"We're dead, all of us, because of you." She glared at me, tears of anger and hopelessness flooding her eyes.
"I don't understand..." I retorted totally unaware of the situation we are in.
"Look, we came to scavenge supplies and go back to our camp. (he began) You know what the key to scavenging is? (he continued as he pulled me to another room; the front room of the store). Surviving. You know what the key to surviving is? Sneaking in and out. Not going through the whole city firing a gun." Morales said as he released his grip from me and pointed at the crystal doors at the entrance. It was full with Walkers hitting them and trying to enter.
I gulped as I realized the gravity of the situation. We need to get the hell out of this place as soon as possible.
"When you fired that gun you called each and every one of those things and led them to where we are." T-Dog said.
"Get the picture now, Sherriff?" Morales commented in a sarcastic tone.
I could perceive their aggressiveness and desperation due to this situation. It was all my fault. I had to help them get out of this mess one way or another. I looked at Glenn who was the only one who didn't gave me a cold look, rather an empathetic one as I thought of a response.
"T, can you call the others? Those doors won't hold on long enough." Morales asked him.
The dark-skinned guy from before took out a walky-talky and tried to communicate with someone, I assume there were people from the refugee.
"Others? The refugee center?" I quickly asked; my heart tightened at the thought that I could be near my family, however, it changed with the response I received in return.
"There's no refugee center. It's our camp. Right on the outsides of the city. We've been surviving by scavenging once a while since everything started." Glenn explained.
T-Dog groaned in exasperation interrupting us; we could only hear static coming from the radio.
"I've got no signal." He said.
They all sighed in exasperation.
"What were you doing out there either way?" the blonde from before, Andrea, asked as she looked back at me; the rest did too.
"I was following the helicopter." I began.
"Helicopter? What helicopter?" Morales asked in confusion and surprise.
"It must have been product of your imagination. It is common to hallucinate when we are in shock." Jacqui, the dark-skinned female from before replied to me.
I denied with my head. I knew I wasn't crazy; I had seen the helicopter, it was real. Their responses really stressed me out.
"I saw it, it was real." I retorted.
They glanced at me and then at each other. I knew they didn't believe, but I was being honest about it.
Maybe their disbelief had to do with the fact that they've spent so much time dealing with this new cruel reality that it was hard for them to keep hope that there were others out there, not only survivors.
"Lori, Carl... Please be okay..." I thought as my hope tried to fade, but I didn't let it.
Before I could say anything else, however, a gunshot was heard. It was definitely coming from the rooftop of this building.
"Oh, no. Was that Dixon?" Jacqui, the dark-skinned female asked.
I noticed how all of them were both angry and afraid at the name Jacqui had just pronounced.
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RICK GRIMES || "Courageous"
FanficRick 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...
