Falling into the Undead

Race Against Time

Falling into the Undead

Chapter Twenty

Race Against Time

I won't lie. If it wasn't for the fact that the date got shoved under my nose today, we would not be getting this update today. I'm stuck thinking it's Tuesday and not Wednesday. I'm so lost this week. I don't even know what's going on. :D

This is the last chapter of this story! I'll be uploading the next story to this part on Sunday. I'm almost done with season two as well so there should be no waiting for any of the chapters.

I'm so excited guys! Major changes go down in season two and the romance finally comes in.

Dive in and see how this run changes things!

Soldier keep on marchin' on

Head down 'til the work is done

Waiting on that morning sun

Soldier keep on marchin' on.

-Soldier by Fleurie and Tommee Profitt

That itch under her skin only grew.

She had pulled the group together, and Rick had backed her up while dealing with Lori. She had been able to push the agenda forward. Except she hadn't liked how it ended up.

'Her men' were going out there. Without her. She wasn't going to be there to have their backs. She felt that she had to trust Rick, T-Dog, and Andrea to keep them safe and for them to cover one another, but those thoughts didn't make the itch disappear. It continued to grow until it built into full-blown anxiety.

She held mixed emotions for Andrea. A part of her could see the difference, she wasn't dark and jaded, emotionally compromised by the loss of her sister, but she still had too much to prove. Not to them but to herself, and sometimes the decisions she chose to act on weren't smart.

Remington needed to trust them.

To trust all of them.

To try to control what was out of her hands was pointless.

She could only control what was in her ability to do so.

"You should take Pixel with you," Remington said, hovering in front of Merle. She was fidgety. Her fingers glided through the fur of the dog who sat obediently at her heel. "I taught you his most important commands. He'll listen to you. He could be useful."

Merle glanced down at the dog. His brown eyes were wiser than a dog should be as he leaned against his mistress and nudged her hand with his nose.

"Yah sure 'bout that?"

"I want you to have whatever edge you guys need," she said firmly. "Having Pixel there he'll be able to warn you of trouble before you would know otherwise. Do you remember his signals?"

"I do," Daryl said, coming to stand with them as he glanced down at the dog.

The dog whined lowly but quickly melted into Daryl's touch when the man began to scratch behind his ear.

"He'll keep you safe," she said. She grabbed at each of their hands, needing, at that moment, to feel that they were both still very much alive, and would come back that way. She felt Daryl flinch under her touch, but he didn't try to retract his hand. "Please, say you'll take him."