So this chapter has a bit more action, so hopefully its more exciting than the last one.
As always, I don't own anything to do with the show.
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Blake stood in front of the pharmacy panting, relieved she had finally made it. She had decided to run the last three miles to save time and get back to Carl, Rick and Michonne sooner.
Once she caught her breath, Blake whistled loudly and opened the unlocked door, listening for groans. There was no response to the high pitched sound, so Blake went in.
She pulled the walkie from her belt and turned it on, wanting to contact the others. "Rick?" She said into the speaker. "I'm at the pharmacy." There was static from the other end, which Blake assumed the others heard as well. "Lovely." She muttered to herself.
Once Blake hooked the radio on her belt, leaving it on just in case the signal picked back up, she set out in search of antibiotics for Carl. Blake was glad that Rick had finally let her go on this run, Carl needed medicine. Plus, Blake needed to remember what it was like to be on her own.
Blake thought about Carl and she began searching the dark, dusty pharmacy, how warm his flushed skin was. The fever was high, meaning his body was already fighting the infection, but it was doubtful that he could completely cure the infection without the aid of antibiotics.
A quick trip to the back of the pharmacy and over the prescription counter rewarded Blake with a locked cabinet. She knew that the antibiotics were kept in this cabinet. Her mother had refilled prescriptions at this pharmacy occasionally, with Blake along for the ride.
Blake knelt before the small white cabinet, sliding the slightly heavy bag off of her shoulders and searching through it for the screwdriver she had packed. She groaned at the amount of cans Rick had packed. There were at least six left, and she had eaten two yesterday. She really didn't eat much nowadays, she didn't want or need to. The screwdriver had slipped through the cans, right to the bottom of the bag. Once Blake's fingers found the small metal device, she pulled it out and jammed it into the lock, jimmying it for a few seconds before hearing a click and swinging the door open. She grabbed all of the translucent orange bottles, not knowing what was in them or what they were used for. She didn't have time to go through all of the labels and figure out which one she needed, she could do that later with Rick and Michonne to make things go three times as fast. She just needed to get back, which unfortunately wouldn't happen until sunset if she walked as fast as she could. Running wouldn't help this time. The pill bottles would rattle and attract walkers or people. She didn't want to deal with either.
A burst of static startled Blake as she slung the bag back over her shoulder. She quickly unhooked the walkie form her belt and listened. The connection was broken by static, and she still couldn't make out any words.
"Michonne?" Blake said into the walkie, standing and sliding over the counter again. "I'm on my way." Blake tried to speak slowly so they could catch more words if the connection any better on the other end. "Tell Rick and Carl that I'm on my way." she hooked the walkie to her belt again, turning it off to conserve the battery. Blake started towards the front of the store but stopped short when she heard the front door open and footsteps on the dingy tiles.
Blake held up her machine gun, ready to get back to Carl no matter what. She walked slowly towards the front door, keeping her feet as quiet as possible, hoping whoever was in the store with her was unaware of her.
Blake had almost made it to the front of the store when she heard the hammer of a gun being pulled back behind her, and saw two men approaching.
Blake whipped around, aiming her gun at an older man, maybe in his early fifties.
"Well would y'lookie here!" he laughed to the other members of his group as the filed into the aisle and blocked both ends. "What's a pretty 'lil thing like you doing with that big gun there?" he drawled, mocking curiosity.
Blake slowly turned around in a circle, looking each man in the eye as they aimed their weapons at her. She paused at one man who seemed less eager than the others.
"You best not shoot that thing if that's what yer thinking missy." The same man continued talking. "By my count, you'll have six weapons firing at you as soon as you fire at any one of us. and we don't miss."
Blake knew the man was right, but she didn't lower her weapon. That would be giving in. That would be letting them win.
"What's in the pack sweetheart?" another man asked.
"None of your business." Blake growled back. She wasn't about to tell them about the others, although they probably already knew due to the walkie on her hip.
"Well that wasn't very polite." The first man-who was seeming more like the leader-said, stepping closer to Blake. "Respect your elders, girlie. Now, what's in the bag?"
"None of your damn business." I growled again.
"I see." The leader looked to one of his goons, who reached out and tried to grab Blake's arm. Blake swung around, knocking his hand aside with her gun and kicking him between the legs while he wasn't expecting it.
"Don't touch me!" Blake almost yelled, trying to seem as menacing as possible while she thought of a way out of this.
"Oh-ho-ho!" the leader laughed, holding up a hand for his other goons not to attempt the same thing. "We got a feisty one here! Oh she's gonna be a fun one." He grinned almost hungrily at Blake, who wasn't expecting an attack from behind.
One of the men grabbed the strap of her gun, yanking it out of her hands and knocking her off balance. Another man grabbed Blake, pressing a knife to her throat and leaning down close to her ear, shushing her as one would and infant while she struggled.
Blake squirmed, trying to pry the man's arm away while the other laughed. All but one. The one that wasn't laughing suddenly stepped forward, still seeming unsure.
"Claimed!" he said loud enough to be heard over the laughter. The laughing stopped, and the leader looked at the man with curiosity. The knife dropped form Blake's throat, but the grip remained tight around her chest.
"What are you claiming?" the leader asked, apparently not understanding.
"The gun, the bag, the radio, the blade," he took a breath, "and her."
The men looked around, as if trying to figure something out. The guy Blake kicked finally hauled himself off the ground, confronting the guy who had just 'claimed' Blake.
"You can't do that!" he complained. "Joe! Tell him he can't do that!"
"Yeah, that's not allowed!" another whined.
"Well why the hell not?" the guy who claimed Blake protested. "Rules are no lyin' and ya gotta claim what you want. I want her and everything she got with her." He didn't seem malicious. Blake felt like he might be the outsider of this group.
The leader held up a hand for everyone to stop talking. "He's right." The leader-who was apparently named Joe-admitted with a disappointed shrug. "That's how it works. How it's always worked with us." he turned to Blake and her current restraint. "Let go of her, Dan, she belongs to Daryl now."
Yay! Happy-ish ending!
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