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Sorry if you find any grammar mistakes. I'm still learning English because it's not my first language.
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Time seemed to slow down for everyone in Alexandria as everyone watched how the watch tower just crashed into the wall and created a large hole in it, knowing there was nothing they could do to stop it from happening. Everyone stared at the hole in the wall in a stunned shock. They broke themselves out of their shocked state when the walkers started to make their way inside Alexandria.
Chris held his hand in front of himself to cover his eyes as the watch tower created a large dust cloud upon colliding with the ground. He couldn't see what was happening around him, but the footsteps the walkers made while walking through the hole in the wall gave him a good idea of what was going on around him. Once the smoke died down, he saw Rick laying on the ground a few meters in front of him. Not wasting any time, he quickly ran up to his friend and helped him up as more walkers started entering Alexandria.
"Everyone! Go into your homes and lock the doors! Now!" Chef ordered people around him, having just noticed how many walkers just entered Alexandria as he pulled out his pistol, readying himself to kill the undead while Rick and Chris catched up to him. He didn't had to repeat himself. Everyone quickly started fleeing towards their homes.
Chef quickly aimed his pistol at the walkers in front of him and opened fire at them, wanting to give the rest enough time to reach safety, even though he knew it wouldn't much difference because of how many walkers just entered Alexandria. Not wasting any time, Chris and Rick pulled out their own guns and opened fire at the walkers too, helping Chef in what he was doing right now.
"Tobin!" Chet shouted upon seeing Tobin on the ground. He quickly ran up to him and grabbed him by his right shoulder, bringing him back to his feet as Lorenzo ran up to them and grabbed Tobin by his other shoulder. Chet and Lorenzo didn't waste any time and quickly started taking Tobin to the closest safe place they could think of right now where they will safe save from the undead invading their house right now.
"Rick! Chef! Chris!" A voice sounded behind Rick, Chef and Chris as the said three continued to shoot at the walkers, managing to kill a few of them in the process. The three of them shifted their gaze to the source of the voice for a moment and saw Deanna running over to them with a revolver in her hand.
"You need to get back." Rick told her and brought his attention back to the undead in front of ihm.
"We need to get back!" Deanna responded as she aimed her revolver at the closest walker and fired it three times at him, the third shot managing to hit it in the undead and end it's life for good. After making sure the walker in front of her was dead, she followed Rick, Chef and Chris.
Heather and Leshawna ran together towards where Heather saw Dakota for the last time, wanting to reach her and take her to safety before the walkers will reach her before them. Unfortunely, their attempt at reaching her was in vain as the walkers managed to reach Dakota before them. The walkers circled around Dakota as Dakota remained where she stood, not even trying to get away from the undead. It didn't took long until the first walker sunk it's teeth in her shoulder.
She didn't let out a single noise of pain as the walkers ganged up on her and tore her apart. She closed her eyes and just let them feast on her body, despise the main she was feeling right now. It wasn't long before she didn't feel anything anymore. She was gone. It was only a matter of seconds before they were nothing, but an unrecognizable mush of blood and guts left of her body. Even that was eaten by the walkers that got their hands on her.
"You can't do anything to save her, sugar! We need to go!" Leshawna screamed as Heather sighed, knowing she was right and there was nothing she could do to help Dakota. She could only hope Dakota will find her peace on the other side. Not wasting any time, the of them quickly rushed into the nearby house and locked themselves inside it to stop the walkers from reaching it.
Morgan and Carol ran side by side along the street, trying to get away from the walkers. Carol looked over her shoulder to look at the walkers behind her and Morgan for a second, accidentally causing herself to trip. She landed on the sidewalk, breaking her pistol and injuring her head in the process. Seeing this, Morgan quickly ran up to her and brought her back to her feet.
He took her to the nearest staircase leading up to a building and Carol quickly started making her way up the stairs towards the door. Morgan stayed behind for a few seconds and swung his stick at the walkers around him a few times, killing a few of them in the process. After making sure Carol opened the door to the building, he quickly turned away from the walkers and ran up the stairs towards the opened door. Upon making sure Morgan was inside the building, Carol quickly closed to the door to prevent the walkers from getting it.
As the Alexandrians continued to make their way inside the buildings, Rick, Chris and Chef continued to fight off the walkers invading their home with their pistols. Rick fired his Python at the walker in front of him and killed it, failing to notice another walker approaching him from behind. As the walker was about to grab him, Deanna got herself between them.
The walker quickly changed it's target and shoved itself towards Deanna. Deanna grabbed it by it's shirt and aimed her revolver right at it's head. She fired her gun, putting a bullet in the walker's head as another walker walked over to her and brought her down to the ground. She fell down right onto a saw blade, injuring herself as Rick, Chris and Chef quickly came in her aid. Chris and Rick quickly brought her back to her feet and started taking her to safety as Chef made sure to keep the walkers away from them.
Maggie tipped over and fell to the ground as she was making her way to the nearest lookout post. She looked over her shoulder and her eyes widened in fear as she saw how many walkers were walking towards her right now. She quickly started crawling over to the ladder in front of her, thankfully managing to reach it before the walkers reached her.
She grabbed the ladder, knowing she had to hurry and quickly started climbing up to the top of the lookout post as the walkers below her grabbed her feet and tried to bring her down back to the ground. Thankfully, she managed to free herself from the walkers's grasp and climbed her way up the lookout post. Upon reaching the top of the lookout post, she laid down on it and let out a large sigh of relief as she knew how lucky she was to reach the top. Her luck left her a few seconds later, though as the ladder she used to reach the top fell down to the ground, leaving her trapped on the lookout post.
Eugene watched how the walkers invaded the streets of Alexandria with a terrified look on his face, seeing how Noah, Kitty, Emma and Izzy ran into one house to hide from the walkers together before his attention was brought towards the walkie-talkie on the ground in front of him as Daryl's voice sounded from it, "Rick, you copy? Chef. Are you there? Chris. What about you?" Eugene quickly picked up the walkie-talkie from the ground, "Anybody?"
Eugene was about to contact Daryl through the walkie-talkie but his words died in his throat as he saw a single walker walking towards him. He looked at it with a terrified look on his face, "Help?"
He lifted up his machete, trying to bring himself to attack the walker as the walkers was only a few steps away from reaching him. It was when a few shots echoed in front of him. The walker in front of him ended up dead on the ground with a bullet hole in in the back of it's head before it could reach him as Rosita, Tara, Trent and Gwen appeared in his view.
"Come on, dude!" Trent said as Rosita and Tara grabbed Eugene, forcing him to move, "We don't have much time!"
The group of five didn't waste the time they knew they were low on right now and started to make their way away from the walkers, trying to find a place they could take shelter in nearby. They didn't had to search for long as an opened garage appeared in their view. They quickly ran into the garage and managed to shut the door as massive group of walkers catched up to them and started trying to force their way into the garage.
"Rick!" Michonne called out for Rick as she saw him making his way down the street with Chris, Chef and an injured Deanna.
Rick titled his head in the direction of her voice and saw her, Carl, Ron and Gabriel running over to them, "Good, you're safe."
"Come on." Chef said, "We don't have much time."
Rick, Michonne, Chef, Chris, Carl, Ron, Deanna and Gabriel continued to make their way down the street for another few seconds, making sure to kill every walker in their way as they proceeded to look for a place they could take shelter in. After several more seconds of walking forward themselves in search of a shelter, they heard someone firing their pistol on their right.
They glanced in the direction of the shooter and saw Jessie standing on the side of the road with her pistol in her hands. The blond haired woman quickly set her eyes on them, "Come on, I have Judith!"
She turned away from them and started running towards her house. Rick, Michonne, Chef, Chris, Carl, Ron, Deanna and Gabriel quickly followed her and it wasn't long before all of them found themselves inside her house, safe and away from the walkers.
Glenn, Geoff, Alejandro, Brody and Enid had just witnessed how the watch tower crashed through the wall and let the walkers inside their home. Glenn, Geoff and Alejandro watched everything in disbelief, Brody watched everything with a fearful look on his face and Enid watched everything with an unreadable expression on her face.
"...Dudes." Brody broke the silence between them, his tone betraying how horrified he was by what he was seeing right now, "What are we going to do now?"
Glenn sighed, growing worried for Maggie as he quickly came up with an idea how to handle this situation, "The walkers are flooding into the east wall. That means that the west wall will be the first to clear up. That's how we get in."
Geoff nodded his head at the idea, "Let's do this."
"Unfortunely it's the only thing we can do right now." Alejandro sighed.
"Let's go." Glenn told his group as he started making his way towards the west wall. Geoff, Alejandro and a very terrified Brody followed him. Enid remained where she stood, continuing to observe what was happening in front of her with a blank on her face. Glenn stopped in her tracks upon seeing her not moving, "Just because the tower's down doesn't mean that..."
Alejandro took a few steps forward and stopped in front of Enid, "Listen, people are still alive in there."
"This is how it happens." Enid said, her eyes not leaving the walkers in the distance, "And it always happens."
"We're still here." Glenn said, trying to convince her to get moving as he pointed towards Alexandria to clarify his point, "Our friends are in there, people who care about you. My pregnant wife."
"My pregnant girlfriend is there too." Geoff added.
"So is mi amor." Alejandro added his part, "You just want to run away, be afraid, forget about this? Just go. But that's how you lose people. Even after they're gone."
He turned away from Enid and pushed himself into run, starting to make his way to the west wall as Glenn, Geoff and Brody followed him. Enid continued to stare at Alexandria for a few seconds before reluctantly following them.
The sound of music echoed through Darren's room as Darren stood up from the floor upon hearing a few people run into his house and started to slowly make his way towards the door his room to check what was going on. As he reached towards the door handle with the intention of opening it, someone else did this for him as him mom opened the door.
"...Darren, I need you to turn off the music and shut the blinds!" Jessie shouted as she ran into her youngest son's room to turn off the music playing in it right now. Darren didn't pay his attention to his mom as he saw Rick and Chris carrying a wounded Deanna towards bedroom in front of his room.
"Because of the monsters?" He asked, his eyes not leaving Rick, Deanna, and Chris as Michonne and Chef appeared in his view as the two of them ran closely behind Rick, Deanna and Chris.
He received no answer from anyone around him as he continued to stare at Rick, Deanna, Chris, Michonne and Chef. As Chris and Rick laid an injured Deanna down on the bed, Darren felt how everything around him started to become more blurry and quiet as fear started to overcome his body. He froze where he stood, becoming paralyzed with fear.
Jessie stopped in front of him and and grabbed him by shoulders, breaking him out of his terrified trance, "You stay up here and you stay quiet. It's gonna be okay, okay?"
"Mom..." He tried to say something to her, fear evident in his voice.
"Honey, just try. Just pretend. Okay?" Jessie told him, "Just pretend that you're somebody who's not scared. Just try."
Darren slowly nodded at her, "Okay."
"Okay." Jessie nodded back at him and kissed his forehead, "I love you."
She turned away from him and ran into the bedroom behind her to help Rick, Chris, Chef and Michonne with Deanna as Darren watched them for a few more seconds before slowly closing the door to his room, not wanting to see what was happening in the bedroom in front of his room right now.
Carol leaned against the wall of the building she and Morgan had entered a few moment ago to escape the walkers infesting the streets of their home right now. She put her hand on her forehead, feeling how her head was still huring from when she tripped in her tracks back on the streets as Morgan turned on the lights in the building. She took her hand away from her forehead and saw Morgan approaching her.
He crouched down in front of her, wanting to check her head, "Let me take a look at that."
Carol looked up at him and held her hand in front of her, stopping him from checking her wound, "No, I'm fine."
"You don't trust anybody, do you?" Morgan asked.
"Some more than others." Carol replied and chuckled, "But you're dead last."
"Well, at least we're being honest." Morgan replied, letting out a chuckle of his own as he picked up his stick and walked away from Carol towards the nearest window.
"I don't trust you, but I never thought you were lying." Carol told him as he walked away from her, "How is it out there?"
"They're filling the streets." Morgan replied as he looked out of the window, taking a look at the walker infested streets, Carol slowly brought herself back on her feet and glanced down at the stairs leading to the lower level of the building. Morgan quickly noticed this and pushed himself into walk towards her, "Hey, that's probably a concussion. You should sit down before you fall down."
"I am okay." Carol insisted.
"Carol..." Morgan replied, having just reached Carol as he grabbed her by her shoulders, preventing her from going any further, "Whatever we have to settle, it can wait. It has to."
Carol let out a deep breath as she leaned against the wall behind her and slided down it before sitting down on the floor. Morgan crouched down in front of her again, wanting to keep an eye on her state.
Rick, Chef and Chris walked into the bedroom where they left Deanna with Michonne and saw Michonne tending Deanna's wounds with the equipment they had found in the house. They left the room a few minutes later to give Michonne as much space as she needed to patch up Deanna as best as she could with the little equipment she had for this job.
"How is she?" Rick asked.
"No offense to Michonne, but whatever she's doing hurts like a son of a bitch." Deanna said in a slightly joking manner, trying to lit up the mood a little her attempt was in vain as everyone around her failed to notice the joking tone in her voice.
"I just finished with the leg. And that seems to be the worst of..." Michonne started to explain. She didn't got a chance to finish what she was saying as her words died in her throat as she moved a towel away from the wound on Deanna's stomach, noticing a fresh bite wound there. She, Chef, Rick and Chris stared at the bite mark silently, knowing nothing they will do now will save Deanna's from death.
Deanna's gaze slowly went to the wound Michonne had just discovered, learning she had been bitten when she was knocked to the ground by the walker when she got herself between Rick and the undead. She looked away from her bite wound a second later and looked up at the ceiling, looking as if she had accepted her fate the moment she learned about it, "Well... shit."
Izzy let out a sigh as she looked out of the window of Emma and Kitty's house, having taken shelter there with Noah, Kitty and Emma after the walkers invaded the streets of Alexandria. The situation outside was far from perfect to say the least as she doubted she or anyone else will be able to leave their shelter anytime soon. She turned away from the window to look at Kitty and Noah who were sitting next to each other on the couch in the living room.
"Let me guess." Noah said, crossing his arms, "The situation outside is as bad as we can except."
"Yup." Izzy nodded in confirmation as she walked over to the couch and sat down on it next to Noah, "We better stay in the house for now and avoid making any noise. Entering the streets is a certain death sentence right now."
"Does it even matter right now?" Kitty asked, her gaze set on the floor as Izzy and Noah looked at her, "This place is done for. Those monsters just invaded the streets. You said it yourself entering the streets is a suicide now. It's over."
"Don't stay stuff like this." Izzy said, trying to lift her mood a little, "We'll get through this. We'll find a way how to
"Did you ever have to deal with something like this?" Kitty asked, "Did you ever have to deal with something like this?"
"No." Izzy shook her head, "We didn't have a chance to salvage our last home after it was attacked by the bad people. This time, however, I'm sure we'll find a way how to save our home. Our people are still out there. We all saw the balloons on the sky. I'm sure they'll coming up with a way how to give us a chance at fighting back the walkers and reclaiming our home."
"You sound sure about this." Kitty pointed out.
"Because I'm sure about this. Me and my group. We've been through worse." Izzy replied, "If you only knew the crap Noah went through since all of this started." Noah looked at her with an interested look on his face upon hearing him being brought up as an example, "If you want a few examples. He was kidnapped into a town run by a psycho where he was tortured. He got sick with some sickness which was decimating our group. Many people would have given up if they went through all those things and yet he never showed a desire to give up, unlike myself."
"You wanted to give up?" Kitty asked, "What happened?"
"Our friend Zeke died." Izzy replied, "Our group had tough several days and three of my and close friends died during those days. Noah was the one to comfort me and was the one who broke me back into my senses."
Kitty nodded at her, feeling a bit better now, "Okay. I'll trust you on this. I won't give up on our home, just like you didn't gave up after losing your friends. Just like Noah never wanted to give up, despise everything he's been through."
"Good. You'll be turned into a survivor in no time. You'll see." Izzy nodded at her with a smile on her face. She looked around herself a second later, seeing Emma was nowhere to be seen, "Where's Emma, by the way?"
"She went to her room right after you went to take a look at the streets." Kitty explained, "She wanted to be alone for a moment."
Noah got up from the couch, "I'll go talk with her. I feel like she needs it right now."
"Okay." Kitty nodded at him, "We'll be here if you'll need us."
"We'll let you now if something happens." Izzy added.
"Alright." Noah nodded in understanding as he walked out of the living room, starting to walk towards the staircase.
He reached the staircase a few seconds later and made his way to the upper floor of Emma and Kitty's house. He walked over to the door to Emma's room and opened it. Upon opening the door, he saw Emma sitting on her bed. The Asian young woman stared ahead of herself with a blank look on his face, having her back turned to Noah.
"Hey." The bookworm called out for to to gain her attention.
Emma looked over her shoulder at him to show him she heard him, "Hey."
Noah walked over to the bed and sat down next to her, "How are you doing right now?"
"Just as well can you can except, considering the circumstance we found ourselves in." Emma gave him an honest answer as she leaned her head against his shoulder, taking him by suprise, "Can we stay like this for a few minutes? It might calm me down a bit."
Noah broke himself out of his suprise state and put his hand on Emma's head, bringing her closer to him, "Alright."
Jessie moved the curtain away, taking a quick look at the walker infested streets of Alexandria before covering the window with the curtain again. She looked over her shoulder, having just heard someone enter the room she was in right now and saw Rick walking into the room. He walked over to her and stopped next to her, wanting to fill her in about Deanna's state.
"Fever's setting doesn't have long." He informed her as Jessie nodded in understanding, "She knows how it happens, right? All of it?"
"Yeah" Jessie gave him another nod, "She knows."
Rick let out a soft laugh and looked away from Jessie, "She's cracking jokes."
"Rick..." Jessie called out for him, making him look at her again as she put her hand on his cheek, "She wouldn't have run."
Rick nodded at her as Jessie removed her hand from his cheek, "We have food to last us a while. They're bound to cluster up by then, move off to one area. When they do, I, Chef and Chris will try and get to the armory... draw them away.
"With gun?" Jessie gussed.
"Flares." Rick corrected her, "We'll open the gate, fire them off... see if we can get them somewhere... somewhere that's not here."
Deanna remained in the bedroom, feeling herself becoming weaker with each passing second as Michonne, Chef and Chris remained in the room with her, wanting to keep her company and make sure she won't be alone in her last moments of her life as they knew she didn't had much time left.
"The plans that you gave Rick." Michonne said, trying to start a conversation as Deanna looked up at her.
"You looked at them?" Chris asked with an interested look on his face as Chef nodded his head at the question, looking just as interested.
Michonne shifted her gaze from Deanna to them and nodded, "Yes."
"You know." Chef said, causing everyone to look at him, "I was planning to take a look at them too after we would finish reinforcing the wall. Now, I wish I took a look at thos ideas before going to work on the wall."
Michonne nodded at him, planning to show him the plans after they will get out of this situation and shifted her gaze back to Deanna, "Your ideas. They could work."
"Even now?" Deanna asked.
"Even now." Michonne nodded in confirmation, "The Latin in the margins, what was that?"
Deanna let out a brief chuckle, "It was something Reg used to say when things went really, really badly." She shifted her gaze between Michonne, Chris and Chef and smiled at them, "I'm lucky. Working with my family towards a better future is- it's all I ever wanted. That's what I got. I got to do what I wanted... right up to the end. What do you want?"
"I want those kids to have a place they can live in without having to worry about something attacking them in their sleep." Chef gave her an honest answer, referring to the contestants from Total Drama, "Those kids. They have lost a lot since all of this started and have experienced things people their age shouldn't experience. They were forced to do things they wouldn't never imagine themselves doing back when the world was normal to ensure they and people they care about will survive. Over the last year and a half, each one of them has become a strong survivor capable of protecting themselves and everyone around them from any danger."
"You sound proud of them." Deanna stated, her smile not leaving her lips.
Chef smiled back at her, "I'm proud of them. I'm proud of each one of them and how far all of them have come since all of this started. If I will die today or anytime soon, then I will die happy knowing those kids turned into capable survivors."
Deanna shifted her gaze from him to Michonne, "What about you, Michonne?"
"I want this place to work." Michonne replied.
"Yes." Deanna nodded in understanding, "But what does that mean for you? What do you want for you?"
"I don't know." Michonne gave her an honest answer.
"You better." Deanna replied and shifted her gaze to the last person in the room who was Chris, "What about you Chris?"
Chris opened his mouth to reply, but his words died in his throat before he could say anything as he heard something break something on the lower floor of the house, "...What was that?"'
"It sounds like a window just broke on the lower floor." Chef quickly forgot about the conversation they were having right now and headed towards the exit from the room, "I'll go check it out."
He quickly walked out of the room and pushed himself into run towards the source of the voice, hearing how more noise started coming from the lower floor of the house. He quickly ran down the stairs, making his way to the lower floor and and looked around himself to locate the source of all this noise. He saw Rick and Jessie standing in front of the garage door, trying to get it open.
"What's going on?" He asked, running over to them.
"It's Carl and Ron." Rick replied.
"We can't get them to door open." Jessie added as she slammed her fist against the door in an attempt to get either Carl or Ron to open it, "Ron! Open the door!"
Rick pulled out his hatchet, seeing there was no other way to get this door open and looked over his shoulder at Chef and Jessie, "Back away, you two."
Jessie and Chef backed away from Rick, knowing what he was about to do as Rick quickly started slamming his hatchet against the door handle, attempting to break it and get the door open as an result. As he continued to slam his hatchet against the door handle, it slowly started to come off and after several more hits, the door handle fell off the door and allowing him to open the door.
It was exactly what he did as he immediately opened the door and screamed to the boys inside the garage, "Come on!"
Carl and Ron exited the garage through the now opened door as soon as Rick opened it with his hatchet as the walkers broke through the front door to the garage Carl was keeping closed for the past several seconds. Rick quickly closed the door or rather tried to keep it closed because there was no way of closing it again after he broke the door handle as the walkers started filling up the garage.
The walkers quickly made their way to the door Rick tried to keep closed and started slamming themselves against it, trying to go further into the house. Chef, Ron, Carl and Jessie started helping Rick, doing their best to stop the walkers from entering the house through the garage, even though they knew it was pointless and knew it was just a matter of seconds before the undead will enter the house.
"Guys!" Chris' voice echoed behind them, making them look over their shoulders. They saw him, Michonne and Gabriel moving a couch towards them, "Move! We'll try to block them with some furniture!"
Rick, Chef, Ron, Carl and Jessie did as they were told and moved out of the way, allowing Chris, Michonne and Gabriel to shove the couch against the door. Unfortunely, it wasn't doing much and the possibility of the walkers entering the house was still highly likely as the undead started trying to push the couch out of their way. Seeing this, Rick, Carl and Chef quickly started holding the couch to prevent the walkers from knocking it over.
Rick looked away from the couch to look at his group, "We need more, and we need to be quiet."
"I'll see what I can find." Michonne replied as she turned away from him and ran further into the house to find something they could use to block the door to the garage.
"I'm on it!" Chris nodded as he followed her.
Gabriel quickly followed them, "Me, too."
"Go help them, Carl." Chef said, "Me, Jessie and your dad will hang on."
"I got it." Rick looked at Carl with an assuring look on his face once he saw his son hesitating if he should go help the rest or not, "What happened in there?"
"We were looking for tools and knocked over a shelf." Carl replied.
"We heard yelling." Jessie revealed.
"Yeah" Carl nodded as he shifted his gaze from his dad to her, "Ron saw them break through the gates. We had to move. That's what happened.
Ron walked over to Carl, having an idea what they should do, "Carl, there's nightstands in my mom's room. We can brace the couch with them."
Jessie took her right hand away from the couch and placed it on his shoulder, making him look at her, "Hey, it sounded like you were fighting."
"Yeah, but we were fighting them." Ron replied as he walked away from them to get the nightstand from his mom's room.
"Carl? It's okay?" Rick asked as Carl took his hands away from the couch.
"It's okay." Carl nodded and followed Ron to Jessie's room.
After managing to make a makeshift barricade out of the furnitures in an attempt to stop the walkers from entering the house, the group gathered in the living room to catch their breath for a moment and to discuss their next move. Chris, Gabriel and Michonne looked out of the window to get a better understanding of the situation outside and saw more walkers surrounding the house. All the noise they just made in the house must have draw them to their shelter.
It was when everyone looked up, having heard Judith crying upstairs. Hearing his daughter cry and thinking she was in danger, Rick pulled out his hatchet and quickly made his way to the upper floor of the house. He stopped in his tracks for a second next to the room they were keeping Deanna in and saw she was nowhere to be seen, leaving only a bloodstain on the bed.
Realizing Deanna must have changed into a walker, he quietly and quickly started making his way to the room at the end of the corridor where they have been keeping Judith for all this time. Upon reaching the room, he saw Deanna from the back, leaning toward the baby's crib. Now convinced that she had turned into a walker, Rick charged into the room to kill her.
"No! It's still me!" Deanna declared, turning out to be alive after all as she looked over her shoulder at Rick the moment she heard him rush into the room.
"I'm sorry." Rick put his hand on her shoulder in an apologetic manner, "I'm sorry."
"I-I wanted to see her one last time." Deanna explained her reason for coming into his room, "I thought I could make it. My legs had other plans."
"Come here." Rick said as he grabbed Deanna's arm and wrapped it around his shoulder. He picked her up from the floor in bridal style and carried her to the bed next to them. He gently laid her down on the bed, "You and plans."
Deanna looked up at him, "They're yours now."
Rick nodded at her, "From now on... someone needs to be with you."
"Y-yeah." Deanna nodded in agreement and glanced at Judith.
"It can't be her." Rick pointed out as he saw Deanna looking at his daughter.
Deanna gave him another nod of understanding, "Yep."
Rick turned away from Deanna, "I'll find someplace else to put her."
"Rick." Deanna called out for him, making him turn around to look at her again, "I, uh..." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a few messages she had written when everyone else was busy blocking the garage door, "I wrote something..." She held the messages out to Rick, "For Spencer, for Maggie, for Noah and for Emma."
Rick nodded and took the messages from her, "I'll make sure they get them."
Deanna put her hand on Rick's arm, "Will you look out for him?"
"I will." Rick nodded.
"Will you look out for him like you look out for your people?" Deanna asked him another question as Rick remained silent, "Guess what. They're all your people, Rick. They are."
"We haven't had a chance to make it that." Rick pointed out.
"But that's how it is." Deanna responded, a small smile growing her face, "I didn't run over to help you out there because I like you... or because I think you're a good man, a good father... or that you can grow one hell of a beard. I ran over to help because you are one of us. That's the right answer."
"Rick!" Jessie's voice called out for Rick from the lower floor of the house. Rick reacted to it as soon as he heard her call out for him. He quickly picked up Judith and walked out of the room, making sure to close to the door as he did so to make sure Deanna will not suprise attack them if she will change into a walker. Deanna watched him leave the room before looking up at the ceiling, leaving herself with her thoughts in her final moments.
Tara, Rosita, Eugene, Gwen and Trent remained in the garage ever since they had taken shelter in it. The undead continued to slam themselves abd bang their fists against the garage door, trying to get it open and reach the people hiding there. Rosita was sitting on a chair and had her head burried in her hands, Eugene was reading a book, Tara and Gwen were leaning against the wall and Trent was sitting on the floor, his machete resting on his lap.
"Most people got inside their houses." Tara said, her eyes set on the walkers trying to break into the garage, "There's that."
"Maybe if we'll lucky, we'll come across someone from Alexandria on the upper floors." Trent stated.
Tara nodded in agreement, "Hopefully."
Rosita shook her head, letting out a sigh as she put her hands away from her face, "You think this is it?
Tara looked at her with a questioning look on his face, "What?"
"Do you think this place is over?" Rosita explained what she had on mind.
"No." Tara shook her head as she took a few steps towards Rosita, "I think we gotta earn it, all of us. Whether it's waiting, knowing if everyone's safe, dealing with that, or fighting them."
Trent nodded in agreement as he got up from the floor and walked over to Tara and Rosita, "A place like this has gotta have a price, right?"
"We haven't paid it already?" Gwen spoke up, her eyes not leaving the walkers trying to get the garage door open, "All the crap we've been through since all of this started wasn't enough to earn us a safe place to stay?"
Tara shrugged, leaning against the wall, "Apparently not."
"Perharps overcoming this will be when we will finally earn something like this, Gwen." Trent added.
Gwen sighed, "If you say so."
"It feels like Abraham's dead." Rosita voiced her worry for Abraham, suprising everyone in the garage, "That's what it feels like."
"He's not dead." Tara replied as Trent nodded in agreement.
"How do you know?" Rosita wanted to know.
"Because Abraham's a tough bastard, Rosita." Gwen replied before either Trent or Tara could respond, "So is everyone who went with him. He will come back."
"Exactly." Trent nodded in agreement, "He's not dead, and this place isn't over."
"We're here." Tara added, "So, what are we gonna do?"
Rosita shifted her gaze between the three of them before nodding her head. She got up from her seat and started walking towards the door to the house, "Gonna get in there, see what's happening on the other side. We can shoot out this lock."
"I'm up for checking out the rest of the house." Gwen said as she turned away from the garage door and walked over to Rosita, followed by Trent and Tara, "But we shouldn't waste the bullets. We already are low on them."
"You won't need to." Eugene said, making everyone look at him. He pulled out a paper clip he was using to mark the page in the book he was reading right now and showed it to Trent, Gwen, Tara and Rosita. He set the book aside and got up from his seat, beginning to walk over to the door to the house, "Lock-picking is within my skill set."
Trent smiled, "Great, dude."
Morgan continued to watch over Carol ever since he convinced her to leave the matter of the person he was keeping hidden from everyone else in Alexandria for later, wanting to keep an eye on her state. Carol slowly closed her eyes as she leaned down against the wall, trying to make herself more comfortable as Morgan looked at her with a questioning look on his face.
"You all right?" He asked her.
"Just resting my eyes." Carol replied as Morgan nodded in understanding.
Wanting Carol have some silence while she'll be drifting to sleep, Morgan got himself into a standing position and walked over to the staircase leading to the lower level of the house. He took a few steps down the stairs and took a look into the floor below him and Carol, wanting to check how the things have been doing down there as he didn't got the opportunity to do until now.
His attention was brought away from the floor below him and Carol as he heard someone shut down the lights on the floor he and Carol were on right now. He turned away from the lower floor and made his way up the stairs back to the floor where he left Carol. He stepped towards where he saw Carol for the last time as Carol rushed at him from the side and pushed him away.
Morgan fell down the floor, landing on it with a loud thud as Carol used this to her advantage and quickly rushed towards the staircase. She quickly ran down the steps, making her way into the garage where she saw Denise packing her medical supplies into a bag. Denise wasn't along in the garage, though. A man with a shoulder length hair was next to her. It didn't took Carol long to notice a W on his forehead.
She pulled out her knife and pointed it towards the W man, "Get the hell away from him."
Denise looked over her shoulder at him, "He's tied up, he's not..."
"I said get away from him." Carol cut her off as Denise complied to her demands and backed away from her. It was when Morgan rushed into the garage with his stick in ready. The W man titled his head in a curious manner at the turn of events.
Morgan got himself between Carol and the W man, "This could've waited. It should have. Now it can't."
Rick and Chef gritted their teeth, carrying two bodies of the walkers on the upper floor of Jessie's house. The makeshift barricade they made in front of the garage door to block the walkers had eventually broken through the barricade and entered the house, forcing everyone to flee to the upper floor. The couch Chris and Michonne managed to move to block the entrance to the stairs was the only thing that prevented the walkers from reaching them and their group on the upper floor.
It was when Rick came up with an idea on how to put his plan of reaching the armory into action. He and his group were going to cover themselves in the guts of a walker and sneak their way into the armory through the herd. He knew he could have come up with a better idea as he was aware how risky this plan was, especially with Darren, Judith, Ron and Gabriel around but it was the only thing they could do right now to leave the walker infested house.
"You stay here." Rick glanced Carl upon reaching the upper floor of Jessie's house, followed closely by Chef, "You see anyone squeezing through, you get me."
Carl nodded in understanding, holding his gun in ready as Rick dragged the walker to the room they used to keep Deanna. He set the body on the floor as Chef followed him into the room and did the same.
"We're gonna need bed sheets, enough for everyone." He declared as Chef wiped his hands on his pants.
"I'm on it." Chris nodded in understanding, knowing what Rick wanted to do.
"I'll help you." Gabriel said as Chris nodded at him. The two of them quickly walked out of the room in search of bed sheets as Jessie and Ron walked into the room, both of them wanting to know what Rick wanted to do.
"Bed sheets for what?" Jessie asked.
"We all go to the armory." Rick replied, pulling out his knife as he glanced at her and Ron. He shifted his gaze to Chef right after, "You ready, Chef?"
Chef nodded as he pulled out his knife, "Yeah. Let's get this done."
"How?" Jessie asked Rick another question, not wanting to know how he was going to reach the armory.
"We're gonna gut these things." Rick started his explanation, "Cover ourselves with the insides. It'll mask our smell, make them think we're like them." Jessie and Ron stared at him like he had just grown second head as Chris and Gabriel walked over to them, both of them carrying bed sheets, "I've done it before. We stay calm, we don't draw attention, we can move right through them."
"They're in the house, they're making noise." Chef added as he used his knife to cut open the stomach of the deceased walker he had just brought into the room. Rick did the same with his body as Jessie, Gabriel and Ron watched everything with disgust written all over their faces.
Rick looked away from the walker he was cutting open for a second, "Anyone who stays here is gonna die."
"What about Deanna?" Gabriel asked.
Rick, Chef, Chris and Michonne looked at them silently, giving him the only answer he needed to get.
Carol and Morgan continued to face each other it the garage of the building they had just taken shelter in. The tension between them was was palpable. Denise continued to watch them from where she stood with a nervous look on her face as the W man continued to watch them from his position on the floor, his curious expression not leaving his face.
"You don't need the knife. We can talk." Morgan said, trying to convince Carol to solve this situation without violence.
"No." Carol shook her head, "This is over."
"We can be better than them." Morgan continued trying to convince her to back down.
"We are better than them." Carol pointed out, her grip on her knife becoming shaky.
"Not if we kill." Morgan pointed out in return.
"They made us kill." Carol argued, tears appearing in her eyelids, "We had to stop it. I had to stop it. Heather had to stop it."
"With life, there's possibility, even if we never let him out." Morgan argued.
"I'd get out." The W man spoke up, amused by what was happening in front of him right now. He had a thoughtful look on his face, a plan slowly forming in his head.
"Even if we never let him out, he could know what he's done. He could know..." Morgan was interrupted by Carol before he could finish the sentence.
"I don't want to have to kill you, Morgan." Carol cut him off.
Morgan shook her head, "You won't."
Carol nodded, getting herself into a fighting stance, "I will."
"You can't." Morgan once again shook his head, getting himself into the fighting stance as well, "I won't let you."
The door to Deanna's room was slowly opened as Michonne appeared in the doorway. She walked into the room, making sure to close the door behind and crouched down in front of Deanna. Deanna looked horrible to say the least. Her skin was extremely pale and her eyes were closed when she entered the room. This view made Michonne realize little time Deanna had right now.
"What's happening out there?" Deanna weakly asked.
"They're getting in." Michonne responded, "The rest of us... we're gonna have to go. If you want me to, I'll..."
"No." Deanna slowly shook her head at Michonne's offer, "Not ready. Not yet. I will be. Soon. And when I am... I'll do it myself." She held up her revolver for Michonne to see to clarify her point to her, "It's my life. Start to finish. Dolor hic tibi proderit olim.
"What does it mean?" Michonne wanted to know what those words meant.
"Someday this pain will be useful to you." Deanna explained what those words meant to Michonne as she reached her hand towards Michonne and put it on her cheek. Michonne nodded, starting to tear up as she grabbed Deanna's hand into hers. She looked at her with a slight smile on her face, "Go. They need you."
Michonne gave her another nod as she got herself into a standing position, "Thank you."
Deanna looked at her questioningly, "For what?
"For believing." Michonne answered.
"I still believe. I cocked it all up, but I figured it out." Deanna replied as she reached her hand towards Michonne and grabbed her hand into hers, "What do you want?Now you figure it out."
Michonne nodded back, "I will."
"Good. I just wish I had a chance to hear Chris' answer to this question." Deanna replied, "Give 'em hell."
Everyone was gathered in the room they used to keep Deanna in, now wearing the bed sheets Chris and Gabriel had brought them. Not wasting any time, all of them started covering themselves in the guts and blood of the deceased walkers Rick and Chef had brought them. Chris, Gabriel, Michonne, Carl and Chef were already covered in the guts and blood as Jessie and Ron watched everything with slight disgust, being the only people in the room who wore clean bed sheets.
Rick pulled out some guts from the walker's stomach and held them out to Jessie and Ron, "We need to move. You, then me."
Jessie stepped forward to Rick and crouched down in front of him, nodding her head, "I'll do it."
"...Mom?" Darren's voice sounded behind them as Jessie started covering herself in the guts and blood.
Jessie stood up and stepped closer to him, looking straight into his eyes, "You need to listen to me, okay? We aren't safe here anymore. Okay, we need to do this so that we can be safe out there. We need to look like the monsters."
Darren shook his head with a terrified look on his face, "No, please, no."
"Yes, honey, we have to go, okay?" Jessie asked, "We have to, Darren. Honey, just- just pretend you're brave. Okay? Just make it all pretend. Okay, none of this is real and you're somebody who isn't afraid. Okay?"
Darren nodded his head with a tearful look on his face, "Okay."
Things weren't getting any better with Morgan and Carol as they continued to point their weapons at each other, looking like they were seconds away from breaking themselves into a fight over what to do with the W man. Denise and the W man continued to watch everything from their positions, the latter waiting for the right time to make his move.
"I will kill you to kill him because I don't want anyone else to die." Carol told Morgan, her hand shaking as she seemed seconds away from breaking into tears.
"You should kill me." The W man said as Morgan looked over his shoulder at him, "But you're all going to die." He shifted his gaze between everyone around him, "You don't belong here.
Carol shifted her gaze away from the W man to Morgan, "You tell me you're sure. You tell me you know what'll happen, how it will go." Morgan seemed like he was about to respond to her words, but backed out of it in the last second, "Please step aside. I'm not asking you again."
Morgan bit his lip, knowing what was about to happen now. He swung his stick at Carol, knocking her hand out of her hand as Carol quickly moved towards where her knife landed, wanting to get her hands on it again. Seeing this, Morgan quickly went down and grabbed her by her feet, trying to drag her away from the knife as Carol reached forward, feeling how she was inches away from reaching the knife.
She looked away from her knife to look at Morgan for a second and kicked him in the face, knocking him away from her. She quickly crawled over to her knife and grabbed it before getting herself back on her feet as Morgan quickyl got himself back on his feet too. She swung her knife at him as Morgan easily dodged it before grabbing her by her hands, trying to stop her from swinging the knife again.
After fighting with Carol for a few more seconds, Morgan managed to get the upper hand and lifted her up from the floor. He threw on the floor, knocking her out and looked down at her unconscious body. He didn't saw the W man jumping to his feet. The W man grabbed Morgan's stick and hit him in the back of his head with it before the owner of it could react to it.
"No!" Denise shouted as Morgan's now unconscious body dropped to the floor. She moved towards him as the W man reached into Morgan pocket and pointed it at her, stopping her in her tracks.
Michonne and Chris glanced down at the lower floor of Jessie's house, wanting to see how the situation was down there before they and the rest will move out of the house towards the armory. They looked away from the stairs to look at their group. Everyone from their group was now wearing guts and blood covered sheets, ready to move out of the house into the walker infested streets.
"We have to go." Michonne whispered to her group.
Chris nodded in agreement, adding, "We don't have much time left."
Rick stepped closer to the staircase and looked down at the lower floor before nodding his head at them, "Yeah."
Chef looked over his shoulder at his group, "Is everyone ready?"
"We're ready." Jessie nodded at him, having her hands on Darren's shoulder as Ron silently stared ahead of himself, "Ron?"
Ron nodded, letting everyone know he was ready, "Yeah."
Rick stepped towards the room where they have been keeping Judith, "I'll get Judith."
"Rick." Gabriel called out for Rick, making him stop in his tracks and look at him, "I'm not gonna give up out there. I will not turn back, no matter what happens."
Rick nodded at him, "Yeah, I know."
After making sure Denise won't try to do anything to stop him, the W man crouched down and used the knife he had taken from Morgan to cut the bounds keeping his hands together. Carol and Morgan continued to lay on the floor, having not regained their consciousness as Denise watched the W man from where she stood with a terrified look on her face, knowing doing something to stop him wouldn't end well for her.
"Please? Please don't." Denise pleaded the W man as the W man cut his bounds, freeing himself.
"Don't what?" He asked her, moving the knife away from his hand.
Denise looked at the unconscious bodies of Morgan and Carol for a second, "Don't kill them. You said they were already dead. You said I was. You don't need to kill us. Just let us die. Just let us die." The W man looked at her and stepped towards her, aiming his new knife right at her throat. Denise backed away from him, pinning herself against the wall as the W man stopped in front of her, continuing to point his knife at her throat, "You are so full of shit!"
"You're what I like about people." The W man laughed as Tara stepped into the basement, having no idea what she had just walked into.
"Tara!" Denise called out for her the moment she saw her step into the basement as the W man grabbed her and held the knife to her throat, holding her hostage as Rosita, Gwen, Trent and Eugene joined Tara in the basement. Rosita, Tara, Trent and Gwen didn't waste time and aimed their pistols at the W man who didn't thought much of it and continued to hold Denise hostage, "Oh, God."
"Just be still." The W man told her, "Lower the gun." When Rosita, Tara, Trent and Gwen didn't comply to his demands, he held his knife closer to Denise's throat, "Lower the gun." Having no other choice but to comply, Rosita, Tara, Trent and Gwen lowered their pistols, "Good. Slide them over. I want them."
Continuing to follow his demands, Rosita, Tara, Trent and Gwen slided their pistol over to him as Eugene did the same with his machete. The W man crouched down for a second and picked up the closest pistol before aiming at Rosita, Tara, Trent, Gwen and Eugene.
"You don't need her." Tara said in worry for Denise.
"No. I don't." The W man replied as he stepped closer to them, continuing to hold Denise hostage, "Back." He pointed at the pistol right at Denise's head as Rosita, Tara, Trent, Gwen and Eugene stepped away from him to stop him from doing anything to Denise, "Back."
"You're not gonna make it out there." Gwen glared at the W man as he reached exit door with Denise.
"We'll see." The W man grinned as he opened the door behind him and walked out of Rosita, Tara, Trent, Gwen and Eugene's view, making sure to take Denise with him. Upon exiting the basement, he used to keys to lock the door to prevent Rosita, Tara, Trent, Gwen and Eugene's from following him.
After Rick walked out of the room with Judith, he and his group made sure to begin final preparations before they will move out of the house into the walker infested streets. Jessie grabbed the sheet Carl had on himself and lifted it up a bit as Rick stopped in front of him and handed Judith to him. Carl took his sister from his dad and brought her closer to himself, hiding her underneath his guts and blood covered sheets.
Rick walked over to Chris and Chef who were standing close to the stairs. He stopped next to him and titled his head to look at them. He nodded his head at them, letting them know they were ready to move out without saying anything to them. Chris and Chef nodded back at him as Rick started to make his way down the stairs, his group slowly following him.
Rick stopped in front of the couch and moved it away, before stepping into the house. He walked past the walker close to the couch as his group started following him into the house. The group started to make their way towards the door to the house, walking past the walkers infesting the house as the walkers started to make their way up the stairs to the upper floor of the house where the group had left dying Deanna.
Deanna let out a weak sigh as she aimed her revolver at her, intending to end her life. She titled her head to look at the door to the room he was in, hearing how the walkers were getting closer to it. Having changed her mind, she moved her revolver away from her head and slowly got up from the bed. She started to make her way towards the door to the room, stumbling her way towards it.
She opened the door as soon as she reached it and saw the walkers walking towards her. She aimed her revolver at them and opened fire. She managed to kill at them of them, painting the white walls in their blood before her revolver eventually ran out of the bullets. As her revolver ran out of the bullets, she glared at the approaching walkers and screamed angrily at them.
The stopped on the porch upon reaching it, observing the walker infested streets in front of them. After a moment of staying in one place, the group slowly reached their hands towards each other and grabbed each other's hands, making sure they won't get split up from each other after they will walk into the streets. The group slowly headed into the streets, walking past the walkers.
"Mom." Darren quietly called out to his mom, holding hands with her and Ron, "Mom. Mom. Mom..."
The fuel truck with Daryl, Sasha, Abraham and Harold inside continued to drive along the road in the direction of Alexandria as the motorcycle with Duncan and Sanders on it continued to drive next to it ever since the group of six left the town shorty after they reunited after their less than pleasant encounter with the unknown armed people who attacked them for some reason.
The road passed without any problem ever since they hit the road. They didn't even come across a walker since they left the town. Everything changed when they took a sharp turn to the right in the middle of the road and saw a blockade of at least ten motorcycles blocking the road, preventing them from driving further. On every motorcycle sat at least one man, each being able with a machine gun. This along with the fact the unknown biker group seemed like they were waiting for them quickly made the group realize they didn't had friendly intentions towards them.
Sasha pointed at the group in front of them, "Daryl."
"Yeah." Daryl nodded, letting her know he saw it too as he slowed down the fuel truck, "I see it too."
"What in the holy shit?" Abraham asked as Daryl stopped the fuel truck in front of the unknown biker group.
"I smell trouble." Harold stated.
"You're not the only one." Sanders agreed with him, letting out a sigh.
"Why don't you come on out, join us on the road?" The man at the front of the unknown group, apparently the leader of them, asked them as he made motioned them to come out. He was leaning against his motorcycle, being the only one from his group who wasn't sitting on their vehicle right now. It only assured the group of six he must have been the leader of these people, whoever they were, "You know, if you wanna resist, try something. I mean, it's a choice, I guess. But we will end your asses, split you right in two, straight through to the sinuses. So, come on."
Having no other choice, but to comply to his demands, Daryl turned off the engine of the fuel truck as Harold, Abraham and Sasha got themselves out of the vehicle. He followed out of the vehicle as soon as he turned off the engine, the four of them now standing in front of the fuel truck. Duncan parked his motorcycle next to the fuel truck, having noticed the blockade in front of them as well and he and Sander got off it. They walked over to Daryl, Harold, Abraham and Sasha, joining them in front of the fuel truck and stared at the group in front of them questioningly.
"Yeah, that's great." The leader of the biker group nodded his head, pleased they complied to his demands, "It's going well right out of the gate. Now, step two. Hand over your weapons."
Daryl glared at the group in front of him, "Why should we?"
"Well, they're not yours." The leader responded.
"What?" Abraham asked.
"Would you care to enlighten us?" Duncan added.
"See..." The leader took one step forward, "Your weapons, your motorcycle, your truck, the fuel in your truck, if you got mints in your glove compartment, if you got porn underneath the seats, change in the seats, hell, the seats themselves, the floor mats, your maps, the little stash of emergency napkins you got there in the console, none of those things are yours anymore."
"Whose are they?" Sasha wanted to know..
Harold nodded in agreement and crossed his arms, "Excellent question."
The leader took a few steps towards them, giving the group in front of him the answer they were waiting for, "Your property now belongs to Negan..."
I watched Wednesday. To be honest I enjoyed this show more than I thought I will. I binged the entire show in two days. I'm definitely looking forward to season 2.
We're halfway through season 6. You have no idea how excited I am to write the second part of the season as we're getting closer to the introduction of our favourite baseball bat wielding man :)
Hope it wasn't that bad. See you in another chapter.