Are we really living?//TWD

FORTY

Have yall read the Duplicity update?? Shit's crazy. And uh buckle up it's a long one.

TW: mentions of self harm

"I know this sounds insane, but this is an insane world. We have to come for them before they come for us. It's that simple" Ricks voice yells over the snarling of the walkers.

"This is where it all starts tomorrow. Tobin gets in the truck" Rick says pointing to the vehicle. "Opens the exit and we're off. He hops out, catches up with his team at red staying on the west side of the road." Rick gives us instructions.

"Daryl gets on his bike-" Rick says then rumbling stops him, and turns his head towards the noise.

"You see that?" Sasha points to the cliff on the other side. Half of the stone came off, and the truck falls down making all the walkers go to the noise.

"Hot damn" I say under my breath, gripping my machete.

"It's open! We got to do this now! We're doing this now!" Rick yells and I crack my neck, and roll my shoulder blades back.

"Tobin's group, get moving, go!" Rick yells out, he looks kind of hot in charge like this.

"No, Rick, we're not ready" Carter yells at Rick. Do you wanna fucking die? No? Then I suggest you listen to him.

"Sasha! Abraham!" Rick yells completely ignoring him.

"Damn straight, we'll do it live" Abraham yells while hurrying into the small beat up red car.

"You meet Daryl at red. Let him take them through the gauntlet." Rick yells to Sasha as she's heading for the driver's seat.

"Yeah, we meet at red." Sasha says out loud. She better be okay, through this mess.

"Go!" Ricks yells while, I tie up my hair into a ponytail, and I recount all my guns in my head.

I better be okay, after all this. I better be able to go back and kiss Judith goodnight, I better be able to tell Carl my stories, and I better fucking be okay enough to stay by Daryl's side.

I look over at the red car, and at Abraham, I blow him a kiss with a smirk and he catches it then places it in his cheek, smiling at me then Sasha speeds off.

"You ready, Scud?" Daryl asks out to me, aiming his crossbow at the snarling walkers.

"Ready enough" I say gripping the rosary on my neck, that Glenn gave me. I was never really religious but right now, I'm putting all my faith into it.

"They're heading for home. We don't have a choice. Get ready to hit the flares." He says and I load up my flare gun.

"Now!" Ricks yells at the top of his lungs, I aim for the sky shooting them up as well as others.

Walkers are literally getting torn apart while trying to get to us. "Tobin, hit the truck!" Rick screams and he moves the truck letting the walkers cone to us.

Daryl shoots an arrow, while I start slice off, their heads off their necks. Oh boy, I'm going to be covered in blood by the end of this day.

The night Reg died:

I can't breath.

Frankie's death keeps playing over and over in my head. Me pulling the trigger, I witnessed my 8 month baby's head being bashed into the pavement, that man people call 'Simon' letting me live and to suffer.

'You should've died with them' a voice whispers, and I shake my head.

'Once you die, you won't be a problem anymore' another says and I rub my hands down my face, but I still have Reg's died blood clinging to my skin on my hands.