rag doll | TWD

[8] triggerfinger

wanted dead or alive --- bon jovi

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[JJ]

I stared at Tony's dead body. I had just shot somebody. The most troubling part was my own numbness towards it. 

I should have been shaken, devastated, but I felt nothing. Taking a life should have brought tears, remorse, something. 

But I had no choice. If I hadn't acted, he could have fired first—perhaps hitting my brother, Hershel, Glenn, or even me. 

Those two were no different from the last one I got rid of in a bar. I was sure of it. They were all cut from the same cloth—worthless scumbags.

JJ: 2--men: 0. 

"Holy shit." Glenn nervously breathed. 

"You guys all right?" Rick questioned. 

Glenn nodded, "Yeah." 

Hershel said nothing but instead also gave a slow nod. 

"JJ? You okay?" 

I gave the same response as Hershel.

"You didn't have to do that. I had it handled."

I looked over to him, assuring, "If I hadn't, he would've shot you first."

Rick gave a nod of appreciation. 

"Let's head back." Hershel suggested. 

The three rummaged lightly through the two men's belongings as I peered out the window. A set of dim headlights turned the corner, making their way down the street. 

"Guys, cars. Get down." I warned in a hushed tone. 

Our backs were against the wall, and we prayed the cars would just continue on. But we could hear everything, and the cars came to a stop right in front of the bar.

The doors shut loudly and a small group walked up to the building we were hunkered down in.

"Dave? Tony?" A man called, asking whoever else was with him, "They said over here?" 

Another answered, "Yeah."

"I'm telling you, man, I heard shots."

"I saw roamers two streets over. Might be more around here."

"It's hot. We gotta get out of here."

We saw the shadow of one of the men come close to the door. "Dave! Tony!"

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

There was another voice, "dude, he said to stay close."

I couldn't tell how many were out there, but we definitely did not have the upper hand of the situation. Both Rick and I held our weapons at the ready, prepared to do what we had to in order to make it out.

Rick looked out the window and crouched in front of Glenn, Hershel and me. "Why won't they leave?" Glenn asked. 

"Would you?" I commented, "We can't sit here any longer... I'm getting a cramp in my foot."

Rick ignored me, looking around, "let's head out the back and make a run to the car."

As soon as we stood up, there were gunshots, and we heard the men again. "Roamers. I nailed 'em. They disappeared but their car's still there."

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

They were talking about the bar. Shit.

"No."