UUggghhhh I'm a horrible human being.
This update took forever for a multitude of reasons, mostly because of writers block and school. However, exams are next week so I'll be back to a fairly regular updating schedule soon.
There's a bit of a time skip between this chapter and the last, so the group is at the church already.
Enjoy!
"You okay?" Blake whipped around faster than she thought humanly possible. Maggie was standing behind her on the front stairs, the church door swinging slowly shut behind her.
Blake just shrugged in response.
"Mind if I join you?"
Blake shrugged again, a gesture which Maggie took as a yes.
"What are you doing out here alone?" Maggie asked, gazing out over the dark and quiet woods.
"Too many people." Blake sighed. It was the truth; there were twelve people in the confines of the tiny church.
"I guess you wouldn't be used to that." Maggie leaned back, resting her elbows on the step above her. "You were on your own for a while?"
"Over a year." Blake liked Maggie. She didn't try to force her talk about anything she didn't want to talk about. Although, Blake often found herself admitting things to Maggie that she hadn't expected to tell anyone.
"That's a long time for someone your age to be alone."
"That's a long time for anyone of any age to be alone." Blake countered. "Especially in this world."
"Very true." Maggie nodded.
"But if I hadn't been alone I'd probably be dead right now."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because my parents never let me learn how to defend myself." Maggie was one of the only people Blake actually didn't mind talking to, even if she did confess random things to her. "The only reason I know how to use a gun is because I had to kill…" Blake trailed off, not wanting to have a flashback at that exact moment.
Maggie let the conversation fall there. Blake appreciated the comfortable silence they were able to keep. Unfortunately, Maggie broke the still air with a question a few minutes later.
"Who's Tegan?"
Blake's head snapped up again. She was shocked, and half hoping she had misheard Maggie.
"The other night when you took my watch shift you were saying her name in your sleep."
Blake looked down at her feet and took a few breaths before answering. "My sister." The voice was barely more than a whisper. "She died."
"I had a sister." Maggie's voice matched Blake's. "Beth. She died at the prison. So did my dad." Blake could tell Maggie was holding back tears. "I know what you're going through, if you ever need to talk."
"Thanks, Maggie." Blake forced the corner of her lip up. She was trying to get better. She really was. But it was hard.
The girls on the steps fell back into a comfortable silence. Until Sasha came out of the church and ruined it.
"Have either of you seen Bob?" She asked, slight worry in her voice.
"No." Maggie said as Blake shook her head.
"He went for fresh air half an hour ago." Sasha explained.
"I came out a few minutes after he did." Blake said, her eyebrow pulling together as she thought. "I didn't see him."
"Where the hell did he go?" Sasha ran a hand through her hair, clearly flustered.
"We'll find him." Maggie assured and she stood up to place a hand on Sasha's shoulder.
TWDTWDTWDTWDTWD
Blake silently stepped through the forest, avoiding crunchy leaves and dry twigs. She viewed the forest through the scope of her gun, searching for walkers and humans alike, hoping to catch sight of an army jacket. She knew Michonne was maybe twenty yards to her left, and Glenn and Maggie were approximately the same distance to her right. Everyone accept for Carl, Tyreese, Judith and Gabriel was out looking for Bob. Rick had tried to convince Blake to stay behind, but she was incredibly stubborn, and Maggie had persuaded him otherwise.
The plan was to search through the forest until they reached the road, then turn around and go back. Blake knew she was moving slower than most of the other people searching; she wasn't just looking for Bob, she was feeling for him too. All the years she'd spent alone had resulted in remarkable sensory awareness, and it was easy for her to know when a human being-or walker-was near.
After about ten minutes, she felt Michonne walking back to the church. A few more minutes later, she heard Glenn and Maggie. They weren't exactly stealthy.
When Blake finally emerged on the road, she lowered her gun, leaning back against the nearest tree to take a breath. It had been a while since she was truly alone, and the silent air was welcoming. "I never thought I'd miss this…" Blake whispered to herself.
Suddenly, the air shifted and Blake stiffened. She heard the snarls and knew there were walkers coming from the opposite direction she'd come from. By the sounds of it, there were only two or three. Blake grabbed the dagger from her boot and stepped into the road, slinging her gun over her shoulder.
When the first walker appeared form the trees, Blake let it get close before grabbing its shoulder and stabbing it through the eye. The next walker emerged from the shadows just as Blake freed her knife from the other's head. The third followed soon after the second. Blake kicked the closer walker in the chest, knocking it down before reaching for the last one. Before she could stab it however, brains exploded out the side of the walker's head. Blake turned towards the origin of the silent bullet as fast as she could and found herself face to face with two men and a woman dressed in police uniforms. All three had pistols trained on Blake.
"Drop your weapons." One of the men commanded.
"And if I don't?" Blake knew it probably wasn't a good idea to talk back to three people holding guns, but she needed to figure a way out of this.
"We'll shoot." The other man said. The woman looked uncomfortable, but kept her weapon raised.
"Will you now?" Blake took a step towards the officers, knowing damn well she could be dead very soon. "See, I don't believe you."
"Just do it." The woman sounded less sure than the two men.
"No." Blake crossed her arms defiantly, hoping someone had been slower than her on their search for Bob.
"Don't make this hard for yourself." The first man warned.
"Oh but I don't like taking the easy way out." Blake was astounded at how calm she felt while provoking armed police officers.
"Alright, you asked for it." The second mad said. His gun flinched and Blake felt white hot pain that she'd only ever felt once before in her life shoot through her stomach. Another bullet tore through her leg, knocking her to the ground.
"ARGH!" The cry of pain escaped through her clenched teeth. Blake realized she was no longer holding her dagger and that her gun had been ripped from her back.
Blake fought the darkness that was edging its way into her vision and forced her eyes open as she felt herself being dragged down the dirt road. After a few yard, Blake felt her back leave the ground and meet the trunk of a car. 'How the hell did I not notice this?' She wondered lazily. It wasn't until then that she was hit with the gravity of the situation.
"Shit…" She sighed, realizing what had just happened as the car peeled out. "Why did they have to have silencers…?" Was her last thought before the darkness overtook her.
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