𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝗼𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧

𝐬𝐢𝐱

narrative

rick sighed, pulling the car over to the side of the road. the four of them got out.

"they have patrols, we're better off on foot." michonne put her katana on her back.

"how far?" rick looked up to the sky. "nights coming."

"it's a mile, maybe two." michonne said. they got their gear and started to walk through the forest, a lone walker following far behind.

"you know what you did for me, for my baby, for rory, while i was working things out, thank you." rick and daryl fell behind oscar and michonne.

"it's what we do." he shrugged.

"just make sure you treat her right." rick looked to daryl. he wasn't stupid, he knew something was going on between the two.

"what?" daryl tried to play it off, scared rick would punch him in the throat if he admitted to it.

"not stupid daryl." he laughed a little. "rory has been through a lot with barely being legal. just treat her right." daryl nodded.

"i won't hurt her. i promise." they were silent after that. that was until walkers stumbled out of the trees.

"rick." daryl whispered.

"down. down." he told everyone. they all dropped to crouching positions. "get in formation, no gun fire." they tried to kill them all but there were to many.

they ran through the woods, coming across a cabin. "through here! come on!"

"get the door." michonne closed it behind her, putting something to keep it closed. rick pulled out his flashlight, crouching down. "keep it down. keep it down."

"that smell, it's loud." daryl covered his nose, walking through the house trying to find the source.

flies could be heard. "what the hell is that?" oscar asked, looking around.

"it's gotta be a fox, or what's left of one." daryl took a guess. it wasn't a fox, it was a dead dog. "guess lassie went home." walkers clawed at the door.

rick pointed his flashlight at a figure under a blanket. he motioned for daryl to come closer to him. pulling back the blanket, a frantic man jumped up from the bed.

"who the hell are you?" he yelled, pointing a gun at the group.

"we don't mean you any harm." rick put his hands up.

"get out of my house!"

"okay, okay, okay." the yelling was causing the walkers to growl louder and scratch at the door harder.

"we will, but right now we can't."

"now!"

"shut him up!" michonne sneered.

"get out! right now!" daryl was ready to pounce at any moment, wanting to drive a knife into his head.

"there are walkers outside."

"I'll call the cops!" he threatened.

"i am a cop." rick said back. "now i need you to lower your gun." he put his weapons on the floor.

"don't do anything rash, everything's fine. let's just— let's just take things nice and slow, okay? look at me. hey. hey." he tried to keep the mans attention on him.

"show me your badge." he cocked his rifle.

"alright, it's in my pocket. it's in my pocket." he pointed down to his pants. "now i'm just gonna reach down nice and slow." he acted like he was going to grab the badge, but he hit the gun out of the guys hand, putting him into a chokehold. daryl ducked as it went off, going through the door.