Don't Fear The Reaper (R. Grimes & D. Dixon)

65

First thing in the morning, they geared back up before walking out the back, after aggressively fighting with the Severely rusted door to even get it to Open. She followed behind rick and Daryl along a narrow dirt path between two run-down trailers that kit assumed housed two extra classes the School itself didn't have a room for and took shelter behind two ridiculously tall dumpsters to get a better look at where or how they want to approach the walker issue.

"walkers in the Field ain't closed in," Daryl whispered.

"yeah, we got to take care of the ones out here," rick Sighed

kit pointed to a small knocked down Section of fence before Speaking, "gonna have to block that gap if we're gonna take the rest in there slow." they both hummed in agreement before a rick Started Counting up the immediate vicinity walkers

"9, Hey, there's a car over here. Can Use it to block it up. I got that, and the one on the way, you two draw them away," he ordered

"I see how it is," kit huffed quietly humored; rick gave her a shy smile

"It's about doing this, Quiet; you two are all about stealth, me I'm like -"

"Bigfoot," Daryl immediately cut in; rick looked down as he took off his pack fighting off a laugh. Kit and Daryl took theirs off, too, sharing a humored look.

"Hey!" kit whispered, noticing rick trying to go before them; he looked Back at her In Question before understanding. Daryl took point as she clicked open her Staff banging on the Side of the dumpster as she walked. It was an easy Slice and dice Job, but at one point, kit noticed rick Starting to pull a walker back thru the windshield, its foot coming completely detached. in his efforts, next was its legs before he was able to dislodge it. It was an odd sight.

Kit and Daryl Jogged over to give a hand, pushing the now in neutral Car as rick steered. "Brakes don't work," they could hear ricks muffled yell.

"Shit," Daryl cursed. Kit yelped as a walker gun got caught and started going off; Daryl abruptly Shoved Kit into the trunk and climbed in after her yanking the lid closed. To say kit was severely uncomfortable would be an understatement; it was stifling hot, severely cramped, and She was pretty sure a bolt was digging into her leg.

"Kitty Cat, Daryl, you good?"

"yeah," they both grunted as walkers began banging on the top of the trunk

"you?" kit asked as Daryl moved her hair out of her face and mouth.

"yeah, I think we overshot it," he said awkwardly,

"you think, or you know?" Daryl asked squinting

"I know."

"God damnit," kit Sighed, laying her head down. She could already feel the sweat forming on her skin as if she was in a sauna.

"it was a good plan, though. Look, I'm gonna pop out the top. Can you open the Seat back there?"

"where-" Daryl reached over her yanking a yellow lever, the back seat dropping open, briefly blinding them, allowing them to follow rick to the top of the car out of a small sunroof. Kit looked at the surrounding walkers before running and jumping off the hood and over a waist-high blue fence that held the swing carousel. "I don't see an opening," she said, heaving as both men joined her.

"Then we do it here," Rick said, pulling out his ax

"Yeah," Daryl agreed

"It's not gonna-" kit tried to protest just as the fence fell "hold," she said, annoyed, slicing two walkers as she backed up before running after rick and Daryl thru the stands and concessions. Killing the ones they could without risk.