Supernatural & Walking Dead

Chapter 18

!Blood, Death!

          ~Daryl~

       As morning comes, we head back out. We hear a man yelling and walkers growling. A man is on a rock surrounded by some walkers. We rush up killing them. The man gets off the rock. "You, okay?" Rick asks. He puts his finger up then throws up. 

      "I'm sorry." he wipes his mouth. "I'm Gabriel." He speaks. "Do you have any weapons?" Rick asks. "Does it look like I have any weapons?" Gabriel states. "We don't tow short and curlies what it looks like." Abraham says.

      "I have no weapons of any kind; the word of god is the only protection I need..." Gabriel says. I scoff. "I know Jasmine would get a good laugh out of that..."  "Sure, didn't look like it." I state. "I called for help... Help came." I roll my eyes. 

     "Do- do y'all have any food? Whatever I had it just hit the ground." Gabriel says. "We have some pecans." Carl holds his hand out. "Here's some water." Sophia hands him a water bottle. "Thank you." Gabriel says with a smirk.

      "Do you have a camp?" Gabriel asks. "No, do you?" Rick asks. "No, but I have a church." Gabriel says. "Hold your hands above your head." Rick says. Rick pats him down. "How many walkers have you killed?" Rick asks.

       "Not any actually." Gabriel says. "Turn around." Rick continues to pat him down. "How many people have you killed?" Rick asks. "N-none." Gabriel says. "Why?" Rick asks. "Because the lord abhors violence." Gabriel says nervously. "What have you done? We've all done something." Rick states.

      "I am sinner, I sin almost every day, but those sins... I confess them to God." Gabriel states. I scoff. You said you had a church? Michonne asks. Gabriel nods his head. We follow him to this church. Rick takes the keys from Gabriel, and we take a look inside.

~Beth's pov~

       I wake up in a hospital. I notice the IV needle in my arm I slowly get up. I hear some noises and take the needle out of my arm holding it. A doctor and A cop walks in. "Everything's okay." The doctor says. "Put it down, now." The cop says eyeing me. I drop it.

      "I'm Doctor steven Edwards, this is Officer Dawn Lerner. How are you feeling?" He asks. "Where am I?" I ask nervously. "Grady Memorial hospital in Atlanta." Dr. Edward says. "How did I get here?" I ask. "My officers found you on the side of the road surrounded by rotter's." Officer Lerner says. 

     "Your wrist was fractured, and you sustained a superficial head wound." Dr. Edward explains. "Can you remember your name?" He asks. "Beth." "The man and Woman I was with, are they here to?" I ask. "A woman was only with you but she's still out." Officer Lerner says.

         "Oh my god... Jasmine..." "If we didn't save y'all, y'all would be one of them right now, so you owe us." She speaks. "A couple people were on a run about a week ago, found two boxes of bisquick and a merle haggard tape at a truck stop, and this gentleman under a bridge." Dr. Edward says.

         "Cardiac arrest and extreme dehydration, I did all I could do." Dr. Edward turns the machines off. "That's it?" I ask. "If patients don't show any sign of improvement, Dawn calls it." Dr. Edward says. "So, if my friend doesn't show any sign..." I say nervously.

      "Let's hope she does soon." Dr. Edward sends me a small smile. He takes a knife and shoves it in the guy's head. I help him roll the body into the hallway. He stops to talk to Dawn. I slowly walk up the hallway when a woman shuts her door. "Come on, before the body gets cold." Dawn says. I follow. 

      "How many people live here?" I ask. "Just enough to keep us going." Steven says. "Some of us started out here, some came as patience. we all got a job to do." Steven says. "Can't we bury him?" I ask. "We only go out when we need to. It may not be the most dignified disposable system, but we work with what we have." Steven says.