EPISODE SEVEN "taking it like a champ" SEASON 6 DAY 650
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
GREY KINGSTON
the van has been stop and go for hours. it almost feels like we've been driving in circles. either that, or we're on the coast of virginia by now. the point is, we could be anywhere.
the sun is no longer shining through the bullet holes, hasn't been for awhile.
we come to a stop, our whispered conversations silencing quickly. i feel my heart rate quicken the way it does every time we stop.
the driver and passenger doors open and are slammed shut, their footsteps are heard outside.
"peak out." i whisper to glenn who's sitting closest to the doors. "can you see anything?"
he peers out one of the bullet holes, shaking his head, "nah, it's too dark."
daryl grunts uncomfortably as he leans back against the wall of the van.
"can i take a look?" i ask, scooting closer to him.
"you can't see shit, it's practically pitch black in here."
"i'll be able to see how bad it is." i say, slowly removing the blanket from his arm.
i squint my eyes as i look at the bullet wound. blood is everywhere, fresh and dried.
"there's an exit wound, that's good. we just need—" i quiet myself as i look up at his face. his head is turned to the side, jaw tight, and his breathing is harsh.
it doesn't matter what we need to help his wound, we've been trapped in a van and who knows if we'll even make it home.
i softly pull the blanket over his arm again.
"i'm sorry." i whisper.
he looks at me through the pieces of hair that have fallen over his eyes, "i should've killed him. i just should've killed him."
the sound of long, eerie whistle tones outside cut daryl and i's conversation short. it's the creepiest sound i've ever heard, i'm sure of it.
the five of us freeze in our current sitting positions. suddenly, light is shining through the bullet holes again and glenn quickly looks outside.
"what is it?" michonne whispers.
"glenn!" rosita impatiently awaits his response.
"th—there's tons of saviors. gotta be a hundred of 'em. and there's big lights—eugene! is that eugene?"
"what?" rosita asks, quickly moving to look out one of the holes too.
