Weeks before the global outbreak:
King County, 1:30 p.m.
"What's the difference between man and woman?" I asked my friend as we both ate some fries with hamburgers bought from our usual fast food when were in our lunch breaks from Sherriff duty.
Shane chuckled as he leaned his head backwards —against the car's chair— and kept chewing some fries. After he swallowed he looked back at me and replied.
"That's a joke?" he asked.
"No, seriously." I retorted as I grabbed a napkin and cleaned my lips with it; I then look to the front of the car— the outside, waiting for his answer.
I was looking to distract myself; today wasn't my best day and Shane was good at making me laugh most of the time with his crazy anecdotes.
"Never met a woman who knew how to turn off the lights. They're born to only leave the switch one way; on." Shane replied as a clear tone of sarcasm was suggested on his tone of voice.
I chuckled at his unbelievable comment. This must certainly mean another anecdote based on the girl Shane is hanging out with. He always has something to say.
"You have no idea how hard is to deal with this girl. My job —apparently— is to turn off every single light this chick left on every time I come back home." Shane continued.
"Is that right?" I asked him while glancing at him.
"Yeah, baby. (looks at me and laughs) Oh, boy, and then she'll bitch about-uh global warming (places his left arm outside of the already opened car side window). That's when my other side wants to go out and tell her: Well, maybe you and every other pair of boobs on this planet just figure out that the light switch —you see— goes both ways, maybe we wouldn't have so much global warming."
"You say that?" I asked I gave him a quick glace and continued chewing the remnants of food from my mouth.
"Yeah... the polite version." He chuckles.
We looked at each other and I saw him smirk, I chuckled as I grabbed another pair of fries and ate it.
"Still, man. You would not believe the face she makes after that. (laughs) And then, she argues back at me saying: You sound just like my damn father. Always arguing about the power bills. Always telling me to turn off the lights." Shane said the last part as he dramatized her voice.
"And what do you say to that?" I asked him as I lifted my eyebrow and waited for his answer.
"You know what I want to say... I am like: Bitch, you mean to tell me that you've been hearing this your entire and you are still too damn stupid enough to learn how to turn off a switch?" he paused and looked at me in disbelief.
"But I don't say that. I go for the polite version there too." Shane continues as he grabs some fries and eats them.
"Wise, very wise." I emphasize with a chuckle.
"Yes, sir." He replies as we both laughed.
After a few seconds, however, we both went silent, as if Shane was about ask something serious. I knew he had realized I wasn't doing as great, so it didn't surprised me he wanted to make sure how I was doing.
"So, how's with Lori, man?" he asked as he glanced at me with a serious, yet empathetic gaze.
As he made the question I tightened my jaw, unsure of what to say. I kept looking outside of the car, not wanting to look back at him.
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RICK GRIMES || "Courageous"
FanfictionRick Grimes woke up alone. He found himself in the hospital without his family and without anyone. He was weak, scared, and hungry. His only wishes were to understand what happened with the outside world and to know where his wife Lori and Carl wer...
