Another chapter, which makes this the only story that has more than two chapters! Hooray. Still do not own Walking Dead, and there are no reviews, and no new favorites or follows.
After a few minutes of following Glenn, they reached a doorway with a window to the outside alleyway. Ben glanced outside, and saw two walkers. Glenn brought out his radio, and said through it, "There are two walk-, hey!" Glenn stopped talking to the rest of his group, when Ben opened the door and jogged to the nearest walker.
"What is he doing?" Glenn exclaimed, "He's not wearing any body armor, he might die!" By the time Glenn had finished his sentence, Ben had already dispatched of one walker, and was making his way to the other.
Looks like he can handle himself well, Rick mused to himself, watching Ben slice the other walkers head in half, he could help me find my family. But, can't ignore the fact that he has blood on his hands or the fact that he did time in a mental institution.
Seeing that the alleyway was now clear of walkers, Glenn opened the door, and walked out into the alley, with Rick following him. Another door opened, but at a different part of the alley, and two figures wearing makeshift body armor ran out, brandishing weapons, probably prepared to kill the two walkers that Glenn had reported to them. They stopped in their tracks when they saw two dead walkers, Glenn, and two strangers. One was standing over a walker with a bloody scythe in his hand, the other was following Glenn, who was walking over to the armored duo.
"What happened here?" The first figure asked, once Glenn and Rick passed him. By the tone of his voice, Ben was able to guess that the first figure did not seem to be able to understand that one man took out two walkers, and without wearing body armor.
"You're late," Ben informed him, passing by the dumbfounded figures, "You missed all of the fun."
Upon entering the doorway, a woman with blonde hair in a ponytail pointed a pistol at Ricks head. "Do you have any idea of what you did?" She screeched, "We're all dead because of you!" She swung the pistol towards Ben, causing him to swing the bottom of his scythe at her arm, knocking it back and then placing the curved blade behind her neck, but still touching it.
"Don't point a gun at me!" He growled, fury and rage seeping into his voice.
"Easy now," Rick said, attempting to calm Ben down. Maybe this has to do with why he was locked up, Rick thought, Now I'm not so sure that he isn't a greater threat than I thought he was.
After a second, Ben removed the scythe from the blondes neck, and swung the scythe over his shoulder, the strap on it allowing it to be worn like a backpack. "You said that we killed you all," Ben questioned, "Why did you say that?" The anger and rage, Rick thought, relieved, were now gone from Ben's voice.
"Follow me," A dark, curly haired man beckoned, and then walked down another hallway, with everybody following him. They eventually reached a store, with double glass doors leading out into the overrun city. He pointed out the doors, where a group of walkers were pounding on the glass doors, trying to break them down, and said, "That."
"You rang the dinner bell," the blonde said, still wary of Ben, "with all of those shots that you used."
"I didn't know," Rick defended himself.
"Yeah well," the dark haired man said, "Since as we're all going to die together, might as well introduce ourselves. I'm Morales, that's Glenn, the blonde is Andrea, and that's T-Dog over there."
"I'm Rick," Rick introduced himself, "and he's Reaper." Again, Rick introduced Ben as Reaper.
"Reaper isn't a name," Andrea argued, "Why don't you tell us his real name."
Before Rick could either comply or deny, a gunshot rang out. Sounded like it came from the roof, Ben thought to himself, hopefully another member of their group. On the off chance that it wasn't, he placed his hand on the metal staff of his scythe, prepared to wield it if the moment called for.
"Oh, god," Andrea groaned, exasperated, "Probably that hick Dixon."
Hmm, Ben thought, guess that it is a member of their group after all. But, a very stupid member for attracting the attention of more walkers.
The group headed up to the roof, this time taking the staircase. When they reached the roof, they saw a gruff looking man, standing at the edge of the roof, shooting a rifle. Ben placed his hand back on his scythe, knowing that this entire thing could head south, incredibly fast. Ben assumed that the man firing the rifle was Dixon.
"Hey," T-Dog shouted, stupidly calling Dixon out, "Stop wasting ammo, Merle!"
"Hmpf, yeah," Merle sarcastically grunted, "the day that I take orders from one of your kind is the day that I day." He hopped down from the ledge of the roof, facing T-Dog.
"What do you mean by your kind?" T-Dog demanded, already knowing the answer but needing to hear it for himself. Ben advanced towards the pair, sliding his scythe off of his shoulder, knowing that the shit was about to hit the fan.
"A black," Merle sneered. In response, T-Dog punched Merle in the face. When Merle attempted to retaliate, Ben slammed the metal shaft onto the back of Merle's knees, and kicked him in the chest, effectively knocking him over, and causing Merle to drop the rifle.
Ben placed the curved blade on Merle's neck, and hissed, "Listen, if you do not shut up, I will throw you onto that group of walkers in the street. If there weren't any spectators, the walkers would already be tearing apart you piece by piece."
Rick had moved closer to the pair when T- Dog, who was now standing with the rest of the group, had punched Merle, so he had overheard what Ben had said. He could definitely be a threat, maybe even a greater one than Merle, Rick thought, I am going to have to watch him, next time he may not just threaten somebody, he may actually follow through with his threat, that it if he gives one He is stable for the most part, but he has shown a tendency to have violent mood swings.
Upon reaching the pair, he moved Ben's scythe away from Merle's neck, and Ben gave no resistance to Rick doing so. Rick than kneeled down, handcuffing Merle's hand to a pipe. He stared Merle in his eyes, and said, "Listen, there is no black, no white. All there is is white meat, and dark meat." That being said, he stood up. Turning around to face the spectators, he asked, "Is there any way out of here?"
After a moment, Andrea said, "The sewers!"
"Glenn," Rick ordered Glenn, "go check the alley way, is there any manholes down there?"
After rushing to look, Glenn said, disappointingly, "No."
"This is an old building," Jacqui nearly shouted, excited that she might have come up with an answer to their predicament, "and it might have access to the sewers in the basement!"
"Alright then," Rick stated, "Let's go find the sewers."