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I'm so sorry for the wait.. If you've read any of my other stories you would know that I take a while to update, but I always do. Please don't give up on me.
Chapter 3
Sam and Jacqui had been sitting in the same place for at least ten minutes and Sam was starting to get restless. Looking up at the woman opposite of her, she smiled lightly, only to have it returned with a very obvious forced smile. Sam sighed and attempted to make conversation. "So, before all this-" she started but she was cut off.
"I don't think we should talk." Jacqui said quickly, not looking at her. Sam made a small disbelieving scoff before nodding slowly.
Devin, Rick, and Andrea are waiting in the store as the Walkers continue to growl as they bang repeated on the door. Rick approaches Andrea, whose fiddling with her gun.
"Sorry for the gun in your face." she says to Rick.
"People do things when they're afraid." Rick said, shrugging.
"Not that it was entirely unjustified. You did get us into this."
Devin turns around from watching the walkers and scoffs. "Me and Sam? Oh, we were doin' just fine here, until you lot showed up," he gestures to Andrea.
Andrea frowns, "We didn't know you were here." she retorts, angrily. "And what about him?" she points to Rick, "he's the one who was making all that noise."
Devin scoffed again before turning back around, watching the walkers.
Rick turned to Andrea with an eyebrow raised, and said, loud enough for Devin to hear. "If I get us out, would that make up for it?"
Devin sighs, "No, but it'd be a start."
Rick nods, and takes Andrea's gun from her hands, and demonstrates turning the safety off. "Next time though, take the safety off. It won't shoot otherwise."
"Oh." Andrea says watching him.
"Is that your gun?"
"It was a gift. Why?"
"Little red dot means it's ready to fire." Ricks says and shows her before handing it back. "You may have occasion to use it."
"Good to know."
Sam stands up and rubs a hand through her tangled hair. Jacqui looked up at her, "What are you doing?" she asked.
Sam looked down at her, and began walking towards the way Devin, Rick, and Andrea had gone.
"Samantha?" Jacqui called after her.
Sam turned around, "You said not to talk." she said before running off. She made her way through the corridor before finding herself in the store. "Devin?" she asked looking around.
"Sam?" Devin's head shot up from the other side of the room and Rick and Andrea looked over.
"What are you doing here?" Andrea asked, her eyebrows furrowed, looking almost angry.
"You're supposed to be with Jacqui." Rick added, walking over to her. "Is she alright?" he asked making to walk around her.
Sam stepped in front of him and had to look up at him. "She's fine," Rick stepped back. "I just.. got bored."
Devin groaned. "Sam," he muttered so the other two couldn't hear. "We've got to get these people to like us, they're never going to take us back to their camp if they can't trust us." he said.
Sam didn't bother keeping her voice low when she said, "I can help."
"How?" asked Devin, "You're no good with guns."
"I can learn." Sam said, not missing a beat.
"In three seconds?" he asked, his voice laced with worry making Andrea and Rick turned around, and Devin pushed his sister back behind him as the glass on the doors started to shatter and walkers started walking in. Glenn and Morales came running into the room.
"What did you find down there?" Rick asks, over the moaning of the walkers.
"Not a way out." answers Morales.
"We need to find a way.. and soon." says Andrea, and no one disagrees when they run back up to the roof, Jacqui joining them.
Rick looks down from the roof and spots a truck at a construction site that is close to their location. "That construction site, those trucks... They always keep keys on hand." he says.
"You'll never make it past the walkers." says Morales, shaking his head.
"You got me out of that tank."
"Yeah, but they were feeding. They were distracted." Glenn says.
"Can we distract them again?"
"Right. Listen to him. He's onto something. A diversion, like on 'Hogan's Heros.'" says Merle.
"God. Give it a rest." says Jacqui.
"They're drawn by sound, right?" asks Rick, ignoring Merle.
"Right, like dogs. They hear a sound, they come." says Glenn.
"What else?"
"Aside from hear you? They see you, smell you and if they catch you, they eat you." says Morales.
"They can tell us by smell?"
"Can't you?"
"They smell dead, we don't. It's pretty distinct." says Andrea.
After collecting the supplies Rick had instructed them to get after telling them of his plan to walk right through the walkers while wearing their blood and guts. The group was hesitant at first, but knew that it'd be the only way to get out.
They all gathered around a walker they had killed, Glenn and Rick both in trench coats so they don't get guts on their good clothes. Rick looks at everyone, with a fire ax in his hands and is ready to start chopping, but he stops at the last moment. He kneels down and searches the walker, and pulls out a wallet before standing back up.
"Wayne Dunlap. Georgia license. Born in 1979. He had $28 in his pocket when he died..." Rick stops and pulls out a picture of a pretty girl. "'With love, from Rachel.' He used to be like us... Worrying about bills or the rent of the Super Bowl. If I ever find my family, I'm gonna tell them about Wayne." he stops and looks up sadly.
"One more thing... He was an organ donor." says Glenn.
After a moment of silence, Rick starts to hack away at the walker. Everyone starts to gag, grossed out by the guts.
"Oh God." says Glenn, when Rick stops and hands the axe to Morales.
"Keep chopping." he says to him as Glenn groans.
"I am so gonna hurl." he says, looking very pale.
"Later." says Rick as Morales hacks away. "Everybody got gloves? Don't get any on your skin or in your eyes." he says and everybody helps put the guts on him and Glenn.
"Oh God! Oh jeez. Oh, this is bad. This is really bad." Glenn complains.
"Think about something else... Puppies and kittens. Dead puppies and kittens." Rick says and it obviously doesn't help when Glenn vomits.
"Oh my god." Sam complains, turning away, feeling sick herself. Devin snickers at her, taking the gloves off his hand, to whip his sweaty forehead before putting them back on.
"This is just evil. What is wrong with you?" Andrea asks.
"Next time let the cracker beat his ass." Jacqui says, and Sam raises an eyebrow at her, amused.
"I'm sorry, yo." says Rick, looking sick himself.
"You suck." Glenn says weakly.
"Do we smell like them?" asks Rick.
Sam steps closer, and gags, "Yeah." she nods stepping back.
Andrea picks up more guts, "Glenn. Just in case." she says and wraps them around his neck.
"If we make it back, be ready." says Rick.
"What about Merle Dixon?" asks T-Dog.
Rick tosses the handcuff key to him. "Give me the axe. We need.. we need more guts." and he starts to chop again.
Back on the roof the group looks down and watches Glenn and Rick make their way through the group of walkers.
"Hey, what's happening, man?" asks Merle.
"Hey, T-Dog, try that C.B." Morales says pointing to the walkie.
"Hey, come on. Talk to me, y'all." says Merle.
"Base camp, this is T-Dog. Anybody hear me? Can anybody out there hear me?"
Morales notices Glenn and Rick, "There." he says as thunder rumbles.
"That asshole is out on the street with the handcuff keys?" asks Merle.
T-Dog shows him the key he has as the rain starts to pour down.
"Oh man. It's just a cloudburst. We get 'em all the time. It'll pass real quick." says Morales. "Come on, come on, come on." he says as Glenn and Rick start running away from the walkers, having been noticed by the smell running off them.
They all watch as the successfully make it to the truck and speed away before the walkers reach them.
"They're leaving." mutters Sam to Devin.
"They're leaving us." Andrea repeats to the rest of the group.
"What? What?" asks Merle.
"Where they going? Where they going?" asks Morales.
"No no, come back."
They all breath a sigh of relief when Glenn and Rick start coming back towards the store, both in different cars. Glenn in a alarm blaring sports car, trying to lead the walkers away, and Rick in the truck.
"Those roll-up doors at the front of the store facing the street... Meet us there and be ready." says Glenn on the walkie.
The group heads down towards the loading dock to make their escape, whereas Merle is still handcuffed.
"Come on! Let's go, let's go!" shouts Morales.
"Hey, you can't leave me here! I'm not fooling, man! Morales! Hey, man! Don't do this!" shouts Merle.
"Come on." says Andrea to Jacqui, Sam, and Devin and they all leave the roof.
The group make it to the loading dock, where the truck had pulled up, waiting for Rick. T-Dog joins the rest of the survivors just in time before the Walkers break through the second set of doors and storm the store. Thanks to Glenn, Rick has the chance to pull in with his truck.
"Hey, wait for me!" T-Dog yells as walkers enter the store, "They're here! Let's got! They're in here!"
Rick bangs on the door. "Let's go!" everyone yells, 'Open the door!"
Rick throws the door open and helps Jacqui, Devin, Andrea, Sam, T-Dog and Morales in.
"I'm in!" Morales says, and closes the back before the walkers can get to them and the group makes their escape.
As they drive away, everyone notices Merle is missing.
"I dropped the damn key." says T-Dog.
Realizing there is nothing that they can do, the group drives away from Atlanta. Andrea notices Glenn isn't around.
"Where's Glenn?" asks Andrea.
In front of them on the highway, the car alarm is still ringing as Glenn speeds down the highway in the red sports car. He is listening to music and screaming at the rush of driving down the road this fast.
Sorry this was so boring and nothing really happened. Holy shit this story has 22 follows and 8 favourites, I really didn't expect anyone to like this? Again, sorry for the wait. Tbh I kind of forgot about this story, and because of the shit week and a half I've been having I was like oohoh ya. So thank you to anyone who reviewed and followed/favourited. Keep them coming.
-Chelsea