Bullets in the Air
ReedusLover3
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The next day I had woken up to someone carrying me and I went into immediate panic mode, my arms started moving to push the person away.
"Hey, hey." I heard Rick's voice soothed me. "It's me." I looked up to see his graying beard and navy blue eyes. "You fell asleep outside, no one knew where you were."
"Sorry. What time is it?"
"Morning, early." Rick hadn't put me down yet, but he kept walking.
"You can put me down." He nodded and dropped me to the ground, helping me steady myself before letting my arm go. "Thanks."
"You know I am sorry." Rick whispered, we hadn't moved yet, we were standing in the middle of the prison yard. Anger flooded me momentarily as I let out all my frustrations and fury onto Rick.
"You're sorry?" I quietly asked, not waiting for him to say anything. "You're sorry? You saved Daryl, brought him back and then let him go! That was the whole point of this mission, save him and bring him back to the prison. Where is he Rick!? Oh yeah, with Merle! Fucking Merle! Merle is a pig. A racist bastard but he saved me and Daryl, he saved us! You didn't give him a chance." Rick went to say something but I put my hand up and glared at the man. "I can't believe you. You let Daryl go because you couldn't handle his brother. If you truly loved him, like a brother, you would have dealt with it. I know I would have if you let them both stay. So next time you say 'I'm sorry', think about what what you did. You caused one of your best men, the man I love, your family to leave because you couldn't handle Merle." I spat as the tears fell. Rick went to grab me but I struggled against him, hitting his chest and trying to break free. His arms held me close and I finally stopped fighting, my head resting against his chest. The tears flowed freely, leaving wet marks on Rick's dirty shirt. When I had calmed down I pulled away and wiped my face, watching Rick's face go soft. "I'm gonna go rest." I mumbled.
"I blame myself." Was all he said as he turned away, taking a pair of binoculars out of his pocket. I turned around and walked towards the prison, my mind a cloudy mess. Sliding the metal door open I heard Glenn's voice echo in the room. He and Carl were on the floor drawing in chalk while everyone else stood around, watching.
"He came through here." Carl pointed at a poorly drawn box on the floor.
"Means there is a breach." Glenn muttered, leaning back on his heels. I climbed down the stairs and stood next to Michonne and watched the two. "Okay, the whole front of the prison is unsecure. If walkers just strolled in then it's cake for the Governor."
"Why are we so sure that he is even gonna come back?" Beth asked, crossing her arms. "Maybe you scared him off."
"We shot at his town, killed his people." I spoke up. "He'll want revenge."
"He had fish tanks full of heads. Walkers and humans, trophies." Michonne added, making everyone glance at us. "He's coming."
"We should hit him now." Glenn stated.
"What?" T-Dog gave an incredulous look.
"He won't be expecting it." Glenn suggested. "We'll sneak back in and put a bullet in his head."
"We're not assassins." T-Dog piped up from his spot along the back wall, this was the most I heard him speak since Sasha.
"You know where his apartment is?" Glenn stood and walked towards Michonne, his eyes hard. "You and I could end this tonight." Michonne looked away and took a deep breath. "I'll do it myself." Michonne then nodded, her eyes downcast.
"He didn't know you were coming last time." Hershel stated. "Look what happened. You almost got killed, Daryl and Elizabeth were captured, and you and Maggie almost got executed."
"You can't stop me." Glenn got close to the old man, eyes cold.
"Rick would never allow this."
"Do you really think he is in any position to make that choice?"
"Think this through clearly. Sasha lost her life here, Lori too, the men that were here. It isn;t worth any more killing. What are we waiting for if he's really on his way? We should be outta here by now."
"And go where?"
"We lived on the road all winter."
"Back when you had two legs and we didn't have a baby crying for walkers every four hours."
"We can't stay here."
"We can't run." I saw Maggie leave the room at Glenn's statement, not wanting to hear any of it. She obviously didn't like that her boyfriend had a personal vendetta against Woodbury. "Alright, we'll stay put. We're gonna defend this place, we're making a stand." Glenn leaned back down by the chalk drawing with Carl. "Carl and I will go down to the tombs, find the breach."
"I'll go too." Michonne added.
"No, I need you and Elizabeth here in case anything happens." And then his eyes widened. "Whose on watch? Damn it."
"I'll do it." T-Dog stated and walked towards the exit door, his knife in hand. "Relieve me at dark." And then he was gone. Glenn left quickly with Carl on his heels while Axel, Hershel, Beth, Michonne and I stayed back. A few hours passed and I had just finished my lunch that Maggie made for everyone. Beth was with the baby, feeding her, while Carl and Glenn hadn't returned yet.
"I'm gonna do a perimeter check." I told them and left with a sigh as the others rubbed their tired eyes. Rick was no where in sight but that didn't bother me, he could handle himself. I checked the first fencing for any holes and then moved to the next set of fencing. Why would Daryl just leave me? Did he really love me? Questions swirled in my mind but before I could even think about anything I heard a truck driving wildly behind me. Turning, I saw Glenn in the drivers seat so I hurried to the gate to open it for him. "What are you doing!?" I called out, motioning for him to roll the window down. "Glenn!"
"Just open the damn gate, Elizabeth!" Glenn hissed and I frowned, unlocking it and pulling it open for him. After he drove through I made it to the next gate and unlocked that too. Once he was out of sight I saw something move in the forest and I panicked. Rick. What the hell was he doing?
"Rick?" I called out and he spun around, squinting and then frowning. Grumbling to myself, I let myself out of the gate and locked it behind me, making sure no one could get in. Stumbling through the tall grass I made my way over a small bridge and met Rick. He was sweaty, dirty and looked confused. "The hell are you doing? Rick?"
"I just... I just need Lori..." Rick muttered.
"Rick, she's dead." His eyes widened.
"No, no! She can't be! I see her!"
"Hey, hey, calm down." I whispered, my hands going up in a surrender motion. "How bout we go back inside? Get some water, you're probably dehydrated." I grabbed his hand gently to take him to the fencing but he seemed hesitant.
"Rick?" A new voice asked and my head shot up to see Hershel standing on the other side of the fencing. "Rick? Glenn is on a war path, he's trying to fill your boots. We need you now more than anything."
"If you're so worried about him, then you lead." Rick shrugged, his eyes glancing around.
"What are you doing out here?" Hershel asked. "You too." He asked me.
"I came to help him, he's dehydrated." I stated, still holding Rick's hand.
"I've been... I've got..." Rick couldn't get the words out. "stuff out here. Stuff."
"How much longer do you need?" Hershel asked, worried.
"I don't know..."
"Come on, Rick, you need to rest." I whispered, not wanting him to collapse out here. Hershel moved to leave when Rick didn't say anything but was stopped by the words that came out of the sheriff's mouth.
"I saw something." Rick muttered and pulled me with him to the fence. "Lori, I saw Lori. Look, I know it's not really her but there's gotta be a reason. It's gotta mean something." Hershel nodded and I gave Rick's hand a squeeze.
"Was it her on the phone?" Hershel asked which made me frown. The phone? Rick nodded.
"Shane too. And the town."
"You see them now?" I asked quietly and Rick shook his head no.
"You're looking for them." Hershel came to the conclusion with a head nod.
"I'm waiting." Rick whispered. "For something, an answer. It doesn't make sense, well, it can make sense. I think in time it will..."
"Come on, Rick. You need rest, let Elizabeth and I help you. It's not safe out here."
"I can't." Rick moved away form us and left me and Hershel at the fence, his head down. Once he crossed the bridge I sighed, he needed time to think things through.
"He'll come through-" I was cut off by a loud shot and Hershel and I swung our heads around, worried. Rick picked up his gun and turned to face us, worried. Bullets started flying at Rick, Hershel and I so I ducked down along with Hershel. Rick dove into the ground, grabbing me so he could cover my body since I couldn't get my gun out. I felt a searing pain hit my leg and I let out a whimper and looked down. Blood soaked through my jeans and Rick saw this, his eyes going wide. He sat up and aimed at where the bullet had come, barely dodging one that was aimed for his head. Dirt and sand flew up nearby, making me cough while Rick made blind shots from the ground. The gun fire stopped and made it eerily quiet, my blood pumping in my ears was all I could hear. Then it started again, more bullets flying our way as Rick started shooting for whoever was nearby. It stopped again but now a car was heard. I peeked over the grass to see an old delivery truck speeding down the gravel towards the gates with no sign of stopping. It slammed both gates down and drove into the open prison field. Rick grabbed my arms and started pulling me towards the fence, not wanting to leave me helpless on the ground. The pain in my leg was throbbing and I reached down to see that it was just a flesh wound. Rick and I looked through the fence to see the truck just sitting in the middle of the field. A loud noise echoed and suddenly the back latch opened and walkers flooded from the truck. Hershel! He was still laying helpless in the field! Rick sat up when he noticed someone get out from the trucks drivers side. His gun aimed and he pulled the trigger but nothing happened, he was out of bullets. Dirt flew up nearby by as bullets came at us. The shots began once again, making my ears ring and my fear grow.
"Hershel! Get the hell outta there!" Rick screamed, now holding his revolver. Moans from walkers made my heart race as Rick turned around to see some coming at us. He began shooting them, trying to save both of us. Of course, his gun ran out so he had to run. His arms grabbed under mine and started dragging me as I tried to run with him. As we turned a corner we noticed more walkers coming in our direction. "Shit."
"My knife!" I yelled and reached down to my boot where I produced the hunting knife. Rick grabbed it and started slamming it into the walkers heads as I limped behind him, hoping none were behind us. A walker shoved Rick up against the fence, my knife dropping to the ground. "Rick!" I screamed, stumbling to grab it but a walker grabbed at me, bringing me to the ground.
"Elizabeth!" I heard Rick shout back, his eyes wide as the walker that grabbed me landed on top of me. It's jaw painstakingly close to my neck.
"No, no, no!" I let out a blood curdling scream as I tried to shove it away, my hands on it's shoulder. This was it, I was going to die. I knew it. More walkers came closer after hearing Rick and myself screaming. My arms grew tired but I shoved as hard as I could with all my strength. Suddenly a pole went through the walkers head that was on top of me and then someone shoved it off. Tears flooded my eyes as I saw Merle take the pole out so he could help Rick get the walkers off himself. Once Rick was free from their clutches he began stabbing each one in the face and then grabbed my arms. He lifted me bridal style and held me to him as he moved to fence to see how many walkers we were dealing with. My eyes traveled over Rick's shoulder to see Daryl standing behind him, watching me. His eyes grew worried but then hard as he stepped next to us to watch the biters move around. My eyes shut and I leaned my head against Rick's chest, exhausted.