Sorry these updates have been slow, I'm in the midst of midterms and kind of need to do school work.
I hope the next chapter come sooner, but I shouldn't promise anything.
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Blake fell back to the ground, recovering quickly when she saw Rick stabbing the man she was about to attack with what looked to be a chunk of wood. Blake quickly slit the machete man's throat before pulling out her gag and kneeling down to cut Daryl and Carl's bonds. Carl had fallen down on his side while Daryl had nearly ended up in the blood filled trough because of the violent tremors. Rick quickly ran across the room, taking out he man who was cutting up the body on the table before he was able to process what was happening.
"You guys okay?" Daryl asked the teens as he helped Carl to his feet.
"Yeah." Carl breathed, slightly shaken from the events that had just unfolded. Blake just nodded at Daryl.
"Come on!" Rick called from a doorway across the room. Daryl grabbed the baseball bat and threw it to Rick while Carl picked up the machete and they all headed for the door. Once through, Daryl grabbed a stray piece of pipe from the ground. Rick placed a hand on Carl's shoulder, looking him in the eye with a silent apology. Carl nodded back, showing he was okay.
The group weaved through the room, dodging the hanging torsos and wondering what the hell these people were.
"If we run into any of these people, kill them." Rick said. "Don't hesitate. They won't."
Carl followed Rick with Blake right behind and Daryl bringing up the rear. They left the room of torsos and emerged into what looked to be the backside of the compound, near the fence. Flames were visible above the tops of the buildings.
Rick jogged along the brick walls, glancing back every few seconds to make sure they hadn't lost anyone. As they passed a train car, a male voice was heard from inside, calling out for anyone that could hear.
"Rick." Daryl hissed, trying to stay quiet.
Rick turned back, looking at Daryl expectantly.
"We gotta let them out." Daryl insisted. "That's still us."
Rick seemed to think for a moment before nodding reluctantly. The group ran over to the car, Daryl unlatching the door and throwing it open while the other three kept look out for walkers or residents.
Once the door was open, a deranged looking man with overgrown hair and a surplus of tattoos flew out of the car, grabbing Daryl's shoulders and looking him straight in the eye. "We're the same." He laughed. "We're the same!" suddenly, a walker came out from behind the train car and grabbed the man, taking a huge bite out of his shoulder. The man just laughed harder, seeming to not notice that he was dead on his feet.
Rick grabbed the walker and stabbed it while Daryl pushed the man to the ground. Blake looked down at the crazy man for a moment and he looked back up at her, laughing as she sunk her blade into his head.
Everyone looked at the body for a moment, the face contorted in a tortured kind of grin, eyes wild and unseeing. Without saying anything, the group started running again, towards the front of the compound.
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"Where the hell are they?" Michonne muttered angrily, watching as Eugene began messing with the door.
"What the hell happened out there?" Glenn wondered, louder than Michonne, referring to the recent explosion. Maggie and Abraham were at the door, trying to see what was going on outside through the gaps in the wood.
"There's walkers out there." Maggie said, her eyebrows crinkling in concern. "The people are fighting back."
"We need to keep working." Michonne said firmly. "When they come for us we'll need to help them fight."
"And if not?" Abraham spoke up. He was an interesting man, managing to keep a straight face while he talked about the most ridiculous things.
"They'll be back." Glenn agreed with Michonne. "And we need weapons."
Everyone stayed where they were for a moment, taking a collective breath before they went back to turning their belts and wood scraps from the car into effective weapons.
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As the quartet came upon and intersection of walls-their options being continue straight or turn right-Rick held up a hand and everyone stopped behind him, readying their weapons. Daryl stepped forward, looking around the corner to see what Rick was seeing. When Blake turned around to watch behind them, automatic gunfire sounded, and everyone flinched.
Rick ran for the skeleton of a car twenty feet away and ducked behind it, letting the group of people pass him. He heard footsteps and a squishing sound behind him, and turned to see Daryl slowly lowering a walker to the ground. The men nodded to each other before Rick ran out from behind the car, utilizing his chunk of wood again to stab the back-man in the throat and take his gun, mowing the rest of the shooting group down before they could turn.
The other three picked up guns from the mess of dead bodies and followed as Rick began running again.
Blake and Carl didn't have to worry about killing the few walkers the group encountered on their way to rescue the others, Daryl and Rick took them out easily, leaving both teens to wonder when they'd become so immune to seeing people murdered in front of them.
The journey was easy until the group reached the courtyard, and discovered the explosion was caused by the massive propane tank that was no longer there. The fence was down, and it was obvious that the walkers had been drawn in by the explosion and gunfire. There was a swarm of them in the otherwise empty yard, and the group pushed through, heading for a train.
Rick jogged up the stairs while Carl Daryl and Blake took down walkers, keeping them from getting too close as Rick ripped the door open and yelled for everyone inside to run for the fence.
A steady stream of people flowed out of the car, Blake only recognized Michonne out of the nine faces that passed her. Everyone started moving towards the fence, one of the men shouting at someone not to leave someone's side. Blake couldn't tell who was talking or who they were talking to. She began backing up, Carl to her left and Daryl on her right as they tried to keep as many walkers away from their people as possible. They could hear sounds of impact and penetration, walkers being stabbed and silenced, but nobody turned to see what was going on.
Just as Blake ran out of bullets, she heard Daryl's voice. "Blake! C'mon!"
She threw the strap of the gun over her head and turned to see Daryl standing at the base of the fence; someone had thrown a blanket over the barbed wire to make it easier to climb. Blake ran the ten steps and leaped onto the chain link, landing halfway up the fence and quickly climbing the rest of the way before swinging herself over and dropping down on the other side.
As soon as she felt the ground beneath her feet, Blake also felt hands on her waist. Unfamiliar hands. Large, rough, strong hands. She immediately whirled around, aiming a left hook at the red beard she saw.
"Woah!" the man before her leaned away, dodging the punch with a chuckle. "Calm down sweetheart, just making sure ya don't hurt yourself."
Blake just glowered at the unbelievably large an before her, heart beating a little faster than she'd like to admit.
Michonne stepped between the girl and Abraham, reaching to place a hand on Blake's shoulder. The teen immediately ducked away and Michonne held up her hands, showing she was backing off. "You okay?" She asked as Daryl dropped down from the fence, Rick not far behind.
Blake just nodded, running a slightly shaky hand through her hair.
"Come on." Rick began walking almost before his feet touched the ground, and everyone followed without question.
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