RIDE OR DIE | DARYL DIXON

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WILLOW SIGHED. "A firetruck?"

Abraham looked proud as he led them to it, but the rest of them were confused.

"You know we can't all fit in this." Tara opened both doors to the truck, looking inside.

He hopped into the truck and messed with a few switches, the engine rumbling until it finally started. Abraham laughed. "About time things started going our way!"

"Yeah, that's great. We'll just hang on to the hose while you drive." Willow crossed her arms.

Abraham shut the engine off. "Calm your tits, there's a working van out back."

Rick rolled his eyes as he shut the truck door on him, leading the rest of their group to the back of the library to check out the van. Rick started it up, no problem, so they began loading their few things into the back of it. 

They tried to convince Abraham to wait another day before getting back on the road. The town they were in hadn't been touched by other scavengers, and it would do them better to stay for a little longer to gather supplies, but he, of course, refused. 

Rick drove the van around to the front of the building, meeting back up with Abraham while the others walked back. They could already hear him yelling about something from around the corner.

"What's going on?" Carol asked as she was the first to approach him.

"This thing's done some crowd clearing." He gestured to the truck. "Right up into the intake. Which means we've got an air filter filled with damn human remains. And there is no damned corner on this damned Earth that has not been dicked hard beyond all damned recognition." He grabbed a plastic bag from the ground and began pulling flesh out of a vent on the side of the truck.

"Abraham, that feeds the radiator." Rosita spoke up. "The intake for the engine is actually on the roof."

Willow felt Daryl's hand grip her wrist, yanking her to the side. "What?"

He let go of her arm, pointing at a tire that rolled out of the firehouse. 

They all watched it roll a couple more feet before spinning and landing on its side. 

Abraham's eyes darted between the tire and where it came from. "What in God's great nutsack-"

Another five tires came crashing down through the door, followed by a group of walkers stumbling over them.

"One damn time!" Abraham yelled as he grabbed his gun from the truck, swinging it like a bat at a walker's head.

The rest of the group stepped in to help as more came out of the building, Tyreese and Carol taking the kids and backing up. They did their best to take them out quietly to not attract more, but it seemed like that had already happened.

"There's more from the back!" Glenn shouted, beginning to take out walkers that had come from around the truck.

Willow swung at a walker with her knife, missing as she got dragged back by another. She only got out of its grip when an arrow pierced through its head from behind, Daryl giving her a quick nod before moving onto the next one. Before they could even get within range of it, water sprayed furiously from the top of the truck. The group jumped back after feeling the first splash, watching the walker's slowly get taken out. Their skin melted away under the pressure of the water, becoming a red and mucky stream along the ground and into the street. 

The last walker was down, and the water finally stopped. Willow looked up at the truck through damp hair, Eugene standing proudly with the hose in his hand.