Abe sees Tyreese and Glenn at the barricade to the cul de sac and starts walking up to the gate.
"Hey what's up? You find anything?" Glenn asks as the rain starts to fade.
Tyreese and Glenn hop down to open the gate for Abe, "Nope, every rabbit and squirrel is probably huddle up somewhere inside a tree with all this damn rain.
Once Abe gets inside the barricade he looks over to the car pool and sees the pick-up truck Daryl uses to go hunting. He nods his head toward the truck and asks, "What about Daryl, he get anything?"
Tyreese closes the gate and tells him, "Na, he said wasn't nothing out there." Tyreese locks the gate back, "He said it was like every animal in a 2 mile radius just bolted overnight."
Abe huffs a bit and says, "Damn, he aint get nothin?"
Tyreese and Glenn shake their heads no, "But hey, can't be easy to kill in the rain, right?" Glenn says jokingly and chuckles with Tyreese.
Abe gives Glenn a peculiar glance then he slowly begins to walk toward his house, "Yea…I guess."
The heavy rain and winds calmly pass over the area; the only noises that can be heard are the left over rain drops as they fall from leaf to leaf and then to the ground.
Michonne jumps with every rustling noise that comes from the woods that are directly behind her. In front of her is an open field with nothing but tall grass then more woods. The only thing she can see are the legs and arms of Rosita's body that's almost completely hidden by the tall grass.
She nods out when the area is silent; but every time she lucid she tries to pull herself up in spite of the fact that with every action she makes the tin cans bang together. The effects of the morphine are still strong with in her system; with each attempt to pull herself up she becomes weaker and weaker. The fishing line that Abe used to tie her wrists begin to cut in to her skin creating tiny streams of blood that roll down her arms. Each time she gives up trying to pull herself up; she places more stress on her arm muscles causing them to lose its elasticity as she hangs on the branch.
Feeling depleted of energy, Michonne feels a certain peace that she hadn't had before; she didn't know if the contentment came from the morphine or if she was just exhausted from fighting walkers and human beings for these past years.
Although Rick's proposal from the night before was delightfully unexpected; and her first joyful morning breakfast as Mrs. Rick Grimes was more than she had hoped to gain in this new life and in this new world; somehow she always knew her end would be somewhat horrifying and torturous…like this.
Michonne watches her mortality, disguised as Rosita, as it starts to twitch its legs and arms. Even with the morphine still in her system; the added kick of adrenaline only makes her instincts that more acute when she's not nodding.
A post-storm breeze whips through the air lightly rustling the woods behind her and making her swing back and forth on the tree branch; along with the noise of the cans.
Michonne watches intently as Rosita's body gradually starts to sit up; at the same time it's making frightening groaning noises. Then it severely moans, "I can't believe that bastard shot me!"
It's almost noon and the rain has abated some by the time Rick and Carl make it back to the house. Rick is worn out from the run and struggles to make it up the deck stairs to the patio. He exhaustedly opens the patio door and sits down in the kitchen chair. A few seconds later Carl comes in and leans on the kitchen sink.
Daryl rushes upstairs from the basement after hearing the commotion in the kitchen. "What the hell is going on, what's wrong?"
Rick lifts his hand signaling to Daryl to give him a second to catch his breath. "Daryl…" he takes a couple more deep breaths, "…we're gonna to get flooded. About a mile or more north of the yard…" he pauses again, "…I- 47… it's a river now. It so strong I watched it wash away bits of the hill sound barrier for the interstate."
Rick finally gets his breath together and stands up and heavily sighs "Daryl, I saw a walker floating down stream...alive. The flood probably washed out towns along the interstate. Rick shakes his head at Daryl in disbelief, "We have to do plan B right now; we've got to get out of here. The rain has slowed up but if it starts again…we'll be stuck."
He turns to Carl, "Carl, gather you and Judith's stuff and place it in the living room." He turns back around to Daryl, "That moving truck you brought back from the truck stop a few weeks back is it ready to go?"
Daryl starts taking the dry goods out of the cabinet and answers, "Hell yea."
"Alright on your way down to get it; start letting our people know what's happening; let them know once they're finished packing to come up here so we can empty out the shed and the basement." Rick instructs him.
Rick stands in the kitchen while Carl and Daryl leave the room. He immediately closes his eyes and tries to remain focused but all he keeps hearing in his head was what he told Michonne last night, "…I can be a leader and still be your man." He opens his eyes and says aloud to himself, "If we're lucky maybe the rain will stop for the next 18-48 hours so we can get out of here intact."
"Should we let the other people know about what's coming?" Daryl asks before walking out the front door.
"Yes, of course you have our people start passing the word around but, if anyone starts to ask where we're going just have our people say that we're heading up interstate 85. This way we'll see who's planning on helping us as much as we will help them." Rick explains.
After warning all the group members in the block about the flood; Daryl finally reaches Abe's and Jane's house. He knocks on the door and Abe opens up, "What's up?"
"Listen, the block is about to get flooded soon; Rick wants everyone to start packing their stuff up. When you're finished come up block and help with empting the shed and the basement." Daryl tells him urgently.
"Holy Shit", alright I'll be up there in a few", Abe says.
Daryl glances in to the living room a bit and sees Jane on the couch, "Where's Rosita?"
"She went on a perimeter check earlier this morning with Michonne. I guess they should be coming back in a after a while." Abe offers.
Just when Daryl is about to walk away he asks, "Did you get anything from the snares?"
Abe's caught a bit off guard but responds with, "Huh, oh no; must have been the rain."
Daryl nods his head and continues to walk towards the truck.
Rosita looks around trying to assess where she is; then she notices Michonne hanging from the tree.
Michonne breaths a massive sigh of relief, "Rosita help me down from here."
She begins to push herself up but the pain from Abe's gun shot to her right shoulder causes her to scream aloud in agony. Rosita pulls her hand away from the wound and looks at her hand covered in blood.
Michonne sees the gunshot to Rosita's shoulder and starts to vaguely remember Abe shooting her in the woods earlier. Judging from the amount of blood on Rosita's hand; she already knows that Rosita won't be able to get her down, "No, Rosita get back to the cul de sac before you bleed out."
Rosita painfully manages to get up and says to her "I don't think that I'll make."
"Yes the hell you can! You're not gonna die and eat me! Besides you've made it this far in this hell hole! Michonne weakens further as the adrenaline rush leaves her body, "Look, get your shit together, get back to the block so Bob and Sasha can fix that wound; and warn Rick or anybody from the group about Abe and Jane and tell them where they can ind me. Take my bag and katana." She tells her.
Rosita looks up at Michonne as she dangles helplessly; she puts a look of determination on her face then painfully grabs Michonne's poncho then puts her katana around her to hold the poncho in place over her gunshot wound, "I'll get somebody Michonne." And she begins to run off following Abe's foots steps trying to recall what Daryl taught in the past weeks about tracking.