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Chapter 6
-Lexi-
They crept silently through the attic storage room and down the stairs to the third floor. On seeing the guard lying by the foot of the stairs the Dixon brother moved to stomp on his head. Horrified, Lexi grabbed him bodily and shoved him against the wall, pinning him with her body.
"What the HELL are you doing?" she asked in a furious whisper.
"Destroying his brain," he whispered back almost bashfully, "don't want him changing and sneaking up on us 'fore we get out."
"He's not dead!" She responded, moving away from him slightly to gesture to the syringes strapped to her left hip.
"Whatever, let's just fucking go," he said pulling away and stalking towards the next flight of stairs. If she hadn't known any better, Lexi would have sworn she saw him shake himself, as if to get the feeling of her touching him off his skin.
He paused, peering out at the rows and rows of supplies that filled the third floor. Without turning to look at Lexi for permission, he headed down one of the rows. Furious at his presumption, she had after all JUST saved his life, she hurried after him.
"What the fuck, we gotta go!" she whispered, as he grabbed a backpack and began filling it with supplies.
"Fuck that, I ain't going out their naked. Ain't tryna escape just to get eaten by some fucking walkers."
Angrily, Lexi had to admit that he had a point. While she had hurried to pack the essentials for her and Caitlyn, the kitchen knives and the gun she'd stolen from the guard were all she had to defend them from walkers. Against them, her syringes would mean nothing.
"Fine, hurry up though, we've only got two hours or so before dawn." she said, grabbing a backpack and beginning to gather things herself. He nodded in response and handed her two boxes of .40 cal rounds.
She took them eying him warily. She hadn't realized he'd seen the gun she'd tucked into the small of her back, and was even more frustrated that he'd gotten a good enough look to identify it as a .40 cal. This was a man who didn't miss anything she realized, cautioning herself mentally to stay on her guard around him. She grabbed two extra mags and a particularly ominous looking hatchet, and zipped her bag shut. Looking up at him once again.
She glanced up just in time to see his eyes lock onto something in the next aisle over. For the first time since she'd met him, she saw his lips curl up in a smile. 'God he is good-looking,' she thought in spite of every rational part of her brain screaming at her to look away.
He strode into the other aisle, crouching down to pick up a crossbow. Slinging her bag over her shoulder she followed, arriving in time to see the almost tender look in his eyes as he loaded it and stashed arrows in his bag, before standing up and putting his angry facade back on.
"I'm ready. Let's go," he said, and silently he followed her down the three flights remaining of stairs, only pausing when they reached the ground floor.
She reached behind her in the darkness, grabbing his wrist and pulling him wordlessly towards the back door. He recoiled immediately, and she turned to see him shooting daggers at her with his eyes once more.
'Jesus, what's his deal.' she thought, as she waved him behind her instead. Once in the back alley she started to jog quietly back towards her townhouse. She could feel her heart pounding with adrenalin as they made their way to her street finally arriving at the end of the alley, just across from her townhouse.
She had stood here hours earlier, willing herself to run the same twenty yards, when she had seen Rick and her life had turned upside down. Silently praying that no one from the nearby wall saw them crossing the street, she reached back, squeezed his hand to tell him to follow, and sprinted from their front door.