« 08 »

3K 100 12
                                    

WARNING: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE

━━━━━━━━

— PART ONE  of  THREE —
WHEN THE DEAD COME KNOCKING

T-DOG HANDED OUT EGGS TO EVERYONE, WHILE EMERSON PLAYEDUNO with Carol and the two children

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.


T-DOG HANDED OUT EGGS TO EVERYONE, WHILE EMERSON PLAYED
UNO with Carol and the two children. The four of them had been up for an hour already. Carol had won every round so far.

"Alright, no more games. Time to eat." T-Dog chuckled. "Nice one, Carol."

Carol just grinned as she placed down her last card, causing the other to groan loudly.

"Shhh!" Glenn hissed.

T-Dog laughed. "Protein helps the hangover."

The ibuprofen bottle was passed around and everyone took at least four.

When Shane walked in, Emerson kept her head down.

"You okay?" Silas whispered lowly. She quickly nodded and smiled at him.

"We need to talk later." She told him. "About Nathan Lane."

Silas' eyes went wide.

Emerson was the only person who knew Silas was bisexual. He preferred to keep it that way. After all, the military frowned upon it. He would have been an outcast.

"What the hell happened to you?" T-Dog asked.

"Musta done it in my sleep." Shane replied.

Rick looked to Emerson and then to Shane. "Never seen you do that before."

Shane looked towards Emerson, who refused to look in his direction.

"Me neither." Shane replied. "It's not like me at all."

Emerson tuned out the rest of the conversation until everyone began to get up out of their seat.

"Where are we going?" Emerson asked.

Rick looked down at her. "Are you feelin' okay?" He was surprised she didn't hear a word any of them had said.

She nodded quickly.

Skeptically, Rick then said, "Jenner and Lane are showing us something."

They arrived in the big room, as Jenner had called in the previous night, and they asked Vi to give a playback of TS-19.

"Few people ever got a chance to see this."

REMEMBER ME HAPPY | r. grimesWhere stories live. Discover now