Afraid of the Living - Carl Grimes

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Leah's POV:

We see a bunch of cars lined up as Negan's voice plays over the walkie.

"Someone's trying to block the way. Gotta be the Saviors."

"Look. I think that's their base over there." Carl points.

"Yeah, that's it. Must be trying to make it hard to get to them."

"We gotta keep going. We'll move them and then move them back. They don't need to know we were here."

We all get out of the car and start moving the cars out of the way.

"Rick. Come take a look at this." Michonne says, handing binoculars to Rick.

"What's all this for?"

"Wait. When I was hiding in the back of the truck, I heard a couple of them talking about this."

"What would they need this for?" I ask.

"A herd."

"That's why it's a steel cable. It's not just for one walker. It's for a lot."

"We need these explosives."

"Yeah. But we have to figure out how to disarm it first."

Rosita lifts something and takes a look.

"Um. Okay." Tara says as she backs up a bit.

"Backing up is not gonna make a difference if this thing goes off."

As Rosita is tinkering with it, the walkie goes off again.

"We got ourselves a red situation. I need a search party. See if Daryl ran home like the dumb animal that he is."

"On it. Be there in time for lunch."

"Turn that sleepy little burg upside down."

"We gotta go. We gotta get there before them, but we need these. We need to clear a path anyway."

"Yeah. Rosita?"

"First part's done."

"What now?"

"We gotta unwrap the secondary explosives– the dynamite, the RPGs. Make sure these casings are not messed up, and do not mess them up, either. This thing could still blow."

"You all heard her. Let's go."

I run to help, pulling out my knife and carefully cutting. I feel anxiety rushing in my chest.

When I unwrap the dynamite, I carefully put it on the ground.

"You can load the explosives into the trunk as long as they're in good shape. No dents, no tears. They're not live. They still need to be triggered to be set off."

I carefully grab some and start loading it into the trunk.

Rosita grabs one from Tara.

"Not that one. I don't like the way it looks."

"Okay."

"Dad. Look." Carl says, pointing.

I look over to see walkers.

"Okay, they're here. But they're far. We still have time."

"You sure?"

"We need these."

"And we need to get the cars back in front of the onramp."

"They'll know we took their explosives, so does it matter?"