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I'm still standin' better than I ever did
Lookin' like a true survivor, feelin' like a little kid
And I'm still standin' after all this time
Pickin' up the pieces of my life without you on my mind
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Walkers are everywhere.
Bob, Daryl, Rick, Glenn, and Rosanna take down as many as they can on the way to a train car. They open it and a man runs out screaming hysterically. He immediately gets bitten by a walker.
They hide behind the door as more walkers stroll by.
Bob sighs. "We gotta double back."
"A is that way." Rick says pointing. "We go back, we don't know where we are."
"We don't really have a choice, do we?" Daryl asks.
Gunfire takes down nearby walkers. Rick grips his knife. "Wait here."
"Rick!" Rosanna whispers. He keeps going. Daryl follows after him.
Rick stabs a man and takes his gun. They grab a few more guns laying on the ground and make their way back to the other three.
Rick hands them weapons and glances around. "We're gonna have to double back."
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Rosanna flings open the door to train car A, shouting to the others. "C'mon!"
Carl runs out first carrying Judith. Michonne, Tara, Maggie and Rosita are next. Abe brings up the rear with Eugene and Sasha.
They all take off, shooting and stabbing walkers as they go. Rick stands back, shooting as everyone climbs over the chain link fence.
They flee the burning building and make their way into the woods. They walk quietly for a bit. Eventually Rick bends down and starts digging for something.
Abraham glances around. "The hell are we still around here for?"
"Guns, some supplies. Go along the fences. Use the rifles. Take out the rest of 'em." Rick says.
Bob walks forward. "What?"
"They don't get to live."
Glenn sighs. "Rick, we got out. It's over."
He finally scoops away enough dirt to reveal a large blue duffel bag. "It's not over till they're all dead."
Rosita scoffs. "The hell it isn't. That place is on fire. Full of walkers."
Abe nods. "I'm not dicking around with this crap. We just made it out."
Rosanna touches Ricks shoulder. "The fences are down. They'll run or die."
Suddenly two figures appear behind Rick.
It's Tyreese and Carol. She's holding several weapons. Daryl's crossbow, and Rosanna's sword included.
Rose limps up with her still injured ankle and smiles. "Did you do that?"
Carol nods, pulling in the younger woman for a hug. The others exchange hugs as well.
Carol hands Rosanna her sword and everyone else their weapons.
Sasha sobs as she reunites with her brother.

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Destruction ||| Glenn Rhee (BEING REWRITTEN TO OC)
Fanfictionde·struc·tion: the action or process of causing so much damage to something that it no longer exists or cannot be repaired. When the apocalypse started, college-student Rosanna Blake was on vacation in Atlanta with her family. After a supply run go...