Dead Man Walking

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 They got out of the train station alive. Hunter doesn't know how long they were down there but the storm had passed. It wrecked almost everything on the surface of the station. Water was everywhere and debris covered the ground. Hunter walked up the stairs and took off his bag, grabbing another clip and putting it into his gun.

Hunter took a seat next to Maggie, "We both changed since the last time we saw each other. We've both been through hell and back. And we've both done things to stay alive. And we might not agree on things all the time. I mean, what family does? But you are family, Maggie. And no matter what happens, no matter what we do, what we say. You will always be my family."

Maggie reaches out and intertwined their fingers, "You'll always be mine. You'll always be the person who saved me in the pharmacy. The one who told me to try things out with Glenn," Hunter chuckles, "You'll always be my best friend."

They still had a long way to go on their journey and on their friendship. But they were gonna get there. They had to. Ahead of them, Daryl was crouched down opening a letter. Maggie looked up curiously.

"What is that?"

"It's a letter from this kid to his parents," Daryl responds, "It's from back before."

"You found it?" Maggie asks.

Daryl nods, "Yeah, down in the tunnel."

"You see anything else down there?" Hunter wonders.

"Nah. Just the same stuff you saw," Daryl folded back up the letter and tucked it into his glove.

"We heading out?" Agatha asks.

Maggie nods, "We need to take a detour first. Arbor Hills."

"What's there?" Daryl asks.

"Hidden supply depot. Georgie set 'em up all over, in case we ran into any trouble when we were out looking for survivors. It has ammo, food, weapons," Maggie says, "Rest up there, restock and then head to Merdian. Radio tower marks that neighbourhood. You know where that is?"

Negan nods, "Yeah. Come on."

They walked for a few hours, through empty streets. The only sound he could hear was the crunching of leaves under his feet as they reached the city. It was a complete ghost town. But the group slowed to a stop when they saw bodies being hung from trees. A wave of fear washed over him. It was dark out and they were all vulnerable.

"Well, this place sure has gone to shit since the last time I was here. Let's double back. We can cut through—"

Suddenly an arrow went straight through Roy's head. Hunter groaned as a knife went into his leg, "Holy fucking shit!"

He gritted his teeth at the searing pain in his leg. How in the hell did this happen? He limped toward the woods and ducked down behind a tree. He looked behind the tree, back to the streets and saw a group wearing masks walking right toward them.

"Run!"

Hunter lifted himself up and started running as best as he could with the knife still plunged into his leg. His heart was pounding in his chest. That knife was thrown perfectly. He clutched at his leg, the pain was intense, but he pushed it aside, knowing that he had to keep moving if he wanted to live.

He took out one of his knives from his vest and flung it behind him at one of the Reapers. He'd gotten good at throwing knives and the knife he had just thrown hit its target. He dodged an arrow that flew right past his head.

He could feel the blood flowing freely from the wound, making his steps slippery and unsteady. He stumbled but quickly regained his balance and kept running. Bodies were dropping all around him. He didn't know where Maggie or Daryl was. They were just gone.