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The apocalypse wasn't easy for anyone. Maybe some knew how to survive more so...
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Sam and Jenny sat beside one another. Jenny crossed her legs, playing with the shredded hem on her pant legs. There were droplets of blood splattered across them, and her shoes were the worst, the souls were caked with mud and dried blood.
“You okay?” Sam asked and Jenny looked up at him.
She put on a halfhearted smile and shrugged, “Fine. You?” She tilted her head and leaned forward on her legs. Sam nodded and draped his arm over his sister’s shoulders.
“I think we should go back.” Sam spoke. Even though Merle was a douchebag, Sam didn’t like the idea of leaving him behind. They’d saved worse before.
“Best not to dwell on it. Merle got left behind. Nobody's gonna be sad he didn't come back…” Morales spoke before he trailed off, “Except maybe Daryl.”
Rick looked sideways at Morales, “Daryl?” Rick asked.
“His brother.” Morales said and Sam tightened his arm around Jenny's shoulders.
Behind them, the group could hear Glenn in his car. Whooping and shouting as he drove beside Dean. Glenn sped past them and continued to holler about how much fun he's having.
“At least somebody's having a good day.” Morales said. Then the sound of Dean cursing came through the window.
Before Jenny could ask what had happened, Rick tapped on the mesh, “He’s fine. Sore loser is all.” Rick reassured Jenny and she relaxed.
Glenn pulled up into the camp, alarm still blaring as he got out and waved a hello to the survivors in the camp.
“Holy crap. Turn that darn thing off!” Dale, a white haired man said as he came running over in his printed shirt and bucket hat.
“I don't know how!” Glenn exclaimed as Dean pulled up in the Impala and got out.
“Pop the hood.” Dean said and Glenn did as asked. Dean rooted around as Andrea’s sister, Amy, ran up to Glenn.
“My sister Andrea Is she okay? Is she all right?” Amy asked as Dean disconnected the battery, the alarm cut off.
“She's okay! She's okay!” Glen reassured her.
“Is she coming back?” Amy asked. Glenn nodded and smiled. “Why isn't she with you? Where is she? She's okay?” Amy asked hysterically.
“Yes! Yeah, fine. Everybody is. Well, Merle not so much.” Glenn informed the group that gathered around him.
“Are you crazy, driving this wailing crap up here? Are you trying to draw every Walker for miles?” Shane, the man with a large nose and a very punch able face snapped at Glenn.
