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devoncarman: I'm glad you're enjoying it so far! To hear that you like Scarlett's personality is also wonderful, I'm happy to hear that. I do plan on making her quite close with Glenn and thankfully, the start of their oh so wonderful friendship begins in this chapter. Also in this chapter, she meets the older Dixion brother and haha...ha..ha. Though, I think she'll have more respect for the younger of the two when he comes into the picture ;)

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Dropping down to the floor with Rick following her down into the darkness, Scarlett hoisted her bag higher up on shoulders and kept pace with Glenn, who was looking around nervously. Rick quickly joined them as they jogged through a few deserted rooms, pieces of the ceiling hanging above them along with some wires that made Scarlett a little nervous.

Exiting through the back door and going down a stairway, Glenn began talking into a radio, which Scarlett assumed was the same one he had used to communicate with her and Rick in the tank.

"I'm back. Got two guests. Four geeks in the alley."

They continued rushing down the metal staircase, only to come upon an alleyway. The four walkers Glenn had mentioned had spotted them almost immediately. The two men froze, but Scarlett pushed through without really thinking, her metal bat fastened into her hands.

Two people dressed in what looked like padded gear came rushing out from one of the doors across from them as Scarlett was already in mid swing. The bat destroyed the side of the walker's head as the two men dressed in black got to work on the others. She assumed that they were the people Glenn had been talking to, so she safely assumed she wouldn't be the one they'd be attacking.

"Let's go!" Glenn yelled as he and Rick sprinted into the open metal door the two men had exited from. She quickly followed after them, feeling something dripping down the side of her face and trying to ignore it.

The two men dressed in black padding quickly followed after her, slamming the door behind them. Scarlett barely had any time to gather her bearings before a blonde woman pushed Rick up against a crate, a gun pointed at his face.

"You son of a bitch. We ought to kill you." She stated firmly, her gun inches away from Rick's. Not even fully registering what was happening, Scarlett pulled out her own firearm and pointed it at the side of the woman's head.

"Put the gun down." Scarlett said calmly, no threatening tone found in her words.

"Just chill out Andrea. Back off." One of the men in black said, undressing from his protective gear. At least that's what Scarlett assumed it would be.

"Come on, ease up." A black woman said from beside the blonde named Andrea.

"Ease up? You're kidding me, right? We're dead because of these assholes." She replied, glaring daggers at both Rick and Scarlett.

"I'm going to assume you're referring to drawing the amount of attention that we did by entering the city," Scarlett began talking, still pointing her Colt at the blonde. "I get it, we're in trouble, but what good is killing him going to do? Nothing. We'll figure it out, okay? Just drop the gun."

Andrea's full attention was now on her, eyes narrowing. She knew Scarlett had a point. The man from before came forward and fixed his gaze on Andrea.

"Andrea, I said back the hell off," The man stated. "Well, pull the trigger then."

Scarlett narrowed her eyes and loaded her clip, the click echoing throughout the room. The blonde slowly let go of Rick and lowered her gun, looking around hopelessly. It was only then did Scarlett put her safety back on and tucked her gun back into her belt.

"We're dead," Andrea said, the trepidation evident in her voice. "All of us, because of you."

"I don't understand." Rick said slowly as Scarlett eyed the rest of the group.

"Look," The man from before said as grabbed a hold of Rick and began pulling him along with him. The rest of them followed. "We came into the city to scavenge supplies. You know what the key to scavenging is? Surviving. You know the key to surviving? Sneaking in and out, tiptoeing. Not shooting up the streets like it's the O.K. Corral. At least your friend had the decency to use a bat instead of firing off shots like you were."

They entered the first floor of what looked like a department store. Clothing hung on racks, jewelry could be found behind the cash, and even some of the 'SALE' signs were still in one piece. It was when Scarlett turned her attention to the front of the store, where the glass doors remained, did she see the crowd of walkers banging on the most exterior doors.

"Every geek from miles around heard you popping off rounds." The black man said, who was evidently one of the men in black from before.

"And you just rang the dinner bell." Andrea threw in.

It was a horrific sight, Scarlett didn't have a doubt in her mind about that. Multiple pairs of dirty and bloodstained hands banged profusely on the glass doors, the moans of the walkers appearing much more ferocious than the walkers she'd encountered before. This was what Morgan had been talking about. Scarlett had thought she'd seen what a hungry mob of walkers looked like, but she stood corrected.

"Those glass doors aren't going to hold forever." Scarlett mumbled, watching as some of the doors already had cracks in them. Adding more to her bewilderment, Scarlett and the rest of the survivors watched as one of the walkers had picked up a rock and had begun banging it against one of the doors. The glass was evidently breaking a lot easier and the group of them moved away from the door out of fear.

"The hell were you two doing out there anyway?" Andrea asked as Rick and Scarlett looked at one another before turning their attention to the blonde.

"Trying to flag the helicopter." Rick replied simply.

"Helicopter? Man that's crap. There ain't no damn helicopter." The black man stated, giving Rick a concerned look.

"You were chasing a hallucination, imagining things," the black woman said calmly. "It happens."

"But I heard it too," Scarlett replied. "How could we hallucinate the same thing? You have to admit that's a bit odd."

She didn't get an answer, though she wasn't exactly expecting one.

"Hey, T-Dog. Try that C.B," The other man in black inquired as the other attempted to play with the radio walkie. "Can you contact the others?"

"Others? The refugee centre?" Rick questioned, and Scarlett gave him a sad look.

"I highly doubt that's an option anymore, Rick." She said, frowning slightly.

"Yeah, the refugee centre," the black woman said sarcastically. "They've got biscuits waiting at the oven for us."

"Got no signal," T-Dog said after a moment. "Maybe the roof."

The sound of a gun firing cut off whatever possible conversation they were going to have. From the sounds of it, the bang had come from above the group. Most likely the roof that T-Dog had mentioned only a few moments before.

"Oh no. Is that Dixon?" Andrea groaned, a panic ringing through the group.

The survivors all rushed out of the front of the department store and up multiple flights of stairs. Scarlett had been ready to leave but realized that Rick was still staring absentmindedly through the front doors at the walkers trying to get in. She gave a quick tug on his arm and pulled him out of his trance.

"Come on, let's go." Glenn said nervously, which surprised Scarlett at the fact that he had stayed behind with them.

The trio caught up with the others as the climbed their way up through the building as shots continued to ring out above them. It was only after multiple flights of stairs did they reach the rooftop wheezing that they threw open the door to the roof.

"Hey, Dixon! Are you crazy?" Morales yelled as Scarlett's eyes fell on a man standing on the edge of the roof, a rifle tucked under his arm. The man had little hair on his head and a nasty look on his face, a laugh tumbling lazily from his lips at being yelled at.

Wearing a vest and jeans, the man turned around and looked at them all.

"Hey!" The man said happily, as if he had met some old friends. "Y'all out to be more polite to a man with a gun. Huh? Only common sense."

He jumped down from the edge of the roof and eyed the group carefully. It was only when his eyes landed on Scarlett did she struggle not to squirm.

"Man, you wasting bullets we ain't even got!" T-Dog yelled, jumping down from the platform and in front of Dixon, who only laughed. "And you're bringing even more of them down on our ass! Man, just chill!"

"Hey, it's bad enough I got this taco-bender on my ass all day," the man replied and Scarlett felt her stomach tumble over uncomfortably. "And now I'm going to take orders from you? I don't think so, bro. That'll be the day."

"'That'll be the day'?" T-Dog questioned, catching on to what the man was really trying to say and took a step forward. "You got something you wanna tell me?"

"Hey, T-Dog. Just leave it-" Morales attempted to stop him.

"No." He threw a hand up in the other's direction.

"It ain't worth it," Morales tried again. "Now, Merle, just relax, okay? We've got enough trouble."

Scarlett turned her attention away from the tension and eyed Glenn, who gave her a look that said 'whatever you do, don't intervene.' She looked over at Rick who looked just as upset as she felt.

"You wanna know the day?" Merle questioned.

"Yeah." T-Dog replied as the two of them squared up against each other.

"I'll tell you the day Mr. Yo. It's the day I take orders from a nigger."

It took every ounce of Scarlett's being not to have her mouth fall open in shock at his words.

"Mother-" T-Dog began, throwing a punch at Merle only for the man to hit him with the end of his gun, knocking him to the ground. He landed another punch on T-Dog before Rick attempted to stop the fight, only for Merle to punch him in the face as well. Scarlett watched as Rick fell to the ground, checking him to see if his nose was bleeding.

This was ridiculous. She could hear Merle making contact with T-Dog's face over and over again to the point where the man on the ground was whimpering. Everyone was yelling at Merle to stop, everyone too afraid to do anything. She understood a little too well why they weren't stepping in, but she wouldn't be able to be as cooperative.

Looking over her shoulder, Scarlett watched as Merle pulled a gun and pointed it at T-Dog, who was still under him.

"No, please don't." Andrea pleaded; watching in silent fear as to what Merle would do next.

Scarlett heard thunder rumbling in the distance as she saw Merle spit on T-Dog and rub it into his shirt.

"Yeah! All right!" Merle began as he stood up from his place on top of T-Dog, the end of his gun still pointing at the man on the ground. "We're going to have ourselves a little powwow, huh? Talk about who's in charge."

Everyone remained silent as Merle's back remained to Scarlett, who slowly stood up and waited for a moment. A particular moment when he thought he had all the power. She had to do it right if she wanted to get the upper hand.

"I vote me," Merle continued as the others pulled T-Dog away from him. "Anybody else? Huh? Democracy time, y'all. Show of hands, huh? All in favour? Come on, let's see 'em."

Watching slowly as everyone raised their hands, Scarlett quietly made her way over to where Merle stood. She was being very careful not to make any noise and nobody looked at her to give her position away.

"All in favour? Yeah, that's good." Merle said, watching as the hands rose before him. "Now that means I'm the boss, right? Yeah."

It was now or never and Scarlett knew it. Being directly behind Merle, Scarlett reached forward and grabbed ahold of his wrist, ushering the gun up to the sky. Knowing that he would be stronger than her, she brought her knee up to his groin where he let out groan. Doing it again in the ribs, she managed to pry the gun from his hands and point it in his direction.

She couldn't believe it had actually worked as she let out a few wheezes from her struggle.

As Merle coughed at the lack of air in his lungs, he looked up at Scarlett and gave her a crooked smile.

"Well, ain't you a feisty one. And to think I thought you were busy with the cop over there," he spoke to her, slowly getting up from the ground. "Hmm. I think I'm going to call you ginger bitch."

Scarlett remained silent as she watched him with narrowed eyes. Over Merle's shoulder, she could see that Rick was slowly getting up from his spot on the ground. She needed to buy a little more time.

"You won't pull the trigger, so why don't you hand over the gun?"

Narrowing her eyes even more, Scarlett turned to point the gun just off to his left and fired. The familiar kick in her hand was a lot harsher than what she remembered, knowing her hand would bruise afterwards but she didn't care for it at the moment. Everyone had jumped at the sound of the gun firing and even Merle had looked frightened for a millisecond.

"Ginger bitch, you continue to impress," Merle said, licking his lips as he looked up and down her body. "You don't talk much though, do ya?"

She felt her blood boiling under her skin and was trying to control the surge of anger that had exploded inside of her. Very rarely did she actually become legitimately angry, but she supposed this was one of the exceptions.

"Of all the things that are taking up space in that puny brain of yours and race is one of them?" Scarlett began speaking. "Open your eyes! The dead are up and walking around, that should be the number one thing on your mind rather than some injudicious values of skin colour! How dare you treat someone poorly by the darkness of their skin. It wasn't acceptable when things were normal so what makes you think it is now? All life is precious and I don't know who fucked up your logic to the point of nonsensical acts like this but holy shit. So many people are dead and you're fucking it up for all of us that are still trying to get by. We didn't get through the first few waves of this nightmare just to judge each other for something so incredibly imprudent. What matters now is surviving, so grow a pair and stop acting like a child!"

She hadn't meant to go off on a tangent, she really hadn't. It was the fact that Merle was willing to fight with someone over something as ridiculous as race at a time like this. People were dying, they were pretty much trapped, and there were fifty thousand other things to worry about.

Scarlett didn't endure the first twenty-six years of her life to end up on a roof during the zombie apocalypse fighting over race.

It was in that moment where Rick had rammed the end of the rifle into the side of Merle's head. Grabbing the man's wrist and chaining it to a pipe, Rick stared down viciously at Merle as he pressed him against the pipe.

"Who the hell are you, man?" Merle yelled.

"Officer friendly," Rick replied harshly as he grabbed his gun and reloaded it with a new round of ammo. "Look here, Merle. Things are different now. There are no 'niggers' anymore. No dumb-as-shit, inbred white-trash fools either. Only dark meat and white meat. There's us and the dead. We survive this by pulling together, not apart."

"Screw you, man." Merle grumbled.

"I can see you make a habit of missing the point."

"Yeah? Well, screw you twice."

"Ought to be polite to a man with a gun," Scarlett taunted as Rick cocked the gun in his hand and pressed it against Merle's temple. "It's only common sense, right?"

"He wouldn't. He's a cop, ginger bitch." Merle stated.

"All I am anymore is a man trying to find his wife and son," Rick replied simply and to the point. "Anybody gets in the way of that is gonna lose. I'll give you a moment to think about that."

As Rick patted Merle down to check for any other weapons, Scarlett went over and knelt down beside T-Dog. Nobody said a thing to her.

"Are you okay?" Scarlett asked, a lot calmer than she was a few minutes ago.

"I'll be alright." He answered though his breath was a bit strained.

"You probably only have some bruising around the ribs and the eye," she explained. "Nothing to worry about."

Looking over her shoulder at Merle, Scarlett watched in displeasure as Rick pulled a roll of something from the man's jacket. Of course, why was she surprise?

"You got some on your nose there." Rick said, flicking the end of Merle's nose as he stood up.

"What are you gonna do? Arrest me?" Merle asked as everyone proceeded to watch as Rick threw Merle's drugs off the side of the building. "Hey, man! What are you doing, that's my stuff! If I get loose you better pray, man! You hear me, pig? You hear me?"

"I'm sure he does," Scarlett said, kicking at Merle's leg as she walked passed him. "Your voice carries."

Approaching Rick carefully as the sheriff looked down into the streets from the edge of the building, Scarlett carefully touched his shoulder.

"Let me take a look at you." She asked, not really as a question but more of a demand.

"Scarlett, I'm fine." He said, attempting to pull his face away from her hands but she managed to feel around his nose.

"I guess you are," she sighed, only for Rick to give her a look. "Hey! It's my job, what am I supposed to do?"

Before either of them could continue bickering, Morales slowly approached them and leaned against the edge overlooking the streets on the other side of Rick.

"You're not Atlanta P.D. are you?" He questioned after a moment as he looked at the both of them, much to Scarlett's surprise. "Where you from?"

"Up the road a ways." Rick replied simply.

"The both of you?"

"Yeah."

"Both cops?"

"No. Only me. Scarlett's a paramedic."

"Well that'll come in handy."

She let loose a soft laugh at the man's words.

"Well, Officer friendly and Medical badass, from up the road a ways, welcome to the big city."

Scarlett found it a bit ironic. She'd only visited Atlanta for her medical training a few times, but never to experience the city for what it was. Always wishing that she would be able to come back and enjoy it, she didn't exactly picture coming back to look like this.

"My God, it looks like Times Square down there." Andrea mumbled as they approached the group once again.

Scarlett went over and sat beside Glenn, feeling absolutely exhausted. It was only when she sat down did she realize that she shouldn't have. There was no way in hell she would be getting up anytime soon.

"Tired?" Glenn asked, noticing her faltering composure.

"Yep and I shouldn't have sat down."

"Not gonna get up now?"

"Never."

Glenn let out a weak laugh and even Scarlett felt her lips pull up into a small grin.

"How's that signal?" Morales questioned T-Dog, who was still playing around with the radio.

"Like Dixon's brain. Weak." He replied, only to get a flipped off by Merle.

"Keep trying."

"Why? There's nothing they can do," Andrea spoke up. "Not a damn thing."

"'They'?" Scarlett questioned, looking over at the blonde.

"We got some people outside the city is all," Morales informed both Rick and Scarlett. "There's no refugee center. That's a pipe dream."

"Then she's right," Rick spoke up, turning to the group. "We're on our own. It's up to us to find a way out."

"Good luck with that," Merle grumbled, the side of his face still red from where Rick hit him as he looked over at Andrea. "These streets ain't safe in this part of town from what I hear. Ain't that right, sugar tits? Hey, honeybunch, what say you get me out of these cuffs, we go off somewhere and bump some uglies? Gonna die anyway."

"I'd rather." Andrea replied.

"Then what about you, ginger bitch? You wanna go get nasty somewhere?"

"Drinking bleach would be a better option than that." Scarlett replied, not even bothering to look over at Merle.

"Figured as much."

"The streets ain't safe," Morales continued, giving Merle a dirty look. "Now that's an understatement."

"What about under the streets? The sewers?" Rick questioned.

"Oh man," Morales said, turning around away from the edge. "Hey, Glenn. Check the alley. You see any manhole covers?"

With his eyebrows somewhat knit together in confusion, Glenn still got up and jogged along the platform to peer over into the alleyway. After taking a moment to search, he came back shaking his head.

"No, must be all out on the streets where the geeks are."

"Maybe not," the other woman, Jacqui, spoke up. "Old building like this built in the '20s. Big structures often had drainage tunnels into the sewers in case of flooding in the subbasements."

"How do you know that?" Glenn questioned.

"It's my job. Was. I worked in the city zoning office."

Not bothering to waste another moment, the group of them, the exception being Merle since he was handcuffed to the roof, and T-Dog who was watching him, went down into the lowest part of the building. They approached a square-shaped hole in the cement with a ladder leading down into its depths.

The faint dripping of water could be heard as they all shined their flashlights down into the hole.

"This is it?" Morales asked, looking up at them. "You sure?"

"I really scoped this place out the other times I was here. It's the only thing in this building that goes down," Glenn informed them. "But I've never gone down it. Who'd want to, right?"

Proceeding to look up at the expectant faces that remained on everyone's faces, Glenn's expression fell.

"Oh. Great."

There was a pause.

"We'll be right behind you-" Andrea began saying but Glenn began shaking his head.

"No, you won't. Not you." Glenn expressed his discomfort.

"Why not me? Think I can't do it?"

"It wasn't…"

"Speak your mind." Rick said, attempting to clear the air.

"Look, until now I always came here by myself. In and out, grab a few things. No problem," Glenn began to explain. "The first time I bring a group and everything goes to hell. No offence."

Scarlett could understand where he was coming from with his logic, knowing that with the more people one would have with them, another possible casualty. While it was true that sticking together was the right thing to do, Glenn had a point.

"If you want me to go down this gnarly hole, fine. But only if we do it my way," he said firmly. "It's tight down there. If I run into something and have to get out quickly, I don't want you all jammed up behind me and getting me killed. I'll take one person."

Rick moved forward to volunteer but Glenn stopped him.

"Not you either," he explain. "You've got Merle's gun and I've seen you shoot. I'd feel better if you were out in that store watching those doors, covering our ass. Andrea, you've got the only other gun so you should go with him. Morales and Jacqui, you guys be on the lookout. If anything happens, yell down to me and get us back up here in a hurry."

Scarlett realized why Glenn had left her out of the 'people with guns' group, because she was, in fact, the one who would be going down there with him.

"I'll admit, I'm a little surprised." She said out loud as Glenn looked at her nervously.

"Look, you're fast. You kept up with me when we were running through the streets. Plus, you've got a bat and a gun on you," Glenn explained and Scarlett nodded, his logic making sense. "You in?"

"Yeah, sure." She replied, not failing to notice the worried hint in Rick's eyes.

"Okay, everyone knows their jobs," Rick said as he placed his hands on both Glenn and Scarlett's shoulders. "Be careful, you two."

They both nodded and Glenn descended down the ladder first, Scarlett trying her best to hide her nerves. It would be the first time since Scarlett and Rick had reunited that they had separated, even if they were still in contact. It felt odd to her, but she quickly swallowed the lump in her throat and climbed down into the darkness as well. If she trusted anyone else in this group, it was Glenn. He had saved both her and Rick's life, so she would do her part to protect his.

Once at the bottom, Scarlett gaze upwards to give Rick a final look before bringing her attention to Glenn. The Asian looked a bit nervous, his eyes looking around in the darkness that led down the tunnel. Pipes lined the walls and water droplets could be heard echoing around them.

"Let's get this over with." Glenn stated as Scarlett turned on her flashlight.

"Couldn't agree more."

For the first while, neither of them spoke. Scarlett was too busy looking around at the claustrophobic walls and spotting the occasional squeak of a mouse. She was surprised to hear any sort of life coming from the tunnels, but she took that as a good sign. Maybe there really was a way out through the sewers.

"You handled yourself well against Merle up on the roof." Glenn spoke up, his face scrunched up in disgust as he tried to avoid stepping on any of the rats.

"He was being a bigoted asshole." Scarlett replied simply.

"Yeah, I don't think anyone disagrees with you on that one," he replied, his flashlight darting up to the low-hanging ceiling. The two watched as water dripped from it. "It was just surprising."

"How so?"

"Well, from the hour that we've known each other, I can tell you don't put up with much bullshit, but you seem more like the person to be quietly angry and not lash out at people."

Scarlett took a moment to consider his words. He wasn't wrong, but he wasn't exactly right either.

"What did you do before all this?" Scarlett questioned him, watching his expression morph into that of mild confusion.

"Uh. Random, but I'm assuming there's a reason for you asking me this," Glenn mumbled more to himself than to her. "I was a pizza delivery boy."

"That's why you're so fast?"

"I guess. You don't look like the type to deliver pizzas yourself, so what's your excuse for being speedy?"

"Well, I was a paramedic," Scarlett explained. "And when you work on the field or in the hospital, you got to put up with a lot of bullshit. The reason why I did was because I was focused on saving someone's life. There was logic behind why I dealt with it. However, when there's no logic behind something…"

"You can't help but stand up to the bullshit." Glenn finished for her and she gave him a nod.

"Sharp as a knife," Scarlett laughed, giving him a grin. "Good, you can make up for the dull-witted spoon that is Merle Dixon."

Despite their surroundings, the two couldn't help but laugh. It was odd. They were trapped in a building with no way out, and currently walking through the building's underground to get to the sewers but the laughs that came out of their mouths were genuine, if not slightly touched by fatigue. Scarlett barely knew Glenn, but she could already tell they were going to get along just fine.

Finally calming down and regaining their composure, the two continued to walk through the tunnel. After a few more meters, Glenn's flashlight passed over a rickety looking door at the end. Approaching it slowly, Scarlett gave him a soft nod before he kicked it open.

Peering inside, it looked like the only thing in there was a large metal grate that led further out into the streets. That must have been the sewer tunnel that went out under the city. If only it weren't barred up.

"I guess Jacqui was right." Scarlett said as they approached the grate.

"Can we cut through it?" Glenn asked, eyes looking at the metal bars.

"If we had more time, definitely. Otherwise, no. You don't have anything better than those hacksaws, do you?"

"Nope." Glenn replied, annoyance and stress written all over his face.

Letting out a sigh, Scarlett was about to turn away when she heard shuffling beyond the grated sewer. Both Glenn and hers flashlights shot down from the bars above and fixed their lights out in front of them. Standing on the other side of the metal bars and eating away at what looked like the remains of a rat, a walker turned its gaze to them. In the blink of an eye, it reached out and tried to grab at them, but both of them managed to get out of reach. Moans and groans of annoyance and want rumbled from the walker's bloodied mouth.

"We should get back to the others." Scarlett mumbled, trying to hide her panic.

"Damn it." Glenn grumbled as the two slipped out of the room and sprinted down the tunnel from which they came from.

Out of breath and starting to feel the dread sink in, Scarlett reached the top of the ladder with Glenn right behind her. Both Morales and Jacqui were waiting at the top, anxiously waiting for an answer. With a quick shake of her head, Scarlett watched as the two of them sighed.

A loud crashing sounded from the front room of the building where the department store was, including the rest of the group. Including Rick.

The four of them rushed into the other room, only to find both Rick and Andrea pointing their guns at the glass doors of the entrance. It appeared as though the walkers had broken through the first set of glass doors and were now attempting to break through the other set. In other words, their last defense.

"What did you find down there?" Rick asked, his eyes immediately meeting with Scarlett's.

"Not a way out." She replied, her hand placed firmly on her own gun.

"We need to find a way and soon." Andrea stated.

The group all stared at the thin layer of glass that separated them from the wave of walkers that were ready at any point in time to eat away at their flesh. The impending doom was making itself known in the air around the group and Scarlett couldn't stand it. Hell, she wasn't much of an optimist, that was Glenn's job, but she knew they would find a way out. They didn't have any other option but to think that way and time was much shorter than they had expected, leaving a very conflicted red-head standing amongst as group that were strangers only a few hours ago.

Chapter done~

Man, I really wish they could have portrayed Andrea like she was in the comics when it came to the show. Oh well, whatever. More canon characters are always fun, right? Fucking love Glenn. God bless him, honestly.

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed! It was fun writing this chapter, if not a bit agonizing when it came to finishing it and getting it out. Again, I apologize for taking such a long time to update. I hope you all understand.

Hopefully I'll update soon with another chapter.

Take care everyone,

- GuiltyCalamity