Destruction ||| Glenn Rhee (BEING REWRITTEN TO OC)

32 ~ Run

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Something bad is 'bout to happen to me

I don't know what, but I feel it coming

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Dave raises his arms and shoots a look at Tony. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Relax. Take it easy. Nobody's killing anybody. Nobody's shooting anybody. Right, Rick? Look. We're just friends having a drink. That's all. Now where's the good stuff, huh?" He climbs behind the bar and searches through cabinets.

Rosanna and Glenn stand close to each other, eyeing the two men on opposite sides of the room.

Dave laughs and finds a bottle. "You gotta understand... we can't stay out there. You know what it's like."

Rick nods. "Yeah, I do. But the farm is too crowded as is. I'm sorry. You'll have to keep looking."

Dave scoffs. "Keep looking. Where do you suggest we do that?"

Rick stares at him. "I don't know. I hear Nebraska's nice."

Dave sets the glass down. "Nebraska. This guy."

He makes eye contact with Tony before quickly grabbing his pistol from his pants.

Rick acts quicker, shooting Dave in the head and spinning around to shoot Tony three times.

There's silence afterward. Nobody speaks for a minute. There are now two dead bodies in the bar next to them.

Glenn gently grabs Rosanna's arm and pulls her close. "Holy shit."

Rick looks at them. "Y'all okay?"

They nod shakily. Rick looks back. "Hershel?"

He nods. "Let's head back."

They grab their weapons and start walking towards the doors when suddenly a car can be heard approaching. Rick whispers at them to get down.

A male voice can be heard through the door. "Dave? Tony? They said over here, right?"

Another man speaks. "Yeah."

A third male voice responds. "I'm telling you, man, I heard shots."

The second voice speaks again. "I saw roamers two streets over. Might be more around here."

The first male agrees. "We gotta get out of here."

The third male screams. "Dave! Tony!"

"Shut up, you idiot! You wanna attract 'em? Just stick close. We're gonna find 'em."

The male voices get quieter as they walk away from the bar. Rosanna and Glenn sit under one window, and Hershel and Rick sit under another.

They all take a breath. The men outside are searching some nearby buildings. They can't make a break for it because they don't know how many there are.

A few agonizing minutes go by when suddenly screams and gunshots are heard.

"What happened?" One voice shouts.

"Roamers! I nailed em."

"I cleared those buildings. You guys get this one?"

A few different voices say no.

Someone scoffs. "We're looking for Dave and Tony and no one checks the damn bar?"

Footsteps start creaking on the wooden porch outside. Glenn acts quickly and shoves his body against the door, preventing the mysterious men from entering.