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The apocalypse wasn't easy for anyone. Maybe some knew how to survive more so...
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“You’re, Jenny?” Jenny turned and found Glenn beside her.
Jenny nodded and held out her hand for him to shake, “That’s me. And you’re Glenn.” She smiled and Glenn nodded, shaking her hand
“My Gosh, it's like Times Square down there.” Andrea breathed out. Looking over the ledge Jenny nodded in agreement. The smell of rotted flesh wafted up towards them and Jenny wrinkled her nose. She had seen Times Square before, and the crowds were indeed similar, only the crowds in time square were alive, and not looking for their next human victim.
“How's that signal?” Morales asked.
“Like Dixon's brain… Weak.” T-Dog grunted.
“Keep trying.” Dean spoke. If there was hope of any camp out there he’d take his chances. He had seen Sam and Jenny killed more than once in their chaotic life, and now he needed a safe place for them. The longer they were on the road, the more guilt seeped into his conscience.
“Why?” Andrea spoke up, “There's nothing they can do. Not a d*** thing.” She muttered, disheartened.
“Got some people outside the city is all. There's no refugee center. That's a pipe dream.” Morales told Rick, the sheriff.
“Then she's right. We're on our own. It's up to us to find a way out.” Rick as Sam leaned over the edge. He didn’t like their chances, Dean was beside him in seconds, looking mournfully down at the Impala sounded by the dead.
“Good luck with that. These streets ain't safe in this part of town from what I hear.” Merle spoke up. “Ain't that right, sugar tits? Hey, honeybunch, what say you get me out of these cuffs, we go off somewhere and bump some uglies? Gonna die anyway.” Merle continued. Dean whirled around, Merle was talking in Jenny’s direction. He clenched his fists.
“What did you say to her?” Dean growled and Sam turned, realizing what Dean had moments before. The two brothers fumed and Jenny hoisted the riffle.
“I’d rather die, a**hat.” Jenny said, and walked over to Sam and Dean, out of Merle’s line of sight.
“Rub muncher. I figured as much.” Merle grumbled. Dean and Sam both made a grab for their guns, but Jenny stopped them from killing the perverted psycho.
“The streets ain't safe. Now there's an understatement.” Morales said.
“What about under the streets? The sewers?” Rick spoke. That got everyone’s attention.
“Oh man.” Morales said and turned to Glenn, “Hey, Glenn, check the alley. You see any manhole covers?” at this Glenn ran over to the edge and peered downwards a few zombies staggered around, growling and making gurgling grumbles.
