"Glenn. Glenn fucking Rhee, get your ass over here," I hissed urgently, my eyes fixed on the horrifying scene playing out below us.
"What? What is it?" My boyfriend jogged across the office space we stood in and joined me at the window, his gaze following mine to the streets of Atlanta below. A massive horde of Walkers crowded the once-bustling city, their moans and growls filling the air. And among them was a lone figure on a horse, dressed in a sheriff's outfit and riding straight into the crowd.
"What the hell?" Glenn exclaimed, his face a mix of shock and confusion.
"You mean what the fuck? He must've missed that memo that Comic Con was canceled," I joked nervously, trying to lighten the mood as we both stared down at the incredible sight before us. But my laughter quickly dissipated as I watched the horse stumble and fall, sending its rider tumbling to the ground. The man struggled to fight off the relentless attackers, but it was clear he was outnumbered and outmatched.
My stomach churned at the sight of blood and violence, and I turned away from the window, covering my eyes with one hand. Glenn noticed my distress immediately and pulled me into a comforting hug, his strong arms providing some sense of safety in this chaotic world.
"Ugh, I can't believe he got himself and that poor horse killed trying to cosplay Sheriff Woody," I murmured, feeling a wave of sadness wash over me. "That really sucks."
But before we could dwell on the tragedy unfolding below us, gunshots rang out and we both turned back to watch as the man fought for his life. Against all odds, he managed to climb into an abandoned tank and fend off his attackers with remarkable skill.
"How the hell is he still alive?" I gasped in amazement.
I looked at Glenn, seeing the fierce determination in his eyes and feeling a surge of love and admiration for him. He was always the one to put others before himself, always willing to risk his own safety for the greater good.
"How is he still alive?" Glenn gasped in shock.
"We should try to help him," I suggested eagerly.
"How?" He asked, scanning our surroundings for any possible way to assist this man without risking our own safety.
"Come on, have some faith in us," I teased, but I could see worry creeping into his expression. "I'll give you some coochie."
He groaned at his joke and shook his head. "We can't just leave him in there," I argued.
"I know, but how do we even get to him?" Glenn sounded exasperated now.
It just so happened that hella people decided to join us and well now we are stuck in the city with no real way out. Gunshots from Woody down there probably didn't make it any better, but still, knowing he was alive- no way I would just abandon him like that when I'm sure we could get in contact with him or get his attention somehow.
"Actually I can try to fuck with the walkie and get on the tanks frequency. They have radios in there." He looked so excited to come up with something, his puffy cheeks filling with air as he smiled from ear to ear. He was so sweet.
"Okay, sounds like a good plan, shugga. Should we get up top or on the ground to have a better chance?" He only shrugged in response.
"Well we have nothing but time. Let's get on top so we can really see." Glenn didn't put up much of a fight with my executive decision so we started walking out the office space we were currently in to get to the top. He seemed to know where the fire escape exit was, and I followed suit, snagging a bag of Peach rings and gummy worms someone left on their desk.
Glenn heard the wrinkling and looked back at what was in my hand. "You hate candy."
"It's for the kids, duh."
Nothing else was said as we jogged to the back door and climbed the staircase all the way to the roof of the building. This building didn't really connect to anything but it was so high up compared to some of the others. Gave me the heebie jeebies. Still, I peered over the edge and squinted in between some allies to come up with a botched escape route for the man down there. I was good at coming up with those types of things on the spot.
From behind me I heard Glenn, "hey Dumbass. You in the tank. You cozy in there?"
My breath hitched as we waited for a response. Maybe he offed himself. My anxiety got the best of me and I grabbed the walkie talkie and said, "please tell me you're alive in there."
Glenn and I stared into each others eyes waiting for his response. I didn't even know this dude and I was feeling bad for him.
"Hello? Hello?" The panicked tone came over the device and immediately I smiled. I honestly felt relieved hearing him. But now it was the hard part- trying to get him out.
"Dude, you had us wondering." I responded, handing it back to Glenn so he can converse with our new survivor.
"Where are y'all? Can you see me right now?" It was definitely a southern boy coming through that radio.
"Yeah and bad news, you're surrounded by geeks, man."
"There's good news?"
We were silent as we stared over the edge of the rooftop, nothing but a group of walkers clawing on top of the tank, and the other group were still devouring that poor horse. Poor thing.
The voice came over through static again, "listen, please tell me- is there anything I can do."
My anxiety ticked up again as I thought about how he could possibly make it to us. Grabbing the walkie Instructed him to get the walker on top of the tank down and just make a run for it. "There's an alley we can meet you in to your right, like maybe two blocks, just get there."
"I dropped a bag of guns out there-"
"Forget the bag! You have to go now while they're distracted." He was silent at my response for about thirty seconds.
"Okay. I'm ready."
"We'll be there," Glenn took it back and was talking now. "We'll give you five minutes. Good luck, man."
Once he was done speaking, Glenn grabbed my hand and pulled me with him to the stairwell door. "Let's go, we have to get back down."
"Let's just take the fire escape! It'll be faster." I shouted, pulling back towards the ladder handing off the end of the building. A couple more bullets were fired from below. That was him- that crazy son of a bitch is actually getting closer!
I couldn't even lie, this had to be the most exciting day we had in a while. I was skipping ladder rungs to make it down faster. For a short girl I had some thick legs and it wasn't that easy to shimmy through the caged fire escape as fast as my skinny little boyfriend.
There was a 4x4 on the ground in the alley and I picked it up, swinging as hard as I could at a walker that was approaching from the other end of the street. When I looked back to my left Glenn had grabbed the man and was pulling him towards the ladder. Quickly, I dropped the wood and began climbing ahead of them. There were geeks hot on their trail and as soon as I got to the first platform I pulled them back so they could get up here faster.
All three of us sat huffing and puffing. The only sound was us trying to catch our breaths as the dead were growling and hissing below us. There was a sip of water left in the plastic bottle I was carrying and I handed it to Glenn. He poured a bit in his mouth and then handed it to our new friend and said, "Nice moves there Clint Eastwood, you the new sheriff. Come riding in to clean up the town?"
I couldn't even help but snort at him. I mean I always laugh at Glenn's jokes if it was gonna make him feel better.
"Yeah, what's with the outfit, sir?"
After swallowing, our sheriff Woody buddy looked down at himself with a grimace. "I was a sheriff. Sheriff Rick Grimes."
He stuck his hand out to Glenn who introduced us. "I'm Glenn, this is my girlfriend, Majesty. I smiled at Rick. He looked clean shaven and just clean in general- done to the sheriff outfit. He had bright blue eyes and cute little curls. He was a handsome guy, honestly.
While Rick extended a hand for me next, Glenn looked down and said, "oh no. We've got to go up." Following his gaze, I noticed the geeks gripping the ladder rungs and attempting to pull themselves up. Without saying much else, the three of us heading back up the ladder Glenn and I originally came from, me trying my hardest to just climb and not think about slipping at least 6 floors down.
From the top of the building we found a ledge to walk across and started traveling through the rooftops to get back to where Glenn and I came from. The department store was only a couple buildings away where the rest of the group we came with was waiting for us.
Rick was chatty as he followed suit. "Did y'all barricade that alley?"
We laughed at the idea of us doing some shit like that. Glenn answered, "no. Somebody did when the city got overrun. Comes in handy at least."
"Why'd y'all save me from that tank?"
My turn this time, "we weren't going to just let you die. Plus, I'd hope that if one of us were stuck someone would have the decency to at least try and help Glenn or I get back to each other."
Glenn stopped as we got to our destination and opened the roof top trap door. Before he went down he said, "she promised me a gift if I got you out alive."
I can't even help but chuckle and roll my eyes at his unwanted honesty but stayed shut as I made my way down this next ladder. We made it through another empty office space and out the door to another alley. Glenn messed with the frequency of the walkie talkie and said into it, "four geeks in the alley. We're back and we have a friend."
The three of us waited until other members of our group busted through the alley door in riot gear to take care of the ones blocking our path silently and quickly with bats and sheer force. I tapped Rick with my knuckles and motioned for him to run along with Glenn and I into the store.
As soon as we got into the back room where everyone was waiting, we met our people. Andrea, Morales, T, and Jacqui. Not exactly the best group Glenn and I could come up with but they were the ones who wanted to come. T-dog was a good friend of Glenn's- from over Xbox or something I think. He was the one who got us out of Atlanta and probably the nicest person I know. Morales was the only other Hispanic person in the camp we stayed with, and it was a good comfort for me to be able to relate to him and his family in that way. Jacqui was just a little older black grandma- she gave off the best vibes and just reminded me so much of my momma.
Then there was Andrea. Andrea was a tricky one even though her sister was my closest friend, I didn't like her. And as soon as we got face to face with her, she grabbed Rick by his collar and threw him into some boxes, waving a gun in his face.
"What the fuck?" I shouted, "what the hell are you doing?"
"Just chill out, Andrea," Morales, our makeshift leader right now tried to get this crazy girl to relax but she didn't budge.
"We're dead because of this stupid asshole," she grunted out, her blue eyes locked onto Rick's and were full of rage.
"Leave him alone, Puta Loca," I grabbed at her arm and yanked on it so the gun was at least out of Rick's face. This was no way to treat new survivors ?!
She jerked her arm back, "don't fucking touch me!"
"You're not going to shoot him, so get the hell out of his face." Something about the overly dramatic and cynical Andrea just really rubbed me the wrong way. Even though everyone knew she wouldn't shoot him, just because I said she wouldn't, Andrea side eyed me and kept aiming right at Rick. The seven of us stood there without moving until she backed off and put the gun away.
"We're dead, all of us. Because of you." Andrea mumbled with a grimace. She was on the verge of tears.
With true cluelessness, Rick got himself up and shook his head. "I don't understand."
"She's referring to your irresponsible use of your gun." I say and only a second later, Morales grabs him by his arm and leads him to the storefront. "How do you expect us to survive in here if every Walker for miles heard you shooting up the street."
"You just rang the dinner bell," Andrea says and I look up to the glass doors and see walkers, thousands of walkers just banging on the doors. Holy shit.
"They have rocks in their hands!" I shout and everybody starts backing up. Glenn grabbed my hand and squeezed until it hurt. I squeezed back and let go to lean on the counter. This day is just getting worse and worse.
"Listen, he has no choice. He was stuck in the street completely surrounded. We just have to deal with this now," I tried to give Rick some consolidation with my words, even throwing him a smile. It was my choice to save him and I have to stick beside him.
"What the hell were you doing out in the street?" Someone asked and Rick's response actually made my jaw drop. Okay maybe I should regret my decision just a teensy bit.
"I was trying to flag a helicopter."
Morales looked at me with brows so high they were touching his hairline. "You chose to save this gringo loco, huh?"
"You were probably just chasing a hallucination, ain't no helicopters out here."
"I saw it," Rick insisted with a straight face and straightforward tone. Everyone shared a look but left it at that. Did I really save a crazy guy? I genuinely hope not. That is me, though- seeing the best in everyone.
As if we weren't just shitting on Rick for shooting in the street to save his life, multiple sniper rifle bullets started being shot off from right above us. I almost forgot about about the other crazy fucker that came with us today. Merle Dixon. Him and his brother were definitely the outcasts of the group we had back home. No one really talked to them beside who they talked to- and me.
Let's just say I knew a couple things about being poor and left out. Still, I didn't necessarily like Merle because of his short tempered and crazy ways.
You guys left Dixon up there with a gun?" I yelled and began running to the staircase so we could get up there and stop his crazy ass. Everyone else follows up behind me and I'm greeted with the sight of his over excited, bald, biker vest with a sleeveless shirt wearing redneck ass playing Call of Duty from the rooftop.
"Hey, Dixon, are you crazy?" Morales barked out at Merle who only gave a chuckle in response. Out of all the people, I definitely don't know why we allowed Merle to come with us here because we all know he's got some problems.
"HEY! Yall best be more polite to a man with a gun!" He shouts, jumping down from the roof's ledge, "only common sense."
I couldn't do anything but grab my temples and shake my head. I don't know if my nerves can take this any longer. To make matters worse, T charged over to start trouble with Merle. A man. With a gun.
"Hey bad enough I've got this taco-bender in my ass all day, now I'm gon take orders from you? That'll be the day." Merle protests are fueled by racism. Morales being Mexican and T being black. It's not easy to ignore that kind of shit, even if we were in the south. While I really hated how racist he could be- I seriously doubt he lacked the intelligence to come up with any other insults. Only way I even got to talk to him was by calling him and his younger brother some stereotypical racist shit and I guess he liked it.
"That'll be the day? You got something you wanna tell me?" T pressed Merle, seriously pushing his luck trying to test him. One thing about that man was he had balls.
I tried to shove myself between them shouting, "T, leave it alone. Merle, fucking relax. We need to worry about getting out of here." T was fuming, I could see it in his eyes and Merle had a crooked smile on his thin lips. He was just waiting for the chance to fight.
"That'll be the day I take orders from a nigger."
In an instant Glenn grabs me by the wait and pulls me out of the way of T-dog swinging at Merle. He misses, giving Merle the chance to smash the back of the gun on his face and follow it up with a punch. Rick runs in to stop the fight but gets hit with a hook that literally sends him flying.
There were many protests, but Merle just kept beating the shit out of T, slamming his head onto a pipe and leaving him writhing on the ground. I legitimately thought he was going to kill him. Merle stopped and surveyed the group of us standing there in distress and for some reason he just stopped beating on T.
"Alright, we're gonna have ourselves a little pow wow, huh?" Merle stood up, all smiles. There was no way he was just tweaking out like this for no reason. "Let's talk about who's in charge. I vote me! Anybody else democracy time y'all. Show of hands, huh? All in favor?"
While Merle talks, he keeps the gun trained the rest of as Andrea, Jacqui, and I grab T from off the ground and pull him closer towards the rest of us. He had a little bloody nose and a big ole bruise sitting on his cheekbone. Morales and Andrea raised their hands, and Glenn grabbed my free hand to lift ours up. Whatever we could do to avoid this crazy motherfucker from continuing to go off the rails. I don't think I'd ever seen him physically attack anyone before but then again he was defending himself. Now he was drunk off the power.
While Merle taunts us, Rick, who I totally forgot about, hits him with the rifle Merle had dropped and swiftly handcuffs him to a pipe. He picks Merle up by his collar and starts searching him. Guess he wasn't lying about being the damn Sheriff.
"Who the hell are you man!?" Merle bellowed out.
"Officer friendly."
"Look here Merle, things are different now. There are no niggers anymore." He says with disgust laced all within his tone. "No dumb ass shit white inbred fools either. Just us and the dead. Only way we're going to survive is if we stick together." I actually liked Rick's speech. I knew I made the right choice.
Merle didn't like it too much, only giving him a, "screw you, man." In return.
"I see you got a habit of missing the point."
"Yeah? Well screw you twice."
Rick repeats after Merle, "you ought to be nice to a man with a gun. Only common sense." He puts the gun to Merle's temple, his eyes begging for a serious response from the man.
"You wouldn't. You're a cop."
Rick gets real serious and his tone gets dead pan. "All I am anymore, is a man looking for his wife and son. Anyone getting in the way of that is going to lose." Rick keeps doing the cop thing of searching Merle until he pulls out a baggie of white stuff and tossing it straight off the edge. Merle begins yelling and screaming like a baby and Rick walks off with Morales trailing him.
At least things were a bit calmer and nobody was getting beat up. I separated myself from the rest and looked over the balcony at the overwhelming sight of geeks just waiting for us in the streets. I sighed. This didn't seem real.
I feel thin arms snake around me and immediately shrink back into the firm chest of what I knew was Glenn. "You stressing over here?" He knew me so well.
I just nodded and sighed in response. "How can we get out of this,
Glenn spins my body so I have to look in his eyes. His face makes me feel safe and reassured with little effort. "Don't stress about it. If we can, we'll find a way."
We share a small kiss and I just lay my head on his shoulder so I can daydream of literally anything other than being stuck on a rooftop in hot Atlanta summer weather while a horde of things that will do anything to kill us had us surrounded.
"Hey Majesty!" I look up, "check the alley, you see any manhole covers?" Without much protest I push away and run to the other side of the roof and look down to the alley. Nothing but monsters down there. I give a small head shake and slump down against the ledge.
Jacqui looks to Rick and Morales and actually gives a good take, "there may not be any potholes down there but old buildings like this -built in the twenties- they often had drainage tunnels into the sewers in case of a flood. In the sub basement."
Glenn looked perplexed. "How do you know that?"
"It was my job. I worked in the city zoning office." Well thank our lucky stars. That's better than I could ever do, I can say that.
The group started going down to the basement, leaving T-dog to keep playing with our radio as if we could get in touch from the refugee camp from here, Merle handcuffed to the pipe, and I decided to stay behind just to watch the two. There was a peaceful- at least on my end- silence between the three of us.
"Hey sweet cheeks, I know you got a thing for the chink but why don't you just do me a favor and get me out these handcuffs. I'll show you what it's like to be with a real man."
I all but gagged at the idea of me laying up with Merle Dixon. "Don't freak me out."
"You got to want me or baby brother. Ain't no way China man letting you be out here washing our clothes and bringing us dinner for nothing."
I roll my eyes. Glenn knew I loved the shit out of him, no matter how friendly I was he never felt threatened in his position in my life and that was why we were so strong in the way that we were. "Do me a favor and don't try to make my kindness a weakness. I'm just trying to help you and Daryl out. But clearly you prefer to be the outcast."
"Just ignore him," T-dog interjected. "He's an idiot."
"Don't start bickering, please!" I said firmly. That's the last thing I need to be hearing now.
"Why don't you tell your friend here to shut the hell up before I beat him again. Think I can't do it one handed?"
"I'd like to see you try, motherfucker."
I threw my hands up in defeat and got up. "I'm going downstairs." I took the long staircase down the first floor where Andrea and Rick were talking amongst themselves. I nodded at them and walked through the aisles. This store had a little bit of everything, being a small tourist-like storefront. I tried hard to remember the little things people had requested of me.
I glanced over at an anime style shirt, briefly thinking of my brother who was obsessed. It killed me not knowing where he or my mother was. I mean all of my family, really. I was grateful to have Glenn but I wish we had been in a better position to actually get a hold of his sisters or my brothers before they cut off all the service in the landlines and cell phones. Now all I could do was hope to replace that feeling of caring for family with the strangers I was living in the woods with.
The newest stranger, Rick, comes up next to me and stands silently at my side. "I don't know if I thanked you yet. I really can't think of the right words to thank you for saving my life."
I smiled at him, "As long as you can find a way to get us out of here. I think that would be a good way to start."
"I have to get out of here. I have to find my wife. My son. They've got to be out there somewhere." His eyes traveled to the undead banging on the door keeping them out. There was sadness in them, for sure, but I could see a twinkle of hope and longing.
"I wish you the best of luck with that. I really do." I sighed and grabbed at a comic book next. Rick was watching me and for some reason I felt the need to explain. "There's a lot of kids at the camp. They get bored. I try to take care of them."
Before he could respond, glass shattered, making us jump. The geeks had broken through the glass door and were now banging on the second door that did not look like they were going to hold up for much longer. Glenn, Jacqui, and Morales joined us and did not look like they had anything pleasant to share.
"Please tell me ya'll found something down there," Rick pleaded.
"Not a way out," Glenn shook his head and moved to grab onto me.
"We have to at least push these racks to slow them down or something." I suggested, immediately moving to do just that.
"I am not getting close to that door," Andrea shook her head and jogged off to go back upstairs. I just rolled my eyes at her and sent a wide eyed look at the men left standing behind me. They began helping with the weak barricade and when we had got enough blocking the dead, we ran right up the steps with more haste than we had all day.
I was back to sitting and feeling nothing but hopeless on this roof. As much as I knew this city and these buildings I was absolutely stumped. The rest of our scavenging group was peering over the edge but I couldn't keep doing that unless I wanted to have an anxiety attack.
Finally Rick spoke up louder for everyone to hear, "I have an idea. If what yall are telling me is right- we just have to smell like them."
"How are we going to do that?"
Not even a couple minutes later we were out in the alley grabbing one of the actually dead undead and bringing them back into that basement area, now equipped with long white shirts and gloves we found from out that store. I couldn't even believe what these people were thinking of doing right now.
Like he was reading my mind, Glenn groaned out, "If bad ideas were an Olympic event, this would take the gold."
"We don't have much time, this is the best idea we've gotten so far. That glass won't hold forever." The man with the plan himself, Rick Grimes was handing out the gloves and coats we would be needing for his great idea. He also took it upon himself to break open the fire ax glass and started tossing it in his hands. We all stood around him staring at how crazy and disgusting this was absolutely going to be.
To say I was squeezing the life out of Glenn's hand was actually an understatement. We both were not really equipped with the stomachs to handle the smell and sight or Rick chopping up a dead body that had come back to life and was killed again. I shuddered at the sight of him. Rick lifted up and I winced, squeezing my eyes shut waiting for that gushing welch sound I knew was going to happen.
I peek my eyes open when I notice that none of those things ever happens. Rick takes off his mask and drops it along with the axe, kneelinlg down next to the walker. He goes in his pockets, kind of like he did Merle-maybe it's a cop thing- and takes out his wallet.
"Wayne Dunlap," Rick says, looking at his ID. "Georgia license. Born in 1979. He had twenty eight dollars in his pocket when he died and a picture of a pretty girl. 'With love, from Rachel.' He used to be like us; worrying about bills and who's gonna win the Super Bowl. If I ever find my family I'm gonna tell them about Wayne." He finishes his monologue, handing us the Id to appreciate what was going on I guess? and is about to dig in until Glenn says something, "one more thing; he was an organ donor."
That just doesn't make me feel any better. There was a squelch as Rick swung the axe down and cut into Wayne, a wave of winces and groans following from the rest of us. Even as I covered my mouth and nose- I knew my lunch was about to come up.
The stench of his decaying guts and skin combined with the blood and body parts being smeared all over the floor was too much for me to handle. I whimpered slightly before my body convulsed with a dry heave and I ran to throw up in the corner. There was a continuous sound of moisture and wetness that filled the room that was just fueling my stomach to keep emptying itself.
"Everybody needs to just think of something else," I heard Rick for a second over my throwing up. "Like puppies and kittens."
"Dead puppies and kittens," T says. That was enough for Glenn to run and join me in vomiting all over the floor. To be fair he and Rick were the ones getting covered in intestines. They were going to try to mask their smell and walk right in the horde to get cars and escape. The thought made a shiver run down my spine. We had no idea if this was going to work. It was literally just a shot in the dark. That idea put me in a trance as I just pictured Glenn getting torn apart for following behind Rick's plan.
I bent down and held my breath as I started covering myself in the blood and guts too. There was confusion ridden in everyones' brows at my actions.
"Babe, what are you doing?" Glenn grabbed my arm to stop me but I yanked it away to continue. "You will literally have a panic attack."
"You're not going out there without me. I won't watch you get torn to pieces alone." Rick locked eyes with me and gave me a small nod, handing me the pipe he was holding earlier. I dried my hand on my shirt and took it, allowing everyone else to put some more guts on me. Holy shit.
"Do we smell like them," Rick asks, earning a wave of disgusted nods in response. "We make it back, be ready."
"What about Merle Dixon?" Rick hands T the handcuff key from inside his pocket and we all stand around silently. It's easier to think about than to do.
"Let's just test this shit out first, with the ones in the alley," I suggest,
Rick nods at me, "Good idea."
Andrea walks over to the door and grips the knob. Before we go out Morales stops me and pats my head, "esa segura, mi amor."
"That's all I can hope to do." I give a weak and unenthusatic smile. He was literally like an older brother or uncle by this point. I really didn't know if I was about to die and that was more than scary- my heart was pounding so fast I couldn't even feel my chest. I turned to the group, "If yall get out and we dont- just make sure to tell everyone that we did this crazy bad ass shit all thanks to this crazy fucker here."
There were sad looks all around so I turned away and faced Glenn. I needed something hopeful. "Hey, I love you so fucking much, Okay? You are literally my everything and we will find each other if anything goes bad out there, okay?"
He planted a big kiss on my forehead and sighed. "I love you too."
I glanced at Rick who was staring at us with a blank look. I felt bad knowing he was a stranger and probably felt expendable compared to everyone else here. "Be safe and quick out there, okay? I need bragging rights for whenever we find your family."
Rick laughed and smiled solemnly in response and then we were all ready. He gave Andrea a nod and she swung open the door for us to slowly shuffle out of. The three of was slepped slowly, shuffling and limping like we had seen the other walks. Rick had an ace, I had a pipe, and Glenn had a bat- just in case.
My heart sank as we approached the other dead ones and they got close to sniff us…and completely let us walk by. That sinking feeling didn't go away as we crawled under the bus barricade and were now full on in the middle of the horde. I stayed right under Glenn following in his every footstep.
Things were going so slow, my chest was hurting from the way my heart was pounding. The last thing I needed was to have some sort of anxiety attack right now so instead of focusing on the situation I focused on my breathing and reached forward to grab Glenn's hand, letting him guide me and make me feel safe. It felt like we were so far- even though the construction site we were heading for was right ahead of us.
Thunder came from the sky above us, and it took everything in my power not to look up at the clouds. On my hair and skin I started feeling little patters of wetness. There was no way it was raining right now. As if he heard my breathing hitch, Glenn gave my hand a squeeze of comfort but the way more of these things were looking and getting close to us was in my head way more than any comfort he could give me.
It was a full on steady rain now, I could see the guts washing right off of me. With one final deep breath I let go of Glenn and used two hands to grip onto the pipe in my other hand. "Is the smell washing off?" I tried to whisper.
"No, we're fine. Keep going," Rick said firmly but I noticed him picking up the pace as more geeks came close to him. At the sound of his voice, one roared and tried to charge at him but Rick was quick to react with an axe right in his face. "Okay, nevermind- Run!"
"Majesty!" Glenn shouted, pushing me forward so I could get a boost. The adrenaline was enough for me to just completely take off. There were only a few feet and a couple more dead in front of us and we were making quick work of them. I kept hearing Glenn whimper as he sprinted and it was just fueling my fire to make sure we both got the fuck out of there.
At the gate, we threw our weapons over and jumped onto the fence, my only senses that were working was my sight and hearing. I saw the truck ahead and heard the clanging of metal being drowned out by the group of moans coming from the things trying to eat us. The boys were over first but Glenn made sure to pull me over the top and onto the ground with a hard thud. I didn't care or even feel it. As long as something was between us and those geeks. The three of us stripped off the shirts and Glenn and I sprinted to a box of keys where we grabbed literally all of them. Rick was providing the cover fire we needed as those things literally climbed the fence to get at us. I had never seen anything like it.
"Rick! I called for him as Glenn opened the only truck that was available and we piled in in the inside with the dead hot on our trails Without a second thought Rick pulled off, did u-turn and gpt us the fuck out of dodge.
"How are we goign to get the others out?" Glenn scrambled out in between his panicked tone. I couldn't say much because my heart was drowning out the sound of everything else. I was trying hard to keep it together but my anxiety was through the roof.
"Call your friends- tell them to get to the roll up doors on the side of the store. You need to make a distraction so I can pull up and get them in the back of the truck."
"How the hell am I going to do that?"
"Noise!"
Rick pulled over next to a red Porsche that was just parked on the side of the road. While Glenn was on the radio he busted the window and an alarm started blaring. This was the riskiest shit I had even done since this whole outbreak started. All because of Rick Grimes. He opened the door and started it with a screwdriver - how? I had no idea. Must be some cop shit.
Glenn hops in the driver's seat and I get in the passenger. He drives through the empty roads like a man man, drifting and turning with no care in the world. I looked over at his cute little face and noticed how focused he was in the tension all in his brows. He was in his element and I loved it.
We drove onto the street where the horde was and parked, waiting for them to flood our car. Glenn backed up and turned and just kept getting the horde to follow the sound of the car. He was driving like a fucking pro and it was so hot.
"All those years of driving in need for speed paid off, huh?!" I shouted excitedly at him, causing him to smile from ear to ear and keep turning and circling the car until he was able to sped off down the street with them mindlessly following
"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" I yell while laughing. We fucking made it. I stand outside of the sunroof when we get on the empty road, Glenn and I both screaming and cheering. Ironically, This is the life.