
"Somewhere safe." Everyone walked away and Dale walked to the woman.
Harry followed the others.
A few minutes later a man turned to him, "Who are you?" A Mexican man with a beard asked him, everyone turned wondering the same thing.
Harry stared at everyone, "Harry."
"Well, Harry, name's Morales, thank you for helping us yesterday." He herded his family together, "This is my wife Miranda, and my two kids Louis and Eliza."
Eliza turned to her dad, "He's eyes are very pretty, like a kittens." Glenn and T-Dog snorted, Harry glared at them then crouched down and smiled at the little girl, "Thank you, you're eyes are very pretty as well." Eliza held her doll close to her face, trying to hide her blush.
Around him the survivors smiled in amusement and walked up to him, introducing themselves. Harry nodded only smiling around the kids and to a smaller extent Glenn.
He looked for Carl and saw him by his mother with another girl. Harry excused himself and walked up to them, "'Lo Carl." He smiled at the boy as his face lit up, "Harry! You're alive!" He got up and hugged him; Harry stiffly wrapped his arms around him, not used to contact. Carl pulled away from him, "I want you to meet my friend, Sophia; she's a girl and while she has cooties, she's still pretty awesome." He pulled him to the girl that was next to him, "Harry this is Sophia, Sophia this is Harry."
They stared at each other and Harry's softened in understanding, "Hello Sophia." Sophia gave him a small shy smile, "Hello Harry."
A shot rang out and Harry turned towards it, he saw the woman sobbing over Amy and realized what had happened.
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Harry and Daryl got out of the truck filled with dead walkers and walked to Rick and Shane.
"I still say it's a mistake not burnin' these bodies. It's wha' we said we'd do, right? Burn 'em all? Ain't tha' the idea?"
Rick kept digging, "At first." The group walked up.
Daryl looked at them, "Chinaman gets all emotional, says it's not the thing ta do, we just follow him along? These people need ta know who the hell's in charge here." Shane stopped digging and looked at Rick, "Wha' the rules are."
Rick stopped and looked at Daryl, "There are no rules."
Lori cut in, "Well that's a problem, we haven't had one minute to hold on to anything of our old selves. We need time to mourn, and we need to bury our dead. It's what people do."
Harry looked at Lori, "People also cremate their dead. Mrs. Grimes, the smell of death attract walkers we need to burn them."
Lori glared at him, "And how do you know that for sure?"
Harry looked at her in indifference, "I lived in the city after everything went to shite. I didn't stay idle Mrs. Grimes. I conducted experiments and I can tell you with complete surety that they are attracted to any meat that hasn't been infected."
"Experiments?" Rick asked.
Harry nodded, "The one relevant to this situation was one of the first I performed: I got meat from a butcher shop a few blocks from where I lived and got a few pieces of meat. One was fresh, another was rotting, and one was covered in blood and various fluids from a walker I had killed," Harry started pacing, "They, of course went after the fresh piece of meat as soon as they smelled it. They went after the rotting piece of meat even faster, since the smell was more pungent. What surprised me though was that when I threw the third piece of meat they left it alone. I took it a step further and got another rotten piece of meat and covered only half in walker fluids." Harry stopped and looked at Rick, "They only ate the part without the fluids. Haven't you ever noticed that they never bite a place another has bitten?"
Everyone stared at him.
Daryl walked up to him, "Is there anythin' else ya know about them?"
Harry switched his gaze to him, "There are many more things about walkers that I know. I made it my goal to figure out everything about them; knowledge is power and I refuse to be caught unaware."
Lori raised her hands in the air, "Burn them then!" She stomped off.
Harry looked at Rick and Rick nodded.
"I've got oil in my car." Harry went to get it.
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They all watched as Andrea drag Amy in the grave. As Dale helped her out, Harry walked to her and handed her the oil and a match.
She looked at the items in her hand and nodded to him. Opening the canister she dumped oil on the corpse and threw a lit match. She stood there as she watched the last of her family burn.
~.
Harry walked up to Lori, Lori looked at the horizon and ignored him, "Mrs. Grimes? I'm not going to say I'm sorry for burning them because I'm not, they were a hazard and endangering the children. You more than anyone should know that we must protect them at all costs. What I am going to say is this: I know you want to keep your and the children's humanity and innocence, but in the world we are in it is impossible; no matter how hard you try, how hard we all try, we will all loose some of it." Lori glared at him and opened her mouth, he cut in before she could say anything, "We will, we will if we want to survive, if we want the children to survive. We will always have some humanity, as long as we grieve, we love, we hope. Survival is not the loss of humanity, it is the fight to keep it."
Harry stood there a few minutes, admiring the view. He sighed and turned away from Lori, "We're holding a small funeral service in 10 minutes."
~.
Lori gave him a nod in understanding as everyone said their goodbyes and left to eat the rest of the food in the camp.
Harry stood at the foot of the graves, "Anima ejus per misericordiam Dei requiescant in pace. Amen." "Amen." Harry pivoted around a knife at hand; he stared at Daryl as he stepped out of the shadows.
Daryl raised his eyebrow at the knife; Harry returned it to his sleeve and shrugged, "You can never be too careful."
He looked at Harry in approval and stood next to him. They stood silent staring at the horizon.
Harry gazed down at the graves in contemplation and broke the silence, "...When I was younger I used to go to an old graveyard by where I lived and sit in between the wings of a large stone angel. I would sit there and stare at the graves wondering how it would feel to be in their place, buried under all that dirt; would it be calm and quiet or would I pound the walls of the coffin in a futile attempt to escape? I remember looking at the angel and asking it if it hurt to die-If it would ever be my turn?" He looked at Daryl, "I find it funny that now that the world has gone to shite, I want to live the most."
~.
Harry sat on the V of a tree keeping a lookout for walkers. He noticed Rick and Shane under him, doing their sweep.
"Tell you what man, these people man, they're not convinced, y'know. They head to the CDC might be on your own." Harry's eyes narrowed at the faint amusement voice in Shane's voice. "You gotta really consider if you wanna put Lori...Carl in that kind of spot."
Rick looked around, searching for walkers, "I'd gotta do what's best for my family."
"Best for your family? What's that exposing 'em to all kinds of risks?" Shane looked at him confused.
Rick finally glanced at Shane, "As opposed to what? Crossing a hundred miles of hostile territory? We're looking for a lifeline I say swim towards the closest ship, not further out to sea." Rick sighed and walked up a hill, "Why can't you back me up?"
Shane followed him, "Look I want to is just...I don't see it."
Harry looked at Shane sardonically 'Well that was a good, strong reason. Not full of holes at all.'
"Ah, if it was your family you'd feel differently."
Shane stopped and stared at Rick, "What you say to me?" his tone was menacing. "I kept 'em safe man, I looked out for them." Rick tried to speak, "No. They were my own, that's what I did." Harry stared as Shane's emotions did a one-eighty. 'Quick to anger.'
Rick tried to placate him, "I didn't mean it that way."
"Then how'd you mean it? Go on man, how'd you mean it?" Harry looked at the way Shane was getting ready to fight.
Rick sighed, "You're misinterpreting me man, you're just hearing it wrong."
"Yeah?" Shane stepped closer.
"You know-you know I can never repay that debt, okay." He looked at Shane imploringly. A twig snapped. They separated and searched for walkers.
Walking up a hill Shane looked around and put Rick in his sights, Rick kept walking unaware. Harry had pointed his gun at Shane, when he noticed Dale walk to Shane. They stared as Shane's breathing got heavier and a murderous glint entered his eyes.
"My god."
Shane snapped out of it and noticed Dale next to him, he gave a weak chuckle, "I know...going to have to start wearing reflective vests out here." Dale looked at him in skepticism, "Seriously."
He called out to Rick, "C'mon man." Rick saluted him. Shane put on his hat and looked at Dale, "C'mon man, let's go. Get on out of here." He left.
'Homicidal tendencies'
Harry jumped out of the tree and walked up to Dale, they looked at each other, silently promising to keep an eye on Shane.
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Harry gave a silent scoff as Shane told the group he agreed about going to the CDC 'Ah, the machinations of a guilty conscience, how quaint.' He looked at Shane in contempt.
"Harry?" a hand tugged at one of his sleeves.
Harry turned to Carl, noticing the meeting was over, "Yes Carl?"
"Can you tell us a story?"
Harry looked up at the huddled kids and gave them a small smile, "Sure."
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The next morning Harry sat on top of a white van with his legs crossed, he leaned over and dragged a piece of string over T-Dog's head, he smirked when T-Dog swatted at his head. He did it 3 more times, each time T-Dog swatted his head; the woman next to him, Andrea, stepped away from him looking at T-Dog like he was crazy. Harry leaned back and looked away when T-Dog turned to him; he stared at him in suspicion and Harry looked to him and gave him an innocent look, "Yes?"
Rick and Shane walked up looking at him in amusement, they turned to the group, "Alright, everybody listen up! Those with CB's we gonna be on channel 40; let's keep the chatter down, ok?" Shane gave them a stern look, "Now you got a problem, don't have a CB, can't get a signal, anything at all, you gonna hit your horn one time. Any questions?"
Harry looked at Daryl as he rubbed his eyes 'Cute...wait cute?' He turned away from Daryl, a small blush in his face. 'Thank the gods or whatever the hell is up there screwing with us that I have a mask on.'
"We're uh, we're not going." There was an awkward silence as everyone turned to Morales and his family; Miranda spoke up, "We have family in Birmingham, we want to be with our people," She gave them an uneasy chuckle.
Shane tried to dissuade them, "You're on your own, you won't have anyone to watch your back."
"We'll take the chance," Morales looked at everyone, "I gotta do what's best for my family."
Rick looked up, "You sure?"
"We talked about it...we're sure."
"All right," Rick squatted down and took out a gun from a bag, "Shane?" ".357?" "Yup." He walked up and gave the gun to Morales, Shane handed Morales the shells, "Box is half full."
Daryl scoffed and turned away.
"Thank you all. For everything." Miranda sounded close to tears, Lori climbed off the car and hugged her.
Shane shook Morales hand, "Good luck man."
Teary goodbyes were shared. Harry got off the car and walked up to Morales, "Follow me." He walked away giving Morales no chance but to follow.
Harry walked up to his car and opened the trunk, he rummaged around looking through the bags, he emptied one and started filling it with toiletries and clothes, he opened another bag and handed him a Beretta M9 and a box of shells, "Box is full."
Daryl scoffed again and Harry gave him a brief glare, Daryl sighed and turned away.
Morales gave him a hug, "Thank you." Harry stiffened and barely stopped himself from flipping him over his shoulder. He mechanically patted Morales's back, "You're welcome."
He gave a small sigh of relief when Morales let him go.
The kids hugged him, and he hugged them back, more at ease with the children,"Cuidado, y protejanse a toda costa," the children nodded while the adults gave him shocked looks, he ignored them and said goodbye to the kids.
Rick walked up to Morales, "Channel 40, if you change your minds, alright?"
Eliza gave Sophia her doll, then walked to her family.
They all watched the family walk away.
Shane glanced at Rick, "What makes you think our odds are that much better?" They got in their cars, "C'mon les go, les move out."
~.
They drove for miles on end; everyone pulled over when the RV started smoking. Harry got out of his car and walked up to Dale, Rick, Glenn, and Andrea, who were surrounding the RV. Daryl, T-Dog and Shane stood guard
"I told you we'd never get far on that hose. I needed the one from the cube van."
Rick put on his hat, "Can you jerry rig it?"
Dale shrugged, "That's all it's been so far, is more duct tape than hose." He looked at the RV then at Rick, "And I'm out of duct tape...I'm going to also need gasoline, I've got 20 maybe 30 miles left."
Harry waved the smoke away from his face, "I don't have petrol, but I've got duct tape." He moved to his car to get it.
"I see somethin' up ahead, "Shane put down the binoculars, "Gas station if we're lucky."
Harry came back and handed the duct tape to Dale.
Jacqui ran out of the RV, "Ya'll, Jim, its bad I don't think he can take anymore."
"Hey Rick, you wanna hold down the fort? I'll drive ahead see what I can bring back?" Shane handed the binoculars to T-Dog.
T-Dog looked through the binoculars, "Yeah, I'll come along too. And I'll back you up."
Rick started walking to the RV.
"Ya'll keep your eyes open now, we'll be right back," Shane turned to Harry, "You comin'?"
Harry stared at Shane, "I'll stay here, thanks."
Shane gave Harry a narrow stare, "Now if you gonna be part of this group you have to pull your weight, there ain't no way around it man."
Harry raised his eyebrow, "Where Glenn goes, I go. I'll stand guard here," He started walking away.
"What's a runt like you gonna do? Slap 'em?" He chuckled and T-Dog stepped away from him.
Harry turned and put his sword at Shane's throat before he could finish chuckling, "I'll do what I did last eve-slice their heads off and crush them under my boots," Shane held himself still and gulped, staring at the sword. Harry sheathed it with a quick motion and walked away, staring as Daryl backed away with his hands in the air.
"Damn he's quick." Shane and Daryl looked at T-Dog and nodded.
Shane's eyes flashed with malice, it disappeared a moment later, "Let's go."
~.
Shane and T-Dog came back with a gallon of gasoline, "It's all they had, place was completely wiped out."
Rick got everyone together and told them what Jim wanted.
Everyone started at Rick, "It's what he said he wants."
"And he's lucid?" Carol stared at Rick in confusion.
"He seems to be. I would say yes."
Dale cut in, "Back in the camp when I said Daryl might be right and you shut me down, you misunderstood. I would never go along with…callously killing a man. I was gonna suggest we ask Jim what he wants." He nodded to himself, "And I think we have an answer."
Shane looked at Rick, "We just leave him here. We take off. Man, I'm not sure I can live with that."
"It's not your call," Lori sighed, "Either one of you."
They carried Jim to a tree, "Hey, another damn tree," Jim gave them a weak chuckle.
Shane crouched down, "Hey Jim? I mean, you know it doesn't need to be this."
"No. It's good. Breeze feels nice."
Shane gave a defeated sigh, "Ok, alright."
Everyone said their goodbyes and walked away. Daryl nodded at Jim in farewell.
They drove away.
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A black screen with the words 'WILDFIRE MSB3417 ACTIVE - BEGIN TRANSMISSION' appears.
A man with a plaid shirt appears, "Jenner here. Its day 194 since WILDFIRE was declared, and 63 days since the disease broadly went global. There's no clinical progress to report." Jenner flipped through some papers, "Item: I finally got the scrubbers in the East sector sect out in safe power, I wish I could have done it a month ago but it took me so long to figure it out-"the screen flickered, "-too bad I never studied engineering woulda saved a lot of amps." He took a sip of his coffee, "Item: I'm still not sleeping well, can't seem to keep regular hours; living in the ground doesn't help, not knowing if it's day or night. I'm just feeling…very…off kilter these days."
The screen blackened 'WILDFIRE MSB3417 ACTIVE - END TRANSMISSION'
Jenner entered a lab in a blue hazmat suit, classical music blaring from the speakers. He turned on some monitors and took out a slab of flesh labeled 'TS-19'
He cut off a small piece and put it in a test tube, it bubbled as a mixture of chemicals was added in. He went to sleep as the centrifuge mixed the chemicals and flesh together.
An alarm beeped and jerked him awake. He shook his head then put a small amount of the mixture inside the tubes on a slide, he looked at the slide under a telescope and sighed in disappointment as the cells refused to merge and died. He reached for another slide and dropped the test tube with the rest chemicals on 'TS-19.' He tried to clean it off and the chemical burned through his suit.
An alarm blared and a female voice came out of the speakers, "ALERT STATUS. AIR QUALIFIERS INDICATE CORROSIVE FUMES, ALL PERSONNEL MUST CLEAR THE ROOM." Jenner ran out and cleaned off under a spray of chemicals, "CORROSIVE ELEMENT IS DEEMED POISONOUS IF INHALED." He went through a door and took off his suit as cleaners were sprayed on him.
"ALL PERSONNEL CLEAR. FULL DECONTAMINATION IN EFFECT."
Jenner looked up in panic, "No!" He turned and watched the lab go in flames.
He stared at the empty spot where 'TS-19' used to be and slammed his head on the glass.
"FULL DECONTAMINATION COMPLETE."
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The screen flickered, showing Jenner with a glass of wine, "The 'TS-19' samples are gone; the tragedy of their loss cannot be overstated. They were our freshest samples by far. None of the other samples we gathered came close; those are necrotic, useless, dead flesh." He sighed, "I don't even know why I'm talking to you. I bet there isn't a single son of a bitch out there still listening, is there? Is there?" Jenner stood up from his chair, "Fine. Saves me the embarrassment."
He looked at the empty lab, "I think tomorrow I'm gonna blow my brains out…Haven't decided. But tonight I'm gettin' drunk." He poured himself another glass of wine. He threw the bottle and the sound of a window breaking was heard, "Oh! It is out of the stadium!"
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The group pulled up to the CDC and looked in despair at the bodies littering the outside. They coughed at the stench as they walked to the building, weapons out. Harry was at the back protecting Glenn and the kids.
"C'mon, stay quiet. Les go."
Glenn gave a sound of disgust as they walked by.
"Alright" "Keep moving." "Ok" "Keep moving." Daryl shushed them, and they all looked around for walkers.
Shane tried to open the shutters on the doors, knocking when they wouldn't open, "There's nobody here."
Rick looked around, "Then why are these shutters down?"
Harry raised his gun higher, "Walkers!"
The kids and the women whimpered in fear, the men cocked their weapons. Daryl fired an arrow at a walkers head, "Ya led us into a graveyard!" He walked up to Rick.
Shane stood by Rick, "He made a call!"
"It was the wrong damn-"
Shane got in Daryl's face, "Shut up. Just shut up. Hear me-"He pushed Daryl away, "Shut up!"
Harry scanned the area for more walkers as the drama unfolded behind him. He focused on the door and tried to pull it open with his powers. He heard everyone's voices fade into the background.
Shane looked around, "Rick this is a dead end-"
"Where are we gonna go?" Carol held Sophia tighter.
"-You hear me, no blame." Shane walked to Rick.
"She's right. We can't be here this close to the city after dark." Lori looked at Rick in panic.
"Fort Benning, Rick, still an option." Shane cocked his gun and looked for walkers.
Andrea sighed, "On what? No food, no fuel. It's 100 miles." Glenn cut in, "There are 25 I checked the map."
Harry's hand tightened on his gun, a blinding headache started to slowly build up in his head as the door refused to budge.
"Forget Fort Benning! We need answers tonight. Now!" Lori glared at Rick and Shane.
The kids started crying and Rick tried to placate them, "We'll think of something."
"Think of something fast because the walkers are getting closer." Harry pointed to the shambling figures. He turned his eyes away from the group, hiding their glow.
Shane herded everyone to the cars, "Ok, everyone back to the cars, les move!"
Rick called everyone back, "The camera! It moved."
Everyone stopped and Shane walked to him, "You're imagining it."
"It moved, it moved," Rick walked up to the camera.
"It's-it's an automated device man, its cues, its winding down. Now come on!" Shane pulled Rick back. Harry felt blood drip down his nose as he put more pressure on the door. 'It' fecking latched!'
Rick broke away and slammed his fists on the shutters, "I know you're in there-" "Rick there's nobody here!" "-I know you can hear me. Please we're desperate-" "C'mon let's go!" "Please help us! We have women, children, hardly any gas left-" "Rick-rick there's nobody here." "-we've got nowhere else to go." Rick hit the shutters, "Please!"
Shane dragged him away from the building, Rick tried to get way, "You're killing us! YOU'RE KILLING US!"
Harry felt the latches unlock and the shutters slammed opened. He gave a small sigh of relief as the pressure in his head dropped.
Light blinded them.
AN: And that's a wrap!
I'm a bit dissatisfied with this chapter but out of the 6 times I wrote this, this one was the best. It's probably cus' I'm excited about the next chapter and was distracted lol
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