05/01/17
Rick's voice rises over the thundering of the semi trucks, "If we have a breakdown, we're screwed."
Steve Rogers follows Rick's concerned gaze to the sea of walkers following behind them. They've been following for miles and their numbers grow with each mile. The noise of the loud semi trucks attracts them and if they had a breakdown that sea would quickly swallow them. He looks at Rick understanding and sharing his concern, "I'm just going to hope that doesn't happen."
Daryl smirks from the passenger seat of the semi, "They say the highway to hell is paved with good intentions and false hopes. I ain't sayin hope is bad, but here we are on a highway."
Morgan responds from the driver's seat as Daryl lights a cigarette, "Can't look at it that way. We're putting all the bad behind us and headed toward the bright future."
Daryl pulls a cassette tape from the left chest pocket of his jacket. He moves his cigarette from his mouth and blows smoke out. "Found this before we left. Seems appropriate considering the situation." The cassette slides into the semi's stereo with a click and loud music begins to play. "Yeah!"
Steve looks at Rick, "You know that music will attract more walkers."
Rick nods, "I know, but these loud trucks will attract them anyway. Might as well enjoy it." He lets his mind drift as he listens to the music and finds it ironic an absolute music media is one of their only ways to hear music in the world after. It was rare to hear music and it is always a special experience. Rick looks at Steve, "I'm more of a country man myself. You?"
Steve smirks, "Swing."
"Swing? You like the classics." Rick notes the clouds on the distance, "Looks like rain. Shouldn't be a problem for us, but might slow them down."
Steve looks at the sea of walkers, "Let's hope so."
Rick looks around at the others and knows how long some of them have been with him. Daryl is one of the few from the beginning and there's no one he'd trust more. The future looks bright and from Steve's description their destination will keep them safe, but one detail lingers. Rick looks at Steve, "So we get settled in and I help you with your….hulk problem."
"That's the deal. Hulk won't be easy to deal with. He's a walker the likes you've never seen."
Rick listens to Steve Rogers words and the fantastical things they tell. He's not sure what to think, but absorbs every detail. Sprinkles of rain hit them as the sky grows darker and Rick wonders what the others would think. He sighs and knows the priority is to reach their destination. He looks at Steve again, "That's a lot to swallow."
"I know."
Rick gently rubs his chin with his left hand, "I try to be a man of my word. Not sure it means much out here. I'll help you."
"It means a lot to me, Rick. I try to do the same and its nice to see I'm not the only one."
