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wood21: Don't worry. Duncan and Ezekiel will eventually come across someone from their group. I'm glad you liked the chapter! :)
Brendan: I'm not planning Harold to get his own katana, at least not at this moment. At this moment Duncan won't get a new motorcycle :)
TheMiscallenousfic: I'm glad you're liking my story so far and I hope you'll enjoy this chapter! :)
Dr Changer: Izzy and Noah seemed to be one of the best picks for me to return to the prison and bury the dead (considering that they lost two of the closest friends during the Governor's and Jose's attack). I'm glad you like the chapter :)
A few hours have passed since Glenn and Gwen lost their consciousness and Izzy, Noah and Tara came across three strangers withvan army truck. Right now, Izzy, Tara and Noah were sitting in the back of the army truck while Glenn and Gwen were laying next to them, the former three waiting for the latter two to wake up from their slumber.
"Why did we agree to go with them in the first place?" Noah asked Izzy and Tara, but his question was mostly directed to Izzy, "We don't know these people. They can be anyone."
"It's still better than staying where we met them." Tara stated as she had written down the name of every street they drove by on her arm with a black marker, glancing at Gwen's and Glenn's unconscious bodies, "At least we won't have to worry about watching out for the walkers and looking out for them at the same time."
"Good thing they allowed us to keep our weapons." Izzy said as she was skeptic of these people as much as Noah was, pointing at her shotgun, "We'll have something to defend each other if they'll try anything funny."
They continued to drive along the road for the next several minutes until the truck was forced to stop because the walkers and a few vehicles blocked it's path. Three walkers approached the back of the army truck and started slamming themselves against. Tara picked up Glenn's M4 and aimed it at the walkers, intending to get rid of the undead.
"Do not fire that weapon." The orange haired man stopped her from firing Glenn's M4 as he exited the army truck, holding a crowbar in ready.
His scream immediately earned the attention of the three walkers that Tara would have killed if he didn't shout at her to not do it. The walkers quickly forgot about Tara, Noah and Izzy and moved towards him.
"Shit." He laughed as the walkers approached him, "Look at what we got here." He swung his crowbar and killed the nearest walker. He grabbed another walker by it's hair and made it look up at him before stabbing it through the pain with the pointy end of his crowbar. He let go of the walker, making it fall on the ground as the the one approached him, "Oh, honey, look at you. You're a damn mess."
He swung his crowbar at the last walkers and hit it in the head, but it did not stop the walker which continued to walk towards him, "Damn it." He hit it again, causing to to stumble to to the left a bit, ending up leaned against the massive tire of the army truck. He stabbed walker through the lower part of it's head but it was still alive. He attempted to pull the crowbar out of it's head but he couldn't because it got stuck. He turned his gaze towards Tara, Noah and Izzy who came out of the truck, "Can I borrow that a sec?" Tara threw Glenn's M4 to him as he caught it without any problem, "Thanks."
He slammed the back of Glenn's M4 against the walker's head, finally killing it, but it wasn't over. The first walker that he hit with his crowbar, the one he thought to be already dead at this point let out a growl. He came up to it and slammed the back of Glenn's M4 against it's head, getting rid of it for good.
"There's some rags in the back." He said, giving Glenn's M4 back to Tara. He pulled his crowbar out of walker's head and turned around to see Tara, Noah and Izzy staring at him. He looked at them in confusion, "What?"
"Never seen that before." Tara replied.
Abraham looked over his shoulder at the dead walker and let out a short laugh, "I've seen you do the same thing."
"You smiled." Tara explained what she meant by her words, "You were smiling."
Izzy only nodded her head in agreement. Smilling and laughing while killing the walkers was the kind of behaviour she would have except from old more crazier herself. The world changing into what it is today and later Owen's death really affected the way she behaved. Now that she thought about it, she wondered if the old herself would recognized herself now.
"Well, I'm the..." The orange haired man said with a small pause in the middle of the sentence, "Luckiest guy in the world."
"Luckiest guy in the world?" Noah repeated his words, "What that's supposed to mean?"
The bookworm received no answer to his question. The orange haired man turned away from the group of three, now looking at the cars blocking the road, "How about you help me with one of these cars? We got some miles to go."
Carl, Chef and Chris were in the dining-room of the house they were staying in, gathered around the table. Chris and Carl were in the middle of eating their breakfast which consisted of some corn flakes as Chef was watching them eat from his seat, occasionally sharing a word or two with them, an empty laying bowl in front of him as he was already done with his breakfast.
Michonne entered the dining-room and placed an empty bowl on the table and an opened bottle of water for herself. Everyone in the dining-room looked at her, immediately noticing her new white shirt.
"What's with the new shirt?" Chris said as he jokingly smiled up at her as Carl laughed at the view of Michonne's new shirt, "You got bored of the old one?"
"Do you have something against my extremely comfortable and attractive shirt?" Michonne asked Carl and Chris.
"No, no, no." Carl said, still laughing, "It looks great."
"It might be the first time I see you change your clothes." Chris nodded in agreement as Chef snorted, "What?"
"That's funny coming from a guy who wears the same clothes for how long now? Since the night we crashed in the forest when we were on the way to start the third season?" Chef pointed out that Chris didn't change his clothes even once since all of this started. He offered Chris a smirk as knew that that his fellow host couldn't really argue with that.
"Hey." Chris became defensive as Michonne and Carl laughed, "I wash my clothes whenever I get an apportunity to do so."
Michonne took her seat and poured some corn flakes for herself, "I wish we had some soy milk."
Carl looked at her, suprised, "Seriously?"
"Yes, seriously." Michonne nodded her head, "Have you ever tried it?"
"My best friend in third grade he was allergic to dairy." Carl began as Michonne, Carl and Chef listened to his story, "And every day he would bring this soy stuff to lunch. I tried it and I threw up."
Michonne shook her head with a smile, "Yeah, right."
"It couldn't have been that bad." Chris said, "I mean, you haven't tried Chef's food on the set of our show."
"I remember seeing that one episode where you had those kids eat all kinds of gross food." Michonne laughed, recalling seeing this episode with Mike, "You really went all the way during that challenge. I honestly felt bad for those kids "
Chris shrugged his shoulders, "The prize we prepared for the winners made it totally worth it."
"It did." Chef nodded in agreement, smilling at the memory, "Too bad I had to stay in the camp with the losers."
"All right, all right. I almost threw up. But I was like, ugh." Carl said, pretending to be vomiting, "It was so gross. I mean, literally, I would rather have powdered milk than to have to drink that stuff again. I would rather have Judith's formula..." His words died in his throat the mention of his little sister who he thought had died during Jose's and the Governor's attack. He got up from his seat and walked out of the room, "I'm gonna go finish my book. I have a couple chapters left."
Michonne let out a sigh, watching Carl walk out of the room as Chef and Chris exchanged saddened looks with each other. They continued to sit in the dining-room for the next few minutes, in almost perfect silence, the only sound coming out of the room being Michonne and Chris eating their breakfast before getting up from their seats. They made their way into the kitchen where Rick was.
"Thank you." He said to them, making them look at him, "I heard him laughing in there. Almost forgot what that sounded like. I can't be his father and his best friend. He needs you. All three of you. I know that's a lot to throw at you." He looked at Michonne, "So if you're ever feeling like you need a break."
"I'm done taking breaks." Michonne quickly replied as Rick nodded his head at her.
"So." Chris leaned against the fridge, "What's the plan? This place, is it home or just a stop along the way?"
"Well, let's just stay here while we figure it out." Rick answered.
"Well, we'll need more supplies." Chef suggested what they should do next, "We can go out Carl and get some."
Chris nodded, agreeing with Chef's idea, "Good idea."
Michonne nodded as well, "Yeah. We'll go with Carl and search for some supplies."
"I'll come, too." Rick nodded.
"You were unconscious yesterday." Michonne pointed out to which Chris and Chef nodded in agreement.
"I'm awake today." Rick assured them.
"We need you strong." Chef told him, turning towards the exit from the kitchen, "Just get some rest today."
Several minutes later after Rick's talk with Chef, Chris and Michonne in the kitchen, the group of five walked out of the house they were staying in. Chris, Chef, Carl and Michonne had empty hanging down from their shoulders, ready to put the supplies they will on their supply run find in them.
"How long you think you'll be?" Rick asked, being the last one to exit the house.
"We'll try to fill in a couple of bags." Chris said, "It shouldn't take long."
Michonne nodded, "We should be back before the noon."
Rick pulled his Python out of the holster and held it out to his son, "You follow their lead. You understand?" Carl took his Python from him but remained unresponsive, "Hey. Everything okay?"
"Yeah." Carl gave him a nod of his head in response, "I'm just... hungry."
"All right." Rick patted his son's shoulder, "I'll see you in a couple hours."
Rick watched how Chris, Chef, Michonne and Carl came down the steps and walked into the streets before turning away from them and entering the house again. He closed the door and pushed the sofa towards it to block it before making his way into one of the rooms on the upper floor where he'll take the rest Chef, Chris and Michonne told him to take.
At the same time the group of four people that went on the supply run had just finished searching through the first house and Chris and Chef had to admit that they found more supplies in that house than they were excepting. They were only after one house and Carl was already carrying two bags filled with supplies and Michonne's bag was already half filled.
"Well." Chris said, wanting to start a conversation, adjusting his bag, "I think It'e easy to say that this supply run is already a success."
"You cay say that again, pretty boy." Chef said, "I hope we find as many supplies in the other houses."
"Find anything good?" Michonne asked Carl as they exited the house, "Candy bars? Comic books? Manga? Crazy Cheese?"
Carl looked at her, suprised by the last thing she mentioned, "Huh?"
"Bam, Crazy Cheese." Michonne said as she pulled the said thing out of her bag, "Found it still sealed and everything. Now I'll be nice and let you have the first pull."
Carl shook her head at her offer, declining it, "No, thanks."
"Are you sure?" Michonne asked him.
"I'm fine." Carl said as he stepped forward from the group of four, now walking in front of Michonne, Chris and Chef.
"You don't seem fine." Michonne pointed out.
"I'm just tired." Carl replied but Michonne, Chris and Chef weren't buying his answer. The latter two jogged up to him as the former stayed behind for a second. She squirted some of the Crazy Cheese into her mouth and jogged up to the rest of her group. She tried to make Carl by pretending to be a walker but failed at doing so. She swallowed the cheese and looked at Chris and Chef who looked at her as if she had just grown second head.
She wiped the remains of cheese off her lips as they approached another house, "I'm sorry. I'm not very good at making boys your age laugh. Toddlers find me funny. Two, three-year-olds."
"What do you mean toddlers?" Carl asked out of curiosity, Chris looking at her in a curious manner too as Chef knocked on the window of the front door to the house, wanting to know if they were any walkers inside.
"I had a three-year-old son and he happened to find me extremely funny." Michonne explained as Chef opened the door and entered the house.
"We need food, batteries, water, in that order." He told his group as Chris, Carl and Michonne followed him into the house.
"Why didn't you ever tell me you had a kid?" Carl asked Michonne, entering the house as Chris and Chef exchanged looks with each other, wondering if Michonne's was the person she spoke to when they were in the BBQ shack "What was his name? Did you have any others? Were you married?"
"Okay. " Michonne replied. "I'll answer one question at a time, one room at a time, and only after we've cleared it."
The sound of a group of people entering the house he was staying in woke up Rick from his slumber. His eyes shot open when someone's painful screams and begging for mercy which was followed by a few people laughing at this person's misery rang through his ears. He placed his hand on his holster, wanting to pull his Python out of it, only to find out that it wasn't there.
He cursed mentally as he recalled that he gave his Python to his son when he left to go on the supply run with Chef, Chris and Michonne. He climbed himself out of his bed and walked over to the door to the room he was staying in, leaning against it as the some of the people from the group that just entered his shelter started making their way up the stairs.
One of those people stopped in front of the entrance to the door to the room in the middle of the halfway. This person turned out to be a grey haired man in his 40's. He had a blind right eye and a scar was going down from the right side of his forehead down to his right cheek. He opened the door and was about to enter the room but someone stopped him from doing so.
"Move out of the way, Micah." The other man who had a bandana over his forehead and was armed with an M16 stopped in front of Micah, "The room is mine."
"In your dreams, Tony." Micah laughed in response, entering the room as Rick quickly moved away from the door and hid himself underneath the bed, not wanting to get spotted by these strangers who have already proven themselves to be dangerous. "I already claimed it for myself. You know the rules."
Tony scoffed as Micah locked the door in front of his face, "Asshole."
Tony continued to walk through the second floor, passing by Rick's room. Rick quickly used this opportunity to grab his water bottle, not wanting to leave a single trace that someone was staying in this house at this moment. Tony returned to Rick's view only a few seconds later and this time, the bandana wearing man entered the room he was staying in.
Rick held his breath as he watched how Tony circled around the room, searching through furnitures for any supplies and finding none. Rick bit his lip, doing his best to stop himself from making any noise as Tony stopped right in front of him, his boots inches away from Rick's face. Rick felt how a tiny bit of relief overcame his body when Tony laid down on the bed instead of checking what was underneath it.
Rick was left with only one option because Tony was not going anywhere anytime soon. He had wait for him to fall asleep. Once he heard Tony snoring, he knew it was his chance to leave. He was about to crawl out of his hiding spot underneath the bed but unfortunely for him was quickly forced to return back to his hiding spot when another man entered the room.
"Yo." He said to Tony, slamming his hand against the door a few times, intending to wake Tony up.
Tony woke up from his slumber and asked, "What do you want, Len?"
"Comfy?" Len asked him in return.
Tony let out a frustated sigh, "You waking me up to see if I'm comfortable?"
"I want to lie down." Len explained to Tony why he came to this room.
"Two other bedrooms up here to choose." Tony pointed out.
"Micah and Lucas are already in them." Len explained, "Besides, I don't want a kids room. The beds are too small for my liking. I want this one."
"It's claimed." Tony told him as Len took a few steps towards him, now standing next to the member of his group.
"I didn't hear it." He responded to Tony's words as Tony got up from the bed, "You gonna have to lay claim somewhere else."
The two of them started fighting as Rick watched from his hiding spot how the two men wrestled around the room. Len punched Tony in the face, sending him down to the floor. He got himself on top of him and once again punched him in the face as Tony attempted to get him off of him. Len punched him in the face for the third time and Tony's face went to the side. His eyes widened when he spotted Rick laying underneath the bed as Len wrapped his hands around his neck, beginning to choke him.
"Len! Stop!" Tony wanted to warn Len that there was a total stranger laying underneath the bed but Len was not listening to him. He put more pressure on his neck as he procceded to choke him. He and Rick exchanged glances just seconds before he passed out from being strangled.
"My bed now, jackoff." Len said to the unconscious Tony, laying down on the bed as Rick carefully watched Tony's unmoving body to make sure he won't wake up and see him again.
Michonne, Carl, Chris and Chef were completely silent as they continued to search through the house. This house didn't had as many supplies as the other houses they checked during their supply run, but they still found something their group could use which mostly was the cans of food Chris found in the kitchen.
"What was your son's name?" Carl asked, breaking the silence between the group of four.
Michonne turned her gaze away from the painting of two rabbits and looked at him, "I said after."
"Well, these are actually two separate rooms and we already cleared that one, so..." Carl pointed out.
Michonne let out a sigh as she stayed silent for a few seconds before responding to Carl's question, "Andre." She paused for a second as Carl, Chris and Chef listened to what she had to say to them, "His name was Andre Anthony."
"Was he the person you were talking to?" Chris asked her, "Back in the BBQ shack?"
Michonne shook her head, "You know the rules, Chris."
"I do." Chris nodded his head as he lifted up his bag of supplies which was heavier than it used to be when they entered this house, "I found a few cans in the kitchen. Does that count?"
"I guess it does." Michonne sighed before answering to Chris' question from earlier, "I wasn't talking to my son back then. I was talking to my boyfriend Mike. I lost both of them around the same time."
"Did you had another child?" Carl asked as Michonne headed out of the room. He followed her into the halfway and was followed by Chris and Chef, "Beside Andre?"
"No." Michonne shook her head, another sigh leaving her lungs, "One was enough for me. And Andre was a handful, like you."
"Does this hallway count as a room?" Carl questioned.
"If you can find something we can use." Michonne replied as Carl quickly turned away and walked off to find something useful in the halfway.
He returned to her, Chris and Chef a moment later, holding a painting. He put it down in front of Michonne, "This is the only thing I could find. Does it count?"
Michonne turned her gaze towards Chris and Chef who gave her nods of their heads in response. She turned her gaze back towards Carl a second later and replied, "Technically, yes."
"So?" Carl began, folding his arms, "How long has it been?"
"It happened after, you know, after everything happened." Michonne replied as Carl, Chris and Chef nodded in understanding.
"Does my dad know?" Carl asked her another question.
"Never told him." Michonne answered, "Never told anyone till just now."
"Your secret is safe with me." Carl assured her as Chris nodded his head in agreement.
Chef gave her an assuring nod, "We won't tell anyone about it unless you'll want us to."
"It's not really a secret." Michonne told them.
"It's still safe with us." Carl said to which Chef and Chris nodded his head in agreement., turning away from Michonne. He unholstered his dad's Python and readied himself to enter another room as Michonne smiled to herself.
She picked up the painting which Carl brought to her and uncovered it. Her eyes widened when she was the painting of a woman that was covered in blood. She eyed it, clearly disturbed by it. She showed it off to Chris and Chef. Chris' eyes snapped open, as he too became clearly disturbed by the painting. Even Chef looked slightly disturbed by it.
Michonne put the painting down shorty after. She, Chris and Chef turned around to look at the side of the halfway from which Carl came with this painting to see a single door in front of them. They slowly made their way to the door and Michonne placed her hand on the handle. She exchanged a look with Chris and Chef. They nodded at her. She pushed the door open right after.
They were greeted by a very small room which had another door in the middle of it. They walked over to the door and Chris opened it. The group of three entered it and the first thing they spotted were toys, a lot of them. It was quite easy for them to say that it was the kids room before this house was abandoned by it's former owners.
They walked through the room and came across another door. Chef opened it and entered another room, followed by Chris and Michonne. This room was entirely painted in pink. It wasn't long before they spotted something laying on the beds. They spotted four rotten corpses. Two of the bodies belonged to the adults and two of the bodies belonged to children.
Michonne let out a deep breath. Chef turned his gaze away from the image in front of him, not wanting to see it as Chris placed his hand on his stomach, starting to feel sick because of what he had just saw in this room. They all quickly hurried out of the room, making sure to lock the door after they exited it as Carl entered the kid's room.
"Guys?" He asked. He looked at them in worry once he saw their expressions, "Are you okay?"
Michonne quickly responded to Carl's question, "Yes. We're fine."
"What's in there?" Carl wanted to know, taking a small step towards them.
"Trust me, Carl." Chef shook his head, "You don't want to know."
"We should get going." Chris said, moving towards the exit from the kids room, "It's almost noon. Rick will wonder where we are if we're late."
The army truck continued to drive through the road towards it's destination which was still completely unknown for Tara, Izzy and Noah. Glenn slowly opened his eyes and turned to his left t see Gwen. The goth woke up from her slumber and rubbed her eyes, tiredly. They looked at each other and quickly exchanged glances, confused by they were greeted by after opening their eyes.
Izzy crawled over to them, smilling, "Hey, they're awake!"
Noah turned to look at Glenn and Gwen and offered them a small smile, "Welcome back to the land of living."
Glenn and Gwen pushed themselves up, attempting to sit up by Izzy and Tara stopped them from doing so. The later handed Glenn a canteen of water, saying to him, "Don't move. Have some water."
"You just woke up." Izzy added, handing a canteen of water to Gwen, "Just lay down for a few more minutes."
Gwen took a sip from her canteen and asked, "What happened?"
"You lost your consciousness on the road." Izzy replied, "You had us worried."
"Where are we now?" Glenn wanted to know.
"On the back of the truck." Tara answered, "It seemed safer than staying on the road."
"Did we pass a bus?" Glenn questioned he looked at Noah and Izzy, "From the prison?"
"We did." Noah nodded in confirmation, "The road around it was filled with bodies. Everyone were dead."
Glenn and Gwen sighed once they were informed about what happened with the people from the prison bus, aware that they would have most likely share their fate if they didn't left back in the prison.
"How long since we passed it?" Gwen questioned after letting out a sigh.
"About three hours now." Izzy replied.
Glenn sat up and turned around to look at the window on the back of the truck. He started slamming his fist against it, yelling to the man behind the steering wheel to stop the truck, but the orange haired man ignored him. Gwen, Tara, Noah and Izzy joined him and all of them started banging on the window. They finally got the answer from the orange haired man but it wasn't the answer they wanted. He just flipped them off.
"Hm, that's really mature of you." Noah stated, sarcasm evident in his voice as he continued to bang on the window.
"Move out of the way, guys." Gwen said, picking up her AK47. She started hitting the window with the back of her gun, causing the window to crack.
It was enough for the orange haired man. He stopped the truck just a few seconds after Gwen cracked the window. The group on the back of the truck grabbed their stuff and jumped off the truck. They started walking away from the truck, walking in the direction from which they came from as the orange haired man and his group got themselves out of the truck and followed them.
"Where the hell are you going?" He asked Tara, Noah, and Izzy as Glenn took the lead of their group, procceding to walk forward, "Where the hell is he going? I don't know what your friends told you about the special nature of the mission we're on, but this shit is time-sensitive and we're already way behind schedule. So I need you to turn your ass around and get back in the truck."
"I gotta go." Glenn said as the orange haired man stopped in front of him, making him stop walking.
"It seems like none one of you's been paying close enough attention to the hell on earth we've been living in." The orange haired man stated, "So let me tell you how to best avoid winding up just another dead-alive prick. You find some strong, like-minded comrades and you stay stuck together like wet on water. We need people. The more the better. We need each other, partner. I'm gonna have to insist that you hold the hell up. Believe it or not, the fate of the entire damn human race might depend on it."
"What are you talking about?" Gwen asked, turning to look at Izzy, Noah and Tara, "Who are these people, anyway?"
"I second that question." Glenn added, nodding his head.
"I'm Sergeant Abraham Ford." Abraham introduced himself before gesturing to his companions, "And these are my companions Rosita Espinosa and Dr. Eugene Porter. We're on a mission to get Eugene to Washington, DC. Eugene's a scientist and he knows exactly what caused this mess."
"How about he'll share with us what happened if he knows that?" Noah asked right after Abraham introduced himself and his companions, looking at Eugene with a skeptical look on his face.
"It's classified." Eugene replied, noticing the look the bookwork was giving him.
"Classified? Are you kidding me?" Noah said, not even trying to hide skepticism in his voice, "I don't think the people who wanted it to remain a mystery care about it anymore."
"I don't like the tone of your voice, boy." Abraham said to the bookworm, immediately noticing the tone of his voice.
Noah crossed his arms, turning to look at Abraham, "Excuse me for being skeptic about something that I've been told by the people that I just met, especially when it is about something like that. Any person can pretend to be a scientist just to have the protection of the other people these days. I'm suprised you didn't realize that, yet."
"It's okay, Abraham. There's no need to argue." Eugene said, stopping Abraham from responding to Noah's words, "I understand the skepticism. I'll be more than happy to prove him wrong once we'll reach Washington."
Abraham stayed silent for a second and just shook his head at Noah's behaviour. What was wrong with his kid? He has just been informed that there is hope for everything to return to the way it was before the dead started walking and this is how he reacts to it?
"He'd been talking to the muckety-mucks in Washington on his satellite phone." Abraham said to Noah's friends after a moment of silence betweem the two groups, "The past couple weeks, nobody's been picking up on the other end. We saw how you handled those corpses back there. We could use your help."
"Sorry." Glenn replied, walking past Abraham as Rosita shook her head, watching it from the background.
"Our friends are out there." Gwen added, following Glenn, "They didn't gave up on me or Glenn or Noah when we were sick and I'm not going to give up on them either."
"Exactly." Izzy agreed with Gwen, beginning to follow her. Noah and Tara quickly followed her example.
"I had to get us off that road." Tara said, walking between Noah and Izzy, "You and Gwen were passed out, we were almost out of bullets. I know how to get back to that bus. I wrote down every turn. I will get you back if I can, okay?"
"That's where she'd go to find me." Glenn said, "That's where I'm gonna go."
"Don't forget that Trent, Leshawna, Bob and Sasha might be with her." Izzy reminded Glenn
Glenn nodded his head to that, "At least we know they're still out there."
"It's a waste of time." Abraham began, following the group of five, "Tara, Izzy and Noah told us what went down. There is zero chance you will ever find your wife or friends again. Alive or dead. Mainly because, sorry to tell you, she's gone. No need for you to die, too. Ain't that what happened to Izzy and Noah when they returned to your destroyed home and found the bodies of their close friends. What were their names? Eva and Cody."
Glenn, Noah and Izzy froze in their tracks once they heard the people Abraham just mentioned as Gwen turned around to look at him, wondering if it was really what he just said to them and if she wasn't just hearing things. Glenn dropped his stuff on the ground, his gaze facing the road ahead of him as Izzy clenched her fist, feeling the urge to punch Abraham in the face when she heard him use her dead friends as an example.
"When the people we love and care about kick... well, they disappear." Abraham continued, "Doesn't mean you've got to go out that way, too."
Glenn turned around to look at Abraham. He looked straight in his eyes and swung his fist at him. He hit Abraham right in the face, sending him to the ground.
"Thank you, Glenn." Izzy said, glaring at Abraham.
"I was thinking about doing that myself." Noah glared at Abraham as well.
"My wife is alive and so are our friends and we're gonna find her." Glenn told him, picking up his stuff from the ground.
"You son of a bitch!" Abraham shouted as he got himself back on his feet.
He pushed himself into run and jumped at Glenn, tackling him to the ground. Tara, Gwen, Rosita, Noah and Izzy quickly rushed over to them, trying to break the two fighting men away from each other but it was no use. Izzy was about to punch Abraham in the face once he got himself on top of Glenn which didn't went unnoticed by him.
He pushed her away from him when her fist was about to collide with his face, making her stumble backwards as Glenn hit him in the shoulder with his elbow. This allowed him to escape from Abraham's grasp but it wasn't long before Abraham once again got himself on top of him and pressed his hands against his throat, starting to choke him. Noticing this, Izzy quickly rushed back towards the fight swung her fist at Abraham, this time succeeding in punching him in the face.
At the time Eugene who was unlike the rest of the group stayed next to the truck once the fight between Abraham and Glenn broke out. He looked around himself and spotted a single coming out of the woods in front of him.
"Hey!" He shouted but his screams were ignored by the rest as they were still trying to end the fight between Glenn and Abraham, "Hey!"
He quickly made his way to the front seats in the truck and pulled out a machine rifle. He turned around himself and saw a few more walkers coming out of the old rotten croops which mostly consisted of corn behind him. He pulled the trigger and machine rifle fired. He opened fire it at the single walker in front of him before moving his gun towards the walkers behind, still firing the machine rifle while doing so, some of the bullets he fired hitting the army truck in the process.
The sound of someone firing their gun was enough to the end the fight between Glenn and Abraham. Everyone turned to the source of it and saw Eugene firing a machine rifle at the pack walkers, showing off his terrible shooting skills to everyone. They quickly pushed themselves into run towards him, quickly forgetting about the conflict.
"Eugene! Stop firing, damn it!" Abraham screamed to Eugene, running towards him, "Stop firing! We need to get our weapons."
He jogged up to Eugene and pulled out Desert Eagle. He opened fire at the walkers in front of him and Eugene, the others quickly joining him as more and more walkers started coming out of the corn. Rosita and Noah fired their pistols to get rid of the undead, Izzy fired her shotgun, Gwen fired her AK47, Glenn used Abraham's Mp5 and Tara used a submachine AK which she found in the truck.
It was just a matter of time before all of the walkers ended up on the ground, dead. Abraham took the machine rifle away from Eugene and turned away from him. He took the now empty magazine out of the machine rifle and noticed something that the gas was leaking out of the truck's gas tank.
He crouched down, giving himself a batter view at it, "Son of a dick..."
Len had fallen asleep and his snoring could be heard across the entire room or maybe even floor. Rick knew it was his chance to move out. He had get out of this house and warn Carl, Michonne, Chris and Chef about the people who invaded their currect shelter and clearly didn't have the best intentions. He crawled himself out of his hiding spot, making sure to be a quiet as possible.
He got himself back on his feet, making sure to be as quiet as ever and looked around the room. He saw Len who was still sleeping soundly on the bed and Tony who was still laying on the floor, still unconscious.
"Tony, Len, Micah, Lucas." A voice called from downastairs as Rick quickly rushed out of the room to see an unknown man walking up the stairs, "Get your asses down here."
Rick quickly ran into one of the other rooms on the second floor, making sure to stay away from the kids room as he remembered Len telling Tony that these room were seized by Micah and Lucas. He hid himself behind one of the walls in the room he just took shelter in as the unknown man from the stairs entered it and began playing with some of the stuff there, clearly looking for something useful.
He held his breath as the stranger picked up the tennis ball from the floor and began throwing it against the window at the end of the room, completely unaware of Rick's presence in the same room. He threw the ball against the window a few more times and turned away from it. He exited the room, throwing the ball against the floor, causing it to bounce back to him as Rick put his forehead against the wall, letting out a massive sigh of relief.
"Look at what I just found!" An unknown voice rang from the first floor.
"Goddamn, Cyrus!" Another unknown voice shouted, happily, "That's the best thing we found in this fucking house!"
"Don't look at it like it was yours, Harley." Cyrus said, "I already claimed it for myself!"
"Shut up, both of you!" Len shouted, awaken by the shouting coming from the first floor, "I'm trying to get some sleep!"
"Yeah!" Micah's voice rang from his room, "What he said!"
"There's a woman shacking up in here!" Harley shouted.
"Say what?" Len asked, wanting to be sure if he didn't misheard it.
"Is she hot?" A voice called out from the other room on the second floor. It must have belong to Lucas.
"Don't grab your pecker just yet!" Cyrus shouted as Micah and Lucas opened the door to their rooms, "She ain't here!"
"What the hell you hollering about?" Len asked, coming out of his room.
"Cyrus found her shirt." Harley explained as Len, Micah and Lucas started walking down the stairs, "Must have washed it this morning.
"Oh, he found a shirt?" Micah asked, "She could be miles away by now."
"Why'd she go to all the trouble of washing a shirt when she's just gonna ditch it?" Cyrus pointed out, "She'll be back."
"I call first when she gets here." Len said as Rick started feeling sick in his stomach, immediately realizing what Len was planning to do to Michonne.
"Who knows who else she got with her." A completely new voice said as Rick came out of the room, taking glances between the stairs and the other room where Tony was still unconscious. He noticed Len's weapon laying on the bed. He moved towards it, intending to take it, "We need to be ready for anything. Len, you and Lucas take the side room."
He quickly changed his plans when he heard Len say, "Hold on, let me get a gun."
"Same here." Lucas added.
"I'll watch the front den with Cyrus, you've got the other side room." The voice continued to speak. It must have been the leader of this group. Rick quickly fleed to the bathroom as Len, Micah and Lucas started making their way back to the second floor, wanting to take their guns out of their rooms.
"I thought Tony got that." Another new voice said.
"Where the hell is Tony?" The leader asked before crying out for the unconscious man, "Tony! Get him the hell up."
Rick locked the door to the bathroom in the exact moment when Len, Lucas and Micah entered their rooms. He turned around to see a member of the group that invaded this house sitting on the toilet, an UZI wrapped around him. The stranger's eyes snapped open in shock as Rick quickly reacted to his presence and hit him in the stomach. The stranger quickly jumped to his feet and shoved himself towards Rick.
They stumbled across the room, stopping in front of the sick. Rick noticed a belt laying on top of the sink and quickly came up with an idea. He wasted no time and grabbed the belt from the sink. He wrapped it around the stranger's neck, beginning to choke him. The stranger attempted to free himself from Rick's grasp. He reached out for the scissors which were laying on the sink but had no chance to grab them because he was pulled away from the sink by Rick.
Rick put the man he was choking on the floor, pinning him down against it and didn't let go off the belt until his opponent stopped moving. Rick let out a deep breath as he took the stranger's UZI and aimed it at the entrance to the bathroom, waiting for someone from the group to enter it. They could have heard the sound of Rick fighting one of their buddies, but luckilly for him, no one came.
He got himself back on his feet and walked over to the window, opening it. He took the stranger's brown jacket off and pulled it through the opened window, placing it on the roof. He climbed through the window and put the the jacket on himself. He slung the UZI over his shoulder and made his way to the edge of the roof. He quietly climbed down the roof, making sure to not harm himself while doing so.
He landed on the porch in the back of the house and crouched down. He looked around himself, making sure there wasn't not a single person around him and made his way off the porch. He sneaked his way to the front porch and was forced to stop himself from making his way further when he saw heard how two people entered it.
He looked up, giving himself a quick view of them. One of them was a grey haired man in his mid 50's and the other one was a black haired man in his late 20's who had his eyes covered by the sunglasses. He turned his gaze away from the two men and turned it towards the street, immediately spotting Carl, Chris, Chef and Michonne who were returning from their supply run.
Rick let out a deep breath, knowing he had no other choice but to kill the two men on the porch. He clenched his teeth and was about to lean himself out of the cover but stopped himself from doing so in the last minute when he heard someone screaming inside the house. The two men on the porch quickly went back into the house, wanting to know what was happening in there.
Rick used this situation to his advantage and quickly pushed himself into run towards Chef, Carl, Chris and Michonne. He quickly made his way to his group and told them to run. Chef, Carl, Chris and Michonne reacted to what he just said to them and turned away from the house. The group of five quickly ran away from the house, not looking back.
Glenn, Gwen, Izzy, Noah, Tara, Rosita and Eugene were gathered around the truck as Abraham laying underneath the truck, trying to fix the gas tank. Unfortunely for him and his group, he quickly found out that the gas tank was beyond repair which meant only one thing. They will have to leave the truck behind.
"We were running a convoy in one of these." He began, laying underneath the truck, "Coming up a dune, there's this camel, looks like it's about to puke. Probably becauseshitbird's packed about four pounds of C- up its ass. We were within feet of that blast that sent that animal's hump half a klick into the desert. And we drove home. So you tell me how in the holy hell did you possibly kill this truck?"
"A fully amped-up state and an ignorance of rapid-firing weapons." Eugene replied as Abraham climbed himself out from the underneath the truck.
"Sorry about your ride." Glenn said to Abraham, handing his Mp5 back to him. He turned away from him and started walking away from, "Hope you guys make it to Washington."
"Good luck to you." Gwen said, turning away from Abraham, Rosita and Eugene. She catched up to Glenn as Izzy and Noah followed them, not saying a word to the people they met today, "You're gonna need it."
Tara handed the submachine AK to Rosita and followed Glenn, Gwen, Izzy and Noah, "Wait for me, guys."
Rosita sighed as she followed them, seeing no better options at this moment, "What the hell else are we gonna do?"
"Go to Washington." Abraham replied as he screamed out to Rosita, Glenn, Gwen, Izzy, Tara and Noah, "Fix the whole damn world!"
"That way's clear. Who knows what's north. We'll find another vehicle. We'll go with them until we do." Eugene said, watching the others walk away as Abraham looked at him, "Trust me. I'm smarter than you."
He and Abraham went to the back of the truck and grabbed their bags with supplies before following the rest of the group, leaving the vehicle behind.
Glenn, Abraham, Gwen, Izzy, Noah, Tara, Rosita and Eugene continued to walk forward themselves. Glenn walked in the front of the group of eight, with Rosita and Gwen walking closely behind him. Izzy and Noah walked behind Gwen and Rosita, occassinaly sharing a word with each other as Eugene walked right behind the two of them. Abraham and Tara walked in the back of the group as they were in the middle of the conversation with each other.
"Got to hand it to him. He's a persistent son of a bitch and Izzy can punch really good. My cheek felt sore for a few seconds after she punched me." Abraham said to Tara, resting his Mp5 on his shoulder "I get why you're following him. You're loyal. You're a good person. I like it. But what we're doing, I don't know how else to say it." He paused for a second to let out a short chuckle, "Saving the world is just more important. I mean, even if they find Glenn's wife and their friends, so what? How long do you think they'll live happily ever after if we don't get Eugene up to Washington?"
"You think because I'm following Glenn, Izzy, Gwen and Noah that makes me a good person?" Tara asked Abraham. She shook her head, "I'm not."
Abraham let out a short laugh, "You're good."
"You don't know anything about me." Tara pointed out, "Just like I don't know anything about why you're going to Washington. I get why Eugene's going. He's the only one that knows how to end this. And Rosita, she loves you. She'd follow you anywhere. But why the hell you agreed to drive him halfway across the country."
"Is that hard to believe, I want to save the world?" Abraham asked her.
"Because you're a good person?" Tara asked him in return, "You don't have to tell me why. Just don't lie to me."
It's been a while since Rick, Carl, Michonne, Chef and Chris left the place they were staying in for the past day. The group of five was walking forward themselves along the train tracks.
Carl reached into his bag and pulled out Crazy Cheese that Michonne found earlier that day during their supply run with Chef and Chris. He held it out to the dark skinned woman, offering it to her, "Crazy cheese?"
Michonne shook her head at Carl's offer, smilling, "No. I'm good."
"Guys." Chris said as he pointed at something next to him. Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing at and noticed a map to a place called Terminus. It was attached to the train car, "What do you think? Should we go there?"
"I think we should give it a chance." Chef voiced his thoughts about Terminus.
Rick hesitated for a moment before nodding his head, "Let's go."
His group nodded. They turned away from the map and started walking further down the tracks, heading towards their new destination.
Hope it wasn't that bad. See you in another chapter.