For the first time in days, the sun glared down on the blanket of snow covering the ground of earth. The fresh, crisp Georgian air slithered through the trees as their branches sucked in as much oxygen and sunlight as time allotted. A few birds, that had not yet made their travels farther south, bounced about in the trees branches. But even they knew that they couldn't be too loud in fear that Walkers would begin to descend upon them. They watched curiously at the house below them, tilting their heads and letting out soft chirps as they listened to the loud cracking sound.
The shed door behind the house was wide open. Reagan swung a double bladed axe over her head and it slammed down on a log, splitting it in half. She grabbed one of the split ends and placed it back on the home log, taking a deep breath and swinging it up over her head once again. Her heart pounded and her breaths slipped through her lips as pants. She had been splitting wood for quite some time; losing track of the time as the sun overhead moved through the sky. Feeling the unbearable heat forming under the cloth of her jacket, Reagan unzipped it and yanked it off, tossing it on the ground. She rolled the sleeves up on her tight shirt and grabbed the handle of the axe, pulling it from the home log and letting the head drop into the snow. Her shoulders were starting to burn from the work and her arms shook as if trying to get Reagan to take a break. But she had to do it; it was just another task that needed to get done.
The squealing back door opened and Reagan looked over to the porch to see Glenn and T-Dog stepping out. Watching them approach briefly, Reagan returned her gaze to the task at hand and grabbed another log to split. Wheeling the axe behind her, she took a deep breath and held it as she released her arms and sliced to wood in half with the utmost ease. T-Dog and Glenn stared, slightly impressed by her strength, "Why don't you take a break for a bit? We can take it from here." Glenn offered, seeing the tiredness already forming on her face.
"You don't have to do everything around here by yourself anymore. We're fully capable of pulling our own weight." T-Dog nodded at her and Reagan stared at them both. With the shrug of her shoulders, she handed T-Dog the axe,
"Help yourselves. You should probably try to cut whatever's left in the shed. There's not much there." T-Dog took the axe from her hands and Glenn leaned down, grabbing the already split pieces of wood to carry some into the house.
Reagan leaned down and grabbed her jacket, tossing it over her shoulder as she walked back towards the front of the house. The cold air caught her hot breath and caused it to form in front of her face as she walked; the steam rolled off her face and slowly disappeared into the air behind her. Her brows narrowed as she walked around the side of the garage, hearing hammers pounding up against the wall. Her brown eyes found Carl, Beth, Maggie, and Hershel all standing out in front of the house pounding nails into the boards that kept the windows safe and secure. Knowing that they were only trying to make the house more secure to live, Reagan retreated into the house, her eyes scanning for two familiar subjects in general.
Rick and Daryl stood in the living room, speaking in hushed tones with one another while Lori and Carol did dishes and cleaned up after breakfast. Reagan eyed her scythe as she walked by it and the two men looked up at her as her boots thudded against the hardwood floors. Curiously, she stared at them both, "Care to tell me what you two are up to?"
"Just talkin'." Daryl said plainly and Reagan huffed. Rick stared at Daryl for a moment before looking at Reagan,
"We're tryin' to figure out what to do to make this place more secure. We already have Maggie, Hershel, Carl, and Beth reinforcing the doors and windows all around the house. Is there another way into the yard other than the iron gate?"
"There's a back gate behind the shed. You can only get in with a key." Reagan's hand brushed up against her back pocket, making sure the key was in there. Rick nodded,
"Then there's no need to mess with that at the moment."
"I need to discuss something with you two." Reagan voiced, causing the two survivors to look at her intently. Daryl narrowed his eyes,
"What about?"
"Our supplies." She eyed him quickly and then looked back to Rick, "You guys have been here for a little over a week now. Because of that we're using more fuel than before; I know the days and nights are getting colder but we're gonna have to cut back or go out to look for more."
"How much wood do we have left?" Rick asked and Reagan shook her head,
"About maybe three days' worth. As for diesel for the generators, just about two canisters left. We need to start getting some stuff together while the weathers nice. I'm not a meteorologist so I can't say what the weather's going to be like here in the next few days."
"What do we need to do?" Daryl asked, ready to go out and scavenge for much needed supplies.
"There are a few dead trees out behind the house." Reagan nodded her head towards the back yard, "You guys should take the chainsaw's out there and cut 'em down. The four-wheeler has plenty of gas and the trailers already hooked up to it so you can take it out there."
"What about the diesel?" Rick tilted his head at her and she sighed,
"I'll head out and go find some cars to siphon out of, as well as some more supplies like medications and parts to build my homemade bombs."
"You sure you wanna go out by yourself? I can go with, ain't no skin off my bones." Daryl offered and Reagan smiled, shaking her head in refusal,
"No. I'm better off by myself... one less person to worry about."
"Daryl's right." Rick's southern voice slid into her ears, causing her to look back at the leader, "I know you've been by yourself for quite some time, but taking another person with you might prove better worth than you're letting. I'll go with you. That way we can get in an out fast and you'll have an extra pair of hands and eyes to find what we're searchin' for."
Reagan sighed in discontent at Rick's piercing eyes, knowing that there was going to be no room to argue. Even if she tried, she knew she would be easily defeated. Rick was a very persistent man on getting what he wanted; he was the type of man that was willing to do anything to help. Reagan finally nodded in agreement, "Fine... but don't blame me if I leave you in the dust. You should gather your group so we can discuss this. It's getting to be low noon, so we'll only have a few hours to use until it gets dark."
The two men walked around Reagan and she watched them disappear behind the door leading into the garage. Reagan turned and made her way towards a large door, pulling out a set of keys and shoving on into the lock. With the turn of the key, the door handle turned and Reagan yanked the door open, feeling a rush of cool air against her face. Her brown eyes stared at the offensive supplies in the room: guns, ammunition, homemade bombs, a couple shelves filled with Molotov's. One half of the room looked intimidating; the other half filled with extra blankets, large packages of food supplies, and anything else Reagan wanted to horde for some unknown use. She heard the garage door open again as she began to grab the assault rifles lying on the bed. Shouldering a couple and grabbing a bag, she left to room to meet the eyes of the gathered group. They watched her set down the guns and bag, curiously watching as she unzipped the black duffle.
"So what's all this about?" Glenn asked while looking to Rick and the leader rubbed the scruff on his face,
"We're runnin' out of fuel supplies. With only a couple days' worth of gasoline and wood left we have to go out and get some more."
"So we're all goin' to town?" Maggie asked and Rick shook his head,
"No... Daryl, Glenn, T-Dog, and Carl are gonna head out behind the house with the four-wheeler to get some wood. Reagan says there's a few dead trees back there so you all shouldn't have any trouble. Reagan and I are gonna head to town and find some cars to siphon diesel out of; we're gonna scavenge as much as we can while we're there."
"What about the rest of us?" Carol asked from the side and Rick looked to her,
"You'll keep watch on the house. Just because there hasn't been any incidents yet doesn't mean somethin' might not happen." Rick warned and no one had any protests to voice against him. Reagan handed Maggie and Daryl's rifles,
"I wish I could've found more guns to give to you all, but these AR's are all I have." She handed one to Rick as well and started pulling ammunition boxes out of the duffle, "There are a lot rounds, as you can see, but use them sparingly. I'm sure you all know that guns should be used as a last resort?" Reagan looked up briefly at everyone, seeing a couple nodding in agreement. Her hands also began pulling out pistols and a few knives, "Some pistols have silencers, some don't."
"Where'd you get all these?" T-Dog asked while lifting up a pistol and examining it. Reagan smirked,
"Let's just say I have sticky fingers."
"What about the bombs?" Carl asked while looking up at Reagan, her eyes seeing the curiosity in his, "Can we use them if we need them?"
"There are a few on the four-wheeler, as well as Molotov's. I doubt you're going to need them where you're going." Reagan looked over to Daryl, "The chainsaw's are out in the shed. They both should be full with gas but you should take a gas can with you just in case."
"Alright." Daryl's scruffy voice said with a nod along with his head. His blue eyes looked to Carl, T-Dog, and Glenn, "Let's get movin'. We don't got any time to waste." The four left the group and disappeared back into the garage. Reagan grabbed a pistol loaded with a silencer on the end, handing it to Rick. He looked at it briefly before staring back into her odd brown eyes,
"This is gonna be a lot quieter than that Python you got."
"Thanks." Rick nodded and grabbed the pistol, staring at the jet black steel that made it up. Reagan looked to Hershel, Maggie, and Carol,
"There's plenty of space in the upstairs windows to keep watch. You don't have to stay up there all day but just keep an eye out. When we come back we'll honk three times at the gate to let you know we're back."
"Alright."
"We'll take the SUV." Rick said as he began to fill his pockets full of ammunition for both pistol and rifle. Stuffing an extra AR clip in his back pocket, he tossed Reagan the keys. She caught them swiftly and stared at them for a few moments,
"I'll go get the car ready then." She hooked her pre-packed backpack on her shoulder and turned around, yanking her black cloak off a chair as she passed by. Her hand found the familiar old wooden handle of her scythe and she pulled the garage door open.
Stepping down the small set of stairs, she passed the four men readying the four-wheeler for hours of work. Gas canisters lined the wall of the garage and she picked them up to carry them to the car. The smell of the exhaust made Reagan cough as the putting engine of the wheeler expelled it in the garage. She kicked powdered snow up into the air and pulled on the handle of Hyundai open, reaching in and placing the keys into the ignition. As she turned the key, the SUV struggled to come to life and coughed until it finally roared to life. Reagan moved out of the driver's seat and opened the back door, tossing her backpack, scythe, and rifle into the back seat. Her breath formed in front of her face once again as she watched both Lori and Rick standing in the garage, Lori's lips moving in inaudible words at Reagan's distance. She kissed Rick on the cheek and Rick nodded at his wife; Rick did not return a kiss, Reagan wondering why. Lori's hand slid off Rick's shoulder as he walked towards the SUV, his rifle and pistol gripped tightly in his hands. Reagan forgot one more important thing in the house and moved away from the car to retrieve it, "You can drive." Reagan nodded as she passed Rick.
Grabbing a map from the table inside, Reagan wheeled back around on her boot and walked back towards the door. It opened and Lori stepped in, her hand rubbing his now prominent stomach softly. Reagan startled her as the two women almost ran into each other, "I'm sorry!" Lori breathed and placed her hand on her chest, taking a deep breath. Reagan shook her head,
"No problem at all. Be careful with that basketball of yours." She nodded towards Lori's stomach and Lori couldn't help but smile,
"Yeah... sometimes I just forget about it." Lori's blue eyes looked back at Reagan and her smile faltered. She let out a sigh and placed her hand on Reagan's shoulder, "Please keep an eye out for Rick... if anything happens to him; I don't know what we're gonna do."
Reagan saw the concern in her weary blue doe eyes, reminding her of someone in her past life. Reagan felt a stubborn lump roll down her throat and she nodded, "I won't let anything happen to him. I promise."
"Thank you..."
.:o:.
Reagan was rather impressed at how quiet the SUV was. The only sound audible was the soft humming of the Hyundai's engine. Reagan stared at the map in her hand, her eyes narrowed as she focused all her attention of trying to figure out where to go. Rick sat quietly and humbly in the driver's seat, keeping the car at a moderate pace in order to avoid a spin out in the snow and getting stuck. The car's tires tugged at the influence of the deep snow, making the back end swerve slightly. Reagan looked up to make sure everything was alright and Rick shoved the car into four-wheel drive. Finally, the SUV steadied itself out and Rick could pursue on without any more complications. They had been driving for quite some time and Rick was beginning to question their whereabouts. He looked over at Reagan as she continued to study the map in her hands, his eyes moving back through the windshield. Seeing a few cars in whatever was the road, Rick slowed the vehicle and dodged around them.
"Where are we going, exactly?" Rick asked as he stared into a few car windows as the Hyundai passed by. Reagan kept her golden eyes on the map,
"A new town I've never been to yet." Reagan tilted the map over towards Rick, "All the X's on the map indicate the towns I've already raided. This one right here... it seems pretty big." She pointed at one in particular and Rick nodded,
"How much longer till we get there?"
"If we keep steady mileage... Probably another twenty minutes." She rested the map on her lap and watched an abandoned car slide by as Rick pressed his boot down on the gas. Her eyes softened as she stared at the scenery seeming to fly by in slow motion, the beauty of the flawless snow covering everything still seemed to amaze her. It glistened under the bright rays of the sun and every little flake had its own story to tell. Reagan admired the snow; it didn't have a care in the world other than melting away once its life expectancy dried up.
Rick looked over at Reagan, seeing her staring out the window and keeping quiet. She was a firecracker; the first one he had met in a while. He could tell she was easily amused by arguments among the group members, especially Daryl because of his hard-headedness. But Rick still didn't trust this woman. She seemed like she was still hiding something. But complying with her and the rules of her establishment was the only thing on his mind that he cared about. He and his group needed somewhere safe to stay until winter's end, or maybe, for as long as they could hold out there. If Reagan was telling the truth of it not being comprised by the uninvited living or dead, they could live there possibly forever. If they were going to coexist with one another, Rick wanted to know more about Reagan other than the brief stories she told about her past groups. There were just too many gaps and he wanted to know where she was coming from,
"You don't talk much about yourself, do you?"
"Not much to me these days." Reagan looked over at him, her sarcastic tone rearing its ugly head, "Some things are just better left unsaid."
"You got some kind of darkness round you? Do you have demons bad enough that you never want to talk about it?"
"Please..." Reagan snorted and looked out the window with a smile, "I didn't have some shitty childhood that makes me some mysterious person. I had what everybody dreamed of... rich-ass parents, a giant house, a brand new car for my sixteenth birthday. I had it all."
"You say it as if it disappeared right under your feet."
"That's because it did." Reagan's smile dropped and she looked over at him from the corner of her eyes, "I had two older sisters, they were fraternal twins, about ten years older than I was. One became a doctor and the other was a biochemical engineer. They were my parent's pride and joy... then there was me: Reagan." Reagan's eyes dropped to the map on her lap and she scraped her fingers against the thick paper, "I did everything I could to make them proud. Got straight A's, was on the honor roll, and on my way to becoming a Valedictorian for the school. But nothing ever seemed good enough, you know? I didn't want to follow the footsteps of my sisters; I wanted to be my own person. My parents didn't like it... so I retaliated like any teenager would."
"How so?" Rick asked curiously and his blue eyes flicked over to her, but she didn't meet his eye contact. Only staring out the window, he saw the hesitation on her lips as a smile formed across her cheeks,
"I used to be a hardcore tweeker." She couldn't help but laugh as she said the word, not sounding ashamed in the slightest, "I've done every drug you could ever think of... but that heroin, man, I tell you... that's one hell of a drug." She rolled up the sleeve on her sweat shirt and Rick instantly noticed the barely visible track scars in the valley of her arm. With him being a cop, they were hard not to notice, "My parents found out about my drug problem... didn't like the way I was acting. My dad disowned me and threw me out of the house as soon as I turned eighteen. I managed to graduate school, though. That was one plus."
Reagan looked over to Rick and their eyes met for a short moment before he had to look back to the road. She didn't expect anything less from them; no one usually had anything to say about it when they heard the story, "I chose to destroy my life... and for some odd reason... I don't really feel bad about it."
"Why do you say that?" Rick looked over at her, his hand keeping the steering wheel steady. A sudden look of regret and misery claimed Reagan's always-carefree face, her eyes refusing to meet Rick's. She shook her head and looked out the window, staring at the lonely standing trees that flew by in a blur,
"That story is for another time..." She voiced softly, her shoulders tense and woeful.
The rest of the car ride was quiet and slightly awkward. Rick had a twinge of guilt for asking so many questions and pushing her on, hoping he didn't disturb her focus on the mission they were dealt out. The only words she spoke were directions to get to the town and thus went back into inaudibility. Rick's blue eyes narrowed at the brightness of the sun reflecting off the snow and boring into his face. He wished he had a pair of sunglasses and a plow on the front of the Hyundai to make it easier to drive. But the small SUV managed to push through easily with the help of four-wheel drive.
Finally, houses slowly began to litter the sides of the road, in what Rick assumed was the road. For all he knew they could have been driving on the front lawn of house. There were no boundaries to distinguish where the road ended or began. Reagan's golden eyes stared at the broken down and abandoned houses as they passed by, seeing Walkers standing outside in the freezing cold as if waiting to be invited in. As Walkers all around began to take notice to the moving vehicle making way towards the heart of the town, they desperately tried to pursue. But in such freezing temperatures, they couldn't move faster than a slow walk; their persistence was almost as big as their appetite. Rick slowed the car and pulled it into a parking lot behind a large building, parking it and looked over at Reagan.
"This should be good enough." She said and her eyes finally met Rick's, "Keep your eyes out. Those Walkers aren't the only things out there we should be cautious of." Reagan pulled open the back door and grabbed her black cloak, tossing it over her shoulders. With her long, dirty blonde hair tied up on the back of her head, she left her hood down on her shoulders and slid her scythe off from the seats. She handed Rick his rifle and silenced pistol, grabbing her own AR and tossing the strap over her head to rest on the crane of her neck. Grabbing the wooden handle of her scythe, she handled it in both hands as she turned around the face Rick, tossing him an empty backpack. He looked at it questioningly,
"You never know what you're gonna find." Reagan already answered the question brewing in his head, securing her own pack under the flaps of her black cloak. They each grabbed a gas canister and siphoning tube; Rick turned around and stepped through the light, powdery snow around the building they parked behind. Reagan followed him closely, the blade of her scythe barely scraping over the top of the snow as they walked. Both of their pairs of eyes scanned their surroundings, keeping a look out for any threat at all. But as they turned the corner, Rick immediately stopped, Reagan staring at his back confusingly, "What's wrong?"
"Walkers. A lot of 'em." Rick answered back, mimicking the quietness of her soft voice. Reagan looked over the corner, seeing dozens of Walkers meandering about in the snow. Some lied on the ground in the snow, others swayed about as they stood in the cold weather, and many walked around the abandoned cars of the street. Reagan eyed some of the shops that lined the blanketed sidewalks and looked to Rick, setting down her gas canister,
"We'll deal with siphoning the diesel later. Let's just get in and out of those shops to find what we can."
"Is that the best way?" Rick asked quietly and Reagan nodded,
"They might not be able to walk too fast but getting cornered isn't always the funnest thing to deal with. If we stay too long, the wind will carry our scent out and bring more in... don't wanna end up like the night I found you guys." Rick then dropped his own gas canister next to the building wall, looking at her questioningly once again. Reagan nodded across the street, "I'll take that side of the street... you stay on this side. These corpses are dumb enough not to inhabit the sidewalks so staying low and quiet won't be too difficult."
"You sure splitting up with all these Walkers around is a good idea?"
"You've got to stop questioning my every move." Reagan shook her head and in a split second, she was already rushing off to the other side of the street. Rick watched her careful, but flawless, movements as she imitated a shadow.
Reagan's gloved hand slid over the hood of a car as she reached the other side of the street. Snow fell off the cars steel and joined its flaky comrades on the ground, Reagan looking back over her shoulder to see if Rick was still standing across the street. Seeing he was gone, she turned her attention back towards the sidewalk and slowly began to move along the front of the buildings. Keeping a close eye on the Walkers in the streets, Reagan grabbed onto the door handle of a shop and turned it. Surprisingly it was unlocked and didn't need the aid of her makeshift lock pick; she slipped into the shadows and closed the door almost silently behind her. The gold eyes situated on her face acclimated to the dimness of the room; the only light offering illuminated solace was that of the sun through the dirty windows.
The building she entered was a small general store. Racks of different items cluttered the unit, items and objects strung out all over the floor from being scavenged. Reagan stepped over the objects on the ground, careful not to make too much noise to draw attention to her location. She slid the backpack off her shoulders, the handle hanging from her fingers as she squatted down to begin picking up large cans of hairspray and other flammable aerosol cans. Ingredients to make her homemade bombs lied all over the floors. The only things missing were road flares; they would prove rather difficult to find as people found all kinds of different uses for them in those days.
After grabbing what she could out of the small containers of headache meds and other low end medications, she stuffed them into the backpack and got back to her feet. She walked through the rest of store, trying to find more items useful to both her and the group that inhabited her compound. But someone had already gone through the shelves and gathered up whatever necessary items used in their survival. Reagan huffed and tossed the strap of her backpack over her shoulder, returning to the door she first entered through. Grabbing the bell on the door handle, she yanked it off and placed it on a desk in front of the front window to ensure the upmost of silence. With the door opening by the influence of her hand, she slipped back out and ducked down behind the shadows of a car parked on the street. She knew the Walkers were beginning to pick up her scent and were now searching for the source of her mouthwatering aroma.
A soft wind blew through town and that didn't help the situation. Reagan quickly tossed on her hood and the black fabric hung down the sides of her face, masking somewhat of whatever scent she had. A low snarl rumbled against Reagan's ears and she turned to see a Walker slowly making way through the tight squeeze of two cars that were bumper-to-bumper. Not wanting to take the risk of it following her, she slowly got to her feet and pulled the blade of her scythe behind her. With an inaudible swing, the Walkers head popped off its body and thumped onto the snowy concrete, rolling to a quick stop. Reagan made way past the Walkers falling body and grabbed onto another door quietly. The door handle jiggled as she tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. Sending a cautious glance over her shoulder, she noticed the other Walkers had not yet spotted her yet. Her gloved hand slid under her cloak, rummaging through the pocket of her jacket to find her tools. Pulling out her lock picks, she shoved them into the handle of the door and tinkered with them. Listening intently to both her task and the dangers looming behind her, she worked as quickly as the handle would let her. Finally, she heard a click and slowly turned the lock, her heart swimming with relief as the door popped open. Slipping inside, Reagan pushed the door shut behind her and let out a sharp sigh. The new room she stood in was slightly warmer than the cold winter air outside, making her body shudder under the temperature change.
As she took a look in her surroundings, her eyes suddenly noticed that she was now in the pharmacy next door. She let out a sigh of relief and walked towards the desks, jumping over the counter and landing steadily on the other side. The shelves holding the pharmaceuticals were somewhat untouched, only a few large gaps in between some of the bottles. But being a registered nurse, Reagan knew exactly what each and every one of the bottles were and what they did. With her scythe being too troublesome to carry in such tight spaces, she rested it on the counter of the pharmacy and turned back around to face the many bottles of medications. As she stepped forward, her eyes scanned the names plastered on the bottles, looking for certain pain and infection medications that would be useful. Her fingers plucked a few off the shelves and stuff them into the backpack; her eyes darted to and from different labels and she grabbed each she knew would help in some way possible.
Her eyes stopped when she stared at pregnancy medications sitting on a middle shelf in the next aisle. Her mind instantly fell on Lori and the growing stomach the lied under her shirt. She knew in the first moments she met the group that the brown haired woman was pregnant and it was one of the main reasons Reagan didn't kick them out within the first couple days of them staying there. Her fingers grabbed a large bottle of very high quality prenatals and she stared at it for a long moment. She didn't do much to help Rick's group since they arrived, other than sharing her house with them, and quite frankly she was becoming fond of them. She didn't want to admit it to herself or any other member of Rick's group, but deep down inside she couldn't deny it.
Reagan stuffed the bottle in her bag and grabbed yet another, making sure there was plenty for Lori to hold her for a good few months. Multivitamin, Iron, and Calcium bottles made it in with the rest of the medications. Reagan was a bit surprised so many good prescriptions were still sitting on the shelves; but then again the door was locked and no one could really get in. Her backpack began to grow heavy from so many pill bottles and she soon went to the back corner of the shop. There was only a small section of first aid gear but whatever was left was fine for Reagan. She began to stuff bandages, bottles of iodine, rubbing alcohol, peroxide, gauze, and other medical supplies in a small section of the bag. She smiled to herself upon hitting the jackpot in the pharmacy. These could hold the group out for as long as winter plagued their surroundings.
Reagan froze at the sound of a loud gunshot, staring out the window as the Walkers took notice to it as well. Her eyebrows narrowed and she tossed the backpack on the counter, jumping back over it and peeking through the windows. She tried to find the source, but as another gunshot sounded, it echoed through the town and it was hard to pinpoint its location. Reagan knew Rick wasn't stupid enough to use his rifle or .357 to put down a Walker and her heart raced when she figured that new people had made their way into the town. They were threatening both themselves and Rick and Reagan's safety using such loud weapons. The Walkers may not have been fast in the weather but once they got together in a herd it was no stopping them.
Reagan grabbed her backpack and scythe, running back to the door and pulling it open. Her eyes grew wide at the site of Walkers already crowding the streets and sidewalks; their silver eyes managing to find their way to her. Reagan gritted her teeth and swung the large blade of her reaping scythe, lopping off a few Walkers heads. Once the gunshots had disappeared, Reagan now was the prime focus in the Walkers eyes; she was a possible, but stubborn, food source.
Even though she had a long ranged weapon, her arms could only swing it so many times before they became tired. A snarl sounded behind her and she thought quickly on her feet, swinging around and ramming the blade against the Walkers heads and necks. They were slowly beginning to surround her and Reagan's mind quickly thought to Rick and what his situation might be. She had to go find him and make sure he didn't get himself in trouble. Please keep an eye out for Rick.
Reagan booted a Walker against the chest as hard as she could and watched it stumble back and fall to the ground. Its Walker brothers and sisters ignored it and only focused all attention on Reagan, taking in her delicious scent. Slamming the edge of her scythe's handle into a Walkers face, her eyes immediately searched for an escape route. Her scythe didn't do so well in tight spaces. Finally seeing an exit point, Reagan shoved a Walker out of the way and jumped up onto the trunk of a car. Landing on the other side, she weaved through the horde of Walkers brewing on the streets and frantically tried to find a new escape. She searched for a sign of Rick, waiting for him to pop out of the shadows so they can make their grand escape back to the comfort of the SUV.
As Reagan stepped through the narrow way of two cars, she heard a snap and gasped, feeling an incredible pain in her ankle. With a loud shout of pain, she was slammed on her back and all she could feel was her body coming out from under her. Hair hung from her face and her eyes stared at the grey sky, trying to figure out what was going on as she finally came to a stop. As she looked down, she saw the ground below her and Walkers staring up as they crowded around a truck, their arms and fingers raised above them. She panted from the heavy adrenaline pumping through her body and realized she was hanging upside down. An immense surge of pain attacked her body and she gritted her teeth with a low whine, looking back up to see that her foot had been caught in a very large, very strong bear trap. Reagan then realized she had fallen into an ensnarement that was set by someone who wanted to catch something. She looked back down to the ground, noticing her scythe had fallen into the bed of the truck in all the commotion of the trap being released.
"We've got a live one over here!"