𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗 , the walking dead

[11] you shot me

YOU SHOT ME
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     THE MYSTERY HORN CONTINUED TO BLARE, filling the ones in the woods with panic and fear. Worried for their loved ones back at Alexandria, as well as worrying about half of the herd that was currently following them. That seemed to be all they felt, worry, fear, panic which caused all this adrenaline that was making the group run the fastest they have probably ever run. Sweat covered their skin, hearts were pounding out of their chest. Maeve could feel the hairs sticking to her forehead and the sweat coating her. Maeve pushed through the dizziness and the lack of air. Just like the rest of them.

Maeve had positioned herself near the front of the group, with Rick, Glenn and Milo. The others were too slow.

"Try again." Glenn said, stopping in his tracks to catch his breath for just a moment. Breathing heavily as he whipped away the sweat from his forehead using the back of his hand.

Rick stopped beside him as did Maeve and Milo, Rick instantly brought the walkie up to his mouth, "Tobin, it's not stopping. Light it up. You hear me?" It was clear no one had heard him when the radio only responded with static crackling. "Tobin?!" Rick desperately tried again. If the herd got to far east, then anything Tobin did wouldn't matter. They'd keep going.

"Coffee break I guess." Milo teased, his joke not landing the way it was intended to. No one even gave him a glance and Milo didn't care, he only cared about breathing as he was bend over with his hands on his knees and panting like a dog. He looked like he was about to pass out.

Still Maeve paid no attention to him, she was trying to control herself from just ditching everyone and running straight to Alexandria. She still didn't have an answer as to why she wasn't, probably something to do with strength in numbers. If she gets caught out there with that herd, she'd done for.

The rest of the group caught up to the four of them, and instead of letting them stop they just continued to run. Leading the way back. Maeve kept her speedy pace at the front, and out of the corner of her eyes she saw Elliott using a lot of his strength to catch up to her. Just to be near her.

"Jesus, it was more than half." Some guy yelled, Maeve could hear in voice that he was definitely crying.

"They walk, we run."

And that's what the group intended to do. Run. Run away from the trouble, only to run towards some more unknown trouble. Not like they had a choice, the herd was deciding where they go. Everything was in the hands of that herd, their lives, their families lives, their home. It didn't matters what the plan was, that herd was heading for Alexandria it was only a matter of who was going to get there first.

"Rick!" A thick southern voice sounded through the radio and even though Maeve knew who it was she still was just relieved to hear Daryl Dixon's voice. "What's going on back there?"

"Half of them broke off. They're going towards Alexandria." Rick never slowed his speed as he informed Daryl, who was still leading away the other half of the herd.

Maeve had Aaron in her head telling her that it could be worse, that it could have been the whole herd instead of half. She could image him telling her, "Work together and you'll get out of there." But she couldn't listen to him, she couldn't find the positive of the situation when she already felt like they were the walking dead.

"Towards you?" The military freak said, Maeve couldn't even be bothered to remember his name right now. Her brain was started to scramble together with each step for took, trying to focus on getting home.