━━━━ ·˚ ༘ ❝ A P O L L O ❞
⤷ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅
the archer, far shooting with a silver bow. the god of healing who taught man medicine. the god of light. the god of truth, who can not speak a lie. and with his chariot and f...
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𝙊𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙀, Rick and Morales rejoin with the group. Andrea and Jacqui are looking over the edge of the roof at the walkers on the ground. "My God, it's like Times Square down there," Andrea mumbled, not taking her eyes off of the flesh eating monsters. Ollie scratched the back of his neck as he looked away from Merle nervously after catching his glare.
T-Dog sat leaning again the edge of the roof, radio in his hand, all he heard was static. "How's that signal?" Morales asked, leaning towards T-Dog in wait of an answer. T-Dog squinted from the harsh sunlight as he looked up at Morales. "Like Dixon's brain... Weak," T-Dog gave Merle a rigid glare before motion for Morales to listen to the static emitting from the radio. Merle slowly raised his middle finger towards T-Dog. "Keep trying," Morales ordered.
Andrea looked at Morales like he was crazy, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. "Why? There's nothing they can do. Not a damn thing," she insisted. And like before, the queasy feeling in Ollie stomach returned.
Andrea stormed away from the edge of the roof and closer to Jacqui and Merle. Morales turned to Rick and Ollie. "Got some people outside the city is all. There's no refugee center. That's a pipe dream," he informed to two, who unlike the rest of the group, were not in the loop.
"Then she's right. We're on our own. It's up to us to find a way out," Rick agreed. "Good luck with that. These streets ain't safe in this part of town from what I hear," Merle started, before turning towards Andrea who was digging in her bag, "Ain't that right, sugar tits? Hey, honey bunch, what say you get me out of these cuffs, we go off somewhere and bump some uglies? Gonna die anyway."
No one paid attention to Merle and his antics and Andrea left him with a scoff and a mumbled decline. "I'd rather," she grunted, leaving Merle to roll his eyes at her response.
