Headlights flashed on the window and Rick signaled for all of us to get low. My heart was still pounding from the previous gunfight, even though I had my bow now, I still felt very open.

We sat next to the doors, crouched quietly as the rumbling grew closer. It stopped just outside of the bar and I froze, holding my breath. I could hear the car doors opening and closing.

"Dave? Tony?" A man's voice called.

"They said over here." A second man said. My heart fluttered nervously and I looked at Rick. We met eyes and he seemed just as worried as me, something that did not instill confidence in me.

"I'm telling you man, I heard shots." A third voice came.

"I saw roamers." The second one spoke again. "Two streets over, there might be more around here. Its hot, we gotta get out of here."

"Dave? Tony?!" The third man called, only to be shushed. I watched the silhouettes on the door pass, all except one, who stopped, trying to peer through the window. The moved off quickly to the right of the bar, continuing the search for the friends. I nocked an arrow, following their silhouettes around the bar side through the windows.

We sat quietly like that for a few more minutes, until we were sure they moved off. Rick and Glenn dare a peak out the window and our leader stood to get a better look.

"Why wont they leave?" I asked as we grouped near the door.

"Would you?" Rick asked me. I thought about it, frowning. I wouldn't leave, we both knew we'd stay to find them, dead or alive.

"We have to get out of here." Glenn whispered. "We can't stay here any longer." Rick nodded.

"Lets head to the back, make a run for the car." He suggested. None of us liked that idea, but what choice did we really have? I nodded, standing up after him. There was a sound of gunfire and we all scurried back to the walls.

"What happened?" One of the men asked.

"Roamers, I nailed em." Another answered.

"I cleared these buildings, did you two clear that one there?" the final man said. I knew they were talking about the bar and my heart sank. Rick looked at us all pointedly. "We're looking for Dave and Tony and nobody checks the damn bar?"

Footsteps rapidly approached us and Rick drew his gun. I aim my Bow at the door, growing more anxious the closer they got. They reached for the latch, turning the handle. Glenn dove in front of it, shutting it again.

"What?"

"Somebody pushed it shut!" The third man said. "There's someone in there."

"Yo, someone in there?" they called. I was shaking with fear and the men walked up to the windows. "yo, if someone's in there we don't want no trouble. We're just looking for our friends." We all exchanged glances, none of us believing them.

"What do we do?" one of them whispered.

"Bum rush the door?" the other suggested equally as quiet.

"No, we don't know how many are there, just relax," The third guy, probably the leader, whispered. "We don't want any trouble. We're just looking for our friends. If something happened, tell us." My eyes drifted to Tony's dead body and I swallowed. "This place is crawling with corpses, if you could help us not get killed, I'd appreciate it!" I heard footsteps moving off, away from the door. "Dude your bugging. I'm telling you, nobody's in there." We were silent for a moment, Rick seemed to be thinking. I shook my head at him but he didn't listen.

"They drew on us!" He shouted. The footsteps came back, stopping at the door again.

"Dave and Tony in there? They alive?" The leader asked again. Rick looked up at me, unsure what to say and I shook my head.

"No." Rick called to them. I felt our chances of survival dwindling by the minute, with every word exchanged.

"They killed Dave and Tony."

"Come on man, lets go."

"No! I'm not leaving. I'm not telling Jane. I'm not gonna go back and tell them that Dave and Tony got shot by some assholes in a bar!"

"Your friends drew on us!" Rick yelled again, this time more agitated. "They gave us no choice! I'm sure we've all lost enough people!" Rick paused. "Done things we wished we didn't have to! But it's like that now! You know that!" Rick pleaded with them. The men said nothing and Rick continued. "So lets just chalk this up to what it was, wrong place, wrong-" a shotgun rang out and the window of the door shattered. They opened fire on us and Rick stood, firing one slug out the window. "Get outta here! Go!" he shouted. We didn't hesitated and I stowed my bow, opting for Dave's pistol instead. I check the rounds as I ran, there were six left and he didn't have an extra mag on him.

We ducked and weaved through the bar, taking refuge behind tables, walls, I jumped Tony's body, ducking behind the bar next to him, waiting for the gunfire to end. It went quiet and I peaked around the corner. Rick still sat by the door, gun drawn. It was quiet outside, too quiet, and I sat behind the bar shaking. I was terrified out of my mind.

Bottles rattled in the back room and I stared at the door that was a few feet from me. I looked at Rick and he looked at Glenn. Begrudgingly Glenn stood, running to the door. He peaked, opening it a tiny bit. Slowly he entered and we all waited there for him to return. Minutes passed like hours and a gunshot cut through the silence.

"Glenn!" Rick yelled, standing and running after the boy. Hershel and rick stood at the corner, each of them looking at each other. "You cover Glenn, we'll hold them off out here. Try to make a run for your car, pull it around back and we'll get the hell out of here." Rick said to Hershel. The old man nodded his head slowly.

"You want me to cover Glenn?" he asked quietly.

"Missed all that gun training, could've come in handy now." Rick said harshly. Hershel looked at him, his body rigid.

"I know how to shoot. Just don't like too." He stated matter of factly, walking quickly into the storeroom. Rick and I watched him go before the sheriff turned to me.

"You good with a gun?" he asked quietly. I shrugged.

"Better with a bow." I admitted, feeling my cheeks flush. Rick sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Gun practice for both of you when we get back." I suppressed a smile and he looked back at the door. "We'll stay here, we got a good visual of the door. Just aim and shoot. It don't matter where you hit em, as long as you hit em." I nodded at the sheriff, training my eyes down the pistol barrel.

"I only go six shots." I said, not taking my eyes from the door.

"Hopefully that's all we need." Rick fidgeted at my side, both of us nervous of the sudden silence. We looked at each other, slowly, thinking the same thing, wondering where they'd gone. There were more gunshots around back and I gestured for Rick to go. He ran to the back room, leaving me alone up front.

Hershel called for me a few minutes later and I turned, taking one last look at the door, before running to them. Another set of gunshots and I ran to the door. Glenn and Rick were unscathed, hiding behind a dumpster. I took a deep breath, relaxing as I stood next to Hershel.

"We gotta go!" Someone yelled. My eyes drifted to a big white truck that pulled up next to our car. There was a man on the roof of the pharmacy and he jumped from the roof. I heard him thud to ground in the next-door alley, screaming as he did.

Snarls came from our left and three walkers walked out from around the building. They dropped to the ground, attacking the man that Hershel had just shot, ripping him to shreds. I urged Hershel to move, leading him to where Rick and Glenn were.

"the gun fire must have attracted the walkers." Hershel stated as we reached the truck. I looked around, noticed that someone was missing.

"Where's Rick?" I asked Glenn. Glenn gestured to the other side of the street.

"He ran across." Glenn pointed to where Rick stood a few feet away, looking at the man that jumped.

"Well hell, we can't leave with out him!" Hershel said, running off after him. The boy groaned in pain as we approached him, he had landed on a dumpster, his leg impaled on the fence. Hershel walked up, looking at him. "I'm sorry son, we have to go." The boy began to cry, begging us not to leave him.

"We can't." Damn Rick and his bleeding heart. I watched the sheriff, shocked as Glenn said what we were all thinking.

"He was just shooting at us!" He yelled, pointing at him. Rick shook his head, a sort of moral dilemma on his hands.

"He's a kid!" Rick yelled back.

"This place is crawling with walkers!" Glenn yelled. I panicked, looking at the kids leg. If we weren't leaving without him we had to figure out a way to get him off the fence. Me and Hershel shared a knowing look before turning to Rick.

"The fence went clean through. There's no way to get him off of it with his whole leg." I frowned, looking at Rick. My professional opinion wasn't good enough and Hershel turned him away to speak to him privately.

The boy continued to cry where he laid and I felt a sudden pang of sympathy for him. I watched him quietly as he writhed in pain. He stopped for one second, looking up at me.

"Please, please help me." He begged. I swallowed looking him up and down. He was young, probably younger than me, early twenties, if that. I turned to the men.

"That hatchet still in the car?" I ask Rick. He looked at me pointedly before running over to grab it out. The boy begged us not to, but it was the only way to free him. Rick returned, shaking his head and I reached for my buck knife. "Will this cut through bone?" I asked, showing it to Hershel.

The old man sighed, removing his shirt.

"I'll have to cut the ligaments, just below the knee cap, above the tibia. He's going to lose his whole lower leg. When we get clear of here we'll have to find some tinder to cauterize the wound so he don't bleed out." Hershel turned to me, taking the knife from my hands. "Beau, I will need your help, can you help me?" I nodded dumbly, handing my pistol over to Rick. Rick ran around the fence, holding him down to the dumpster.

Hershel handed me his shirt and stick. I took them into my hands quickly, staring up at the man. "I assume you know what to do with those?" I nodded at him, hopping up on to the dumpster. I tied the shirt around his leg like tourniquet, tightening it tight with the stick. The boy howled in pain and I shushed him. He didn't quiet down and Rick covered his mouth with his hands.

Walkers appeared from behind the pharmacy and Rick took off, firing shots into a few of them, but there was too many.

"Hershel!" I called back to him. He looked up at me, shaking his head, knife still in hand. "We have to hurry!"

"I don't have time, we have to leave him!" Hershel stated, walking away from the fence. I looked at the boy, feeling so sorry for him and the fate he was about to endure.

"I'm so sorry." I told him, kissing his cheek lightly.

"No! No don't leave me!" he begged. I hopped down from the dumpster, taking my pistol back from Rick. Entering the street I began to open fire, only a few of my shots connecting. Rick growled and I looked back. He grabbed the boy's ankle and in one quick movement jerked it up, freeing him from the fence.

I looked around, we were surrounded and Rick knew it.

"Get to the pharmacy!" Rick yelled, gesturing to the store next door. Carefully he carried the man to the door. It was open and we all tumbled inside. We locked the door behind us, and I pulled the metal fencing down, latching that as well. The walkers came up to the window, smacking at it vigorously. Rick had checked the back door, locking that as well.

We stared at each other for a few good minutes, the store quiet, save for the sound of walkers and the boy's whimpers. I looked down at him, wishing he'd be quiet. Rick glanced at each of us, taking a deep breath.

"We'll wait here until morning. Hopefully if everyone is quiet they'll have moved off by sun up."

"Wait here?" I questioned, looking back to the window. "Pardon my lack of faith, but a few bars on the windows don't exactly instill security. We have to get back!" Rick frowned at me and I stepped back, realizing I was out of line.

"We can't go out there in the dark. There's too many of them and someone will get hurt. They'll move off by tomorrow, you'll see."