𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗 , the walking dead

[14] bar fights

BAR FIGHTS
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     TOGETHER THE TWO FOUGHT BEAUTIFULLY. Maeve and Milo worked like they had been killing walkers together their whole lives. They knew each other's moves before they even made them; their bodies just knew what to do. They put all their feuding aside, and it resulted in a beautiful dance with the dead. Neither of them even noticed; they were too busy keeping up with the pace and only having one goal in mind. Find Glenn.

They didn't know where the feed store was that Nicholas talked about; they knew the direction it was in, and that was all they had to go on.

Maeve was impressed with how they were still going and hadn't gotten trapped or cornered yet. Maeve was also surprised at herself for even being here. She still isn't even sure why she did it; could it be for validation from Rick? Prove to him that she can protect. Maybe it's validation from Louis, to prove to him that she can be good and do selfless things.

"You shouldn't have come." Milo yells over the sound of skulls being crushed, his voice startles Maeve. She looked back at him for a second, and a second is all it takes for a walker to creep up on her and grab ahold of her arm. Pulling her towards it with its mouth open, teeth exposed, and eyes fixated on her flesh.

Had it not been for Milo cutting the head off the walker, covering Maeve in even more walker guts in the process, she would have been bitten. He had just saved her life, and for some reason she was mad at him, and he was mad at her. But he still grabbed her good arm, making her look at him since they had a few seconds before more of the herd caught up with them.

"You're a real dumbass, you know that?" Milo breathed out, looking at her intensely. Sweat was dripping from his forehead with quite a bit of blood splattered across his face, his face was riddled with exhaustion but at the same time full of determination. Maeve could only assume she looked somewhat the same.

"So are you." Maeve responded, slightly shaking herself from his grip. He got the hint and let go, and sighed heavily.

Milo brought the back of his hand up to his forehead and wiped some sweat off, while also smearing some more blood. Then he started to look around. Looking lost, because they were.

"Where the fuck is he?!" Milo shouted.

Maeve had no words to give him, no advice, nothing. All she could do was keep a watchful eye around them and allow him to have his moment, there was nothing she could do for him. She did all she could by coming with him, and that seemed pointless at this moment.

Until she heard it. For Maeve it drowned out all the other sounds, she couldn't hear the dead approaching or Milo's sounds of pain and frustration, instead all she could hear was gunshots.

"Milo," Maeve muttered, her voice being overpowered by his that rambled on about how he was a failure and what not. Maeve didn't care, she needed him to come back to her, "Dumbass!" Maeve slapped him, surprising both of them.

"Oh you're fucking dea-"

"Listen," She silenced him by covering his mouth with her hand. He went to stop her, but then he heard it too, and he no longer seemed to care about her hand or the slap. "Come on."

Maeve grabbed Milo's machete from the ground he had thrown during his fit and tossed it back to him, he caught it effortlessly and they ran together down the side street.

Something worried Maeve that seemed to go over Milo's head. There were no walkers. The street was nearly empty with a few roamers, but it was an easy journey. Which made Maeve worry about what they were running towards, should she turn around now? She could say she tried her hardest to bring them back and just let Milo run into his death. But, she knew that if she did it would confirm her label as a monster, and there would be no redeeming her.