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Think you problem solver, well, I'd fucking roll the dice
Feelin' pretty bent up when I'm swervin' through the night
Got a million bitches, and they tryna hit my line
And, I really wanna hit 'em, I ain't got no fuckin' time
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Elaina glances at the door.
Through the wooden planks, she can see the walkers all around.
Suddenly Rick whistles softly and everyone turns to look at him.
He nods his head towards a bed in the corner of the cabin.
There's a comforter crumbled up on top.
Just vaguely, it looks like something is underneath.
Rick sneaks forward, Daryl close behind.
Rick slowly reaches his hand for the comforter, ripping it off to reveal an elderly man.
He's alive.
He jumps out of bed as Rick backs away. "Who the hell are you?" The man shouts. In his hands, is a rifle.
"We don't mean any harm." Rick says holding his arms out.
Elaina grips her sword tightly.
Michonne rests her own hand on the handle of her sword but hasn't pulled it out just yet.
The man looks at all of them frantically. "Get out of my house!"
"Okay, okay, okay." Rick says. "We will, but we can't right now." His voice is quiet.
"Now!" The man's voice echos across the walls. The walkers outside bang louder now.
"Shut him up." Michonne whispers.
"Get out right now!"
"There are walkers outside." Rick says.
The man looks around again. "I'll call the cops!"
Elaina curses under her breath. This man has no idea what is happening.
"I am a cop." Rick replies. "Now, I need you to lower your gun. Don't do anything rash."
Rick sets down his own weapon and flashlight leaving his hands empty. "Everything's fine. Let's take this nice and slow, okay?"
Suddenly the man cocks his rifle, aiming it at Ricks face. Elaina inhales sharply.
"Show me your badge." The man demands.
Rick nods. "Alright. It's in my pocket. It's in my pocket. Now I'm just gonna reach down, nice and slow."
That's when Rick makes a frantic move for the barrel of the rifle. He shoves it away from his face, a bullet flying into the wall near Daryl's head.
Rick grabs the man in a chokehold, telling him to shut up as the man repeatedly screams to let him go.
The man breaks free and rushes for the front door to the cabin, still screaming.
Rick tells him not to open the door, but he reaches for the handle anyway.
Then, Elaina thrusts her sword into his chest, killing him instantly. His body collapses to the floor.
She stares down at him for a minute, letting out a shaky breath.
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Sheriff's Lover ||| Rick Grimes
Fanfiction"Are you trying to get me drunk, officer?" "What if I am?" Thirty-two-year-old office worker, Elaina Heart was all alone on the streets of Atlanta when a man in a sheriff's uniform trots down the road on a horse. She decides to join him on his miss...
