Dead Man Walking

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Hunter glances behind him to make sure his group was ready before kicking in the door. He shot one walker in the head, while Rick shot another. T-dog came in behind them with a crowbar and stabbed the third in the head. Daryl came in after them with his crossbow raised. Carl came in last and followed after his father and uncle.

Hunter took out his flashlight and split ways with his brother and nephew. While Rick and Carl went right, he went left. They've been on the road for a few months now. But they were getting a lot better at working as a team and finding useful things.

The yonder Grimes held his gun out in front of him as he slowly made his way through the halls. He kicked open a bedroom door and poked his head through. A single walker was laying on the ground. He put his gun down and pulled out his knife and stabbed it through the head.

Hunter opened every drawer in the room, looking for food, ammo, or knives. Anything that could be useful to them. He found a few jackets and shirts and stuffed them into his bag. He also took the blankets that were on the bed. He walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where Rick and Carl were.

"I found some jackets, shirts, and blankets," He told them as he patted Carl on the head.

"Gonna be real useful if we don't find a safe place to stay," Rick replies.

The rest of the group piles into the house as Daryl and Hunter gather up all the walkers they killed. Carl was rummaging through the kitchen trying to find anything they could eat. That was another problem, they didn't have any food and Lori was supposed to be eating for two.

When Hunter and Daryl got all of the walkers they met with their group in the living room. Daryl killed an owl and began to skin it. Hunter watches as Carl came into the room with two cans and started opening them. Hunter got a better look at the cans and it was dog food.

Hunter walks over to his nephew and takes the cans away from him and throws them into the fireplace. There was no way he was going to let them eat dog food. They weren't that desperate. Not yet anyway.

"Psst."

Hunter walked over to the window T-dog was staring at. More walkers were coming, more than they could handle. Everyone packed everything up and once again they were on the run. They packed all their things into their cars and drove off.

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"We got no place left to go," T-dog announces as they looked at their map. They'd stopped on the road once more to figure out their next move.

"When this herd meets up with this one, we'll be cut off," Maggie states pointing to the places they marked off, "We'll never make it south."

"What would you say? That was about 150 head?" Daryl asks Glenn.

"That was last week," Glenn responds, "It could be twice that by now."

"This river could have delayed them," Herschel points out, "If we move fast, we might have a shot to tear right through there."

"Yeah, but if this group joins with that one, they could spill out this way," T-dog tells them. On their time on the road they've been trying to track all the walker hordes they come across.

"So we're blocked," Maggie concludes.

Hunter took a good look at the map as he tries to figure out what they could do, "We have to do double back at 27 and swing towards Greenville."

"Yeah, we picked through that already," T-dog reminds Hunter, "It's like we spent the winter going in circles."

"I know. I know," Rick nods, "At Newnan, we'll push west. Haven't been through there yet. We can't keep going from house to house. Need to find someplace to hole up for a few weeks."