succumb - glenn rhee

[TWENTY-SIX] asshole's from philly

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX// ASSHOLE'S FROM PHILLY
"YOU KNOW,
I'VE HEARD NEBRASKA'S NICE."

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

The group of four were immediately on edge as the two men walked further into the building. Glenn and Jade moved closer to one another, their hands subconsciously finding one another's. The taller man sat down at the table closest to the bar, while the other sat on a stool.

"I'm Dave. That scrawny-looking douche bag there is Tony." The taller man introduced, joking at the other man's weight.   

"Eat me, Dave." Tony remarked.

"Hey, maybe someday I will." Dave joked, smiling up at Rick as the Grimes poured Dave and Tony each a glass. "We met on I-95 coming out of Philly. Damn shit-show that was."

"I'm Glenn. It's nice to meet some new people." Glenn spoke up, smiling and nodding at the two men with innocence.

"Rick Grimes."

"Jade." The Horvath spoke shortly, not trusting the two men in the slightest.

"How about you, pal? Havin' one?" Dave questioned Hershel.

"I just quit." Hershel spoke, trying his best to not slur his words.

"You've got a unique sense of timing, my friend." Dave teased.

"His name's Hershel. He lost people today, a lot of them." Rick explained, looking to Hershel with a nod.

"I'm truly sorry to hear that. To better days and new friends. And to our dead- may they be in a better place." Dave toasted, raising his glass with Rick, Glenn, and Tony.

Hershel looked back at Jade with a weary expression, thinking maybe she was getting the same vibe as he was from the two men. The brunette had only touched the glass given to her by Rick in order to slide it away from her.

As Dave leaned over, placing his glass on the side of the table, his weapon was more visible, drawing the attention of Rick. "Ah. Not bad, huh? I got it off a cop." Dave spoke.

"I'm a cop." Rick stated.

"This one was already dead." He replied with a short laugh.

"You guys are pretty far from Philadelphia. Why are you guys here?" Jade spoke up.

"Feels like we're a long way from anywhere." Dave joked. "But, I can tell you it wasn't the weather that brought us here. I must've dropped thirty pounds in sweat alone down here."

"I wish." Tony muttered.

"No, first it was D.C., heard there might be some kind of refugee camp, but the roads were so jammed, we never even got close. We decided to get off the highways, into the sticks, keep hauling ass. Every group we came across had a new rumor about a way out of this thing." He explained, looking across to Tony with a nod.

"One guy told us there was the Coast Guard sitting in the Gulf, sending ferries to the islands." Tony included, making eye contact with Jade.

"The latest was a rail yard in Montgomery running trains to the middle of the country- Kansas, Nebraska."

"Nebraska?" Glenn questioned in confusion.

"Low population, lots of guns." Tony explained.

"Makes sense." The Korean mumbled.

"You ever been to Nebraska, kid? There's a reason they call 'em flyover states." Dave remarked, earning a laugh from Tony. "How about you guys?"

"Fort Benning, eventually." Rick answered with a nod, looking down to his glass.