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Damian Jon Walking dead 13 15

Damian silently walked through the store with Jon behind him. He froze and looked down an aisle watching the walkers quietly before he pulled his sword free. He nudged Jon lightly and motioned to them before he silently made his way around the shelves. Damian swung his sword slicing two heads off before he yelped as he was tackled

Jon bolted forward using his bat to knock the walker off Damian before he helped him up quickly "Damian are you okay?"

Damian looked around frantically then snatched his sword up moving closer to Jon as he nodded "I'm fine." He looked around quietly "Check the cans see if there's any food." He pulled his bag off his shoulder and sat it down opening it as he started loading some cans of fruit.

Jon nodded and walked to the next aisle looking through the soups taking the ones that were sealed still and putting them in his bag. He flinched hearing the door open before he made his way back to Damian quickly both of them ducking low and holding their bags

Damian slowly crawled forward shaking off Jon's hand that tried to hold him in place before he peeked around the corner. His eyes landed on the men silently before he was snatched up. He yelped "Jonathan!" His eyes went wide as his bag was ripped away from him

Jon bolted forward bringing his bat down against the man's knee grabbing Damian as he was dropped. They ran down the aisle quickly ducking as a gunshot went off behind them

Damian pushed the door open as they ran out the back door. He looked at Jon quickly then looked around before he pointed to a truck

Jon hesitated then nodded and ran with him to the truck quickly getting in "come on Damian don't you know how to do this?"

Damian glanced to him "Well I don't really remember everything but maybe?!" He yanked the wires down and stared at them before he hesitated and twisted two of them together gasping as the engine started. He threw it into drive and sped off grabbing Jon's hand as he grounded himself in the moment

Jon held his hand looking out the back window watching the men run out screaming towards them. He sighed softly and sat back in his seat looking at Damian "Well we lost a bag of supplies but I got some soups."

Damian smiled and squeezed his hand gently "It's not the last store. We will find another one."

Jon nodded "I know that. It got pretty close that time. What if I can't save you fast enough next time."

Damian frowned quietly "Maybe we should find an outpost then? Might be safer than being on our own."

Jon made a face quietly "That's a terrible idea Damian. All the outposts are run by maniacs. That's why we never stay. Who knows how bad the next one will be."

Damian stared straight ahead before he spoke "It might be bad but it can't be worse than nearly dying over a can of cherries."

Jon frowned watching him "It could always be worse Dami. What if the next outpost is run by some rapist or something."

Damian shrugged "Then we kill them. We kill them and move on."

Jon stared at his friend then looked out the window he didn't like killing but they needed to survive. Damian was right of course. They couldn't keep surviving on what they could hold onto when some adults found them scavenging for canned food. He stared out the window thinking quietly "We could start our own outpost."

Damian thought for a moment then nodded "We could. You know how to do farm things. Im sure we could get my brothers to come. Maybe our father's if we are lucky and they are alive." He spared a glance at Jon taking in his chiseled jawline before he focused in front of them again "I can do first aid. We could totally start our own outpost."