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𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

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THE entirety of the predicament we were in was severe and intense. Yet, it is the end of the world. "Holy shit." Glenn muttered. "You all right?" Rick asked Glenn. "Yeah." He answered. Rick then looked at me, and I just nodded my head signaling I was okay. "Hershel?" Rick asked. To which Hershel just stood there in silence. He then looked at Rick and nodded his head as Rick nodded his head in unison. "We need to get the hell out of here." I said looking outside to see it pitch black out.

All three of them nodded in agreement as Rick went to grab Tony's gun. He did a good ole officer pat down and found bullets to the gun. We were walking toward the front of the bar and Glenn walked over to Dave's body and picked up his handgun. Then we heard a car approaching from outside the bar. "Car. Get down." Rick said hastily as we hid by the door. Glenn was looking around nervously. I grabbed his hand and told him I loved him. "Your gonna be fine. I've got you alright." I assured him. He turned to look at me and nodded me before squeezing my hand back.

We heard the engine shut off and feet hitting the gravel. The door had closed and we heard steps making their way toward the bar. "Dave? Tony? They said over here?" Man #1 questioned. "Yeah." Another man answered. "I'm telling you man, I heard shots." Another man said frantically. "I saw roamers two streets over. Might be more around here." Man #2 informed. "It's hot. We gotta get out of here." Man #1 stated. "Dave! Tony!" Man #3 exclaimed from outside the door. "Shut up, you idiot! You wanna attract 'em? Just stick close. We're gonna find 'em." Man #1 advised.

Hershel and I looked at each other uneasily. Something was gonna go wrong, I felt it in my gut. One walked closer to the door to the point you could hear the floor boards creak beneath his feet. "Dude, he said to stay close." Man #2 scolded. "Tony." Man #3 whispered waking around the perimeter. I had my daggers in my hand ready to throw, so I could cause a diversion and we could get the hell out of here.

We had been sitting on the floor to make sure that they wouldn't see our shadows through the windows. After we heard no sudden movements being made, Rick stood up and looked out the window. He then crouched back down and crawled over to where Hershel, Glenn and I had been sitting. "Why won't they leave?" Glenn whispered. "Would you?" Rick whispered. "We can't sit here any longer. Let's head out the back and make a run to car." Rick continued whispering while suggesting an escape plan.

We all nodded and were quietly making our way to the back until we heard a gun fire. We gasped and ran back to our hiding spot. Then we heard more gunfire. "What happened?" The man outside asked another man. "Roamers, I nailed 'em." The guy answered. "They disappeared but their car's still there. I cleared those buildings. You guys get this one?" Man #2 asked. Rick looked our way as we heard their conversation. These men were gonna come in here next.

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