𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲...?

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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 back up on the roof with Rick, the sheriff, he was looking through the binoculars for a plan for us all to get out of this damned city. "That construction site, those trucks... They always keep keys on hand." he says passing the binoculars to Morales. "You'll never make it past the walkers." he frowns.

"You got me out of that tank." Rick looks at me. "They were distracted with a horse then." I answer. "Can we distract them again?" he asks. "Right. Listen to him. He's onto something. A diversion, like on "Hogan's Heroes"." Merle jumps in. "God. Give it a rest." Jacqui groans. "They're drawn by sound, right?" Rick questions.

"Might as well throw Merle onto the streets." I murmur. He hears me and once again sticks up his middle finger. I just smirk and turn back to the conversation. "Like dogs. They hear a sound, they come." Glenn says.

"What else?" he asks. "Aside from they hear you?" Morales says. "They see you, smell you and if they catch you, they eat you." "They can tell us by smell?" Rick asks. "Can't you?" Glenn questions. "They smell dead, we don't. It's pretty distinct." Andrea says. Rick leads us all... well not all, a few of us back down to the shop area and heads to the rubber gloves.

"If bad ideas were an Olympic event, this would take the gold." Glenn frowns, getting handed gloves. "He's right. Just stop, okay? Take some time to think this through." Roy pleads with Rick. "How much time? They already got through one set of doors, that glass won't hold forever." he shakes his head.

Morales and Rick rush outside and drag inside one of the dead moaners we killed earlier to let him and Glenn in. The entire group has trench coats on so we don't get any of the moaners blood on our clean clothes. He smashes a fire axe box with a crowbar and takes it.

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