𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗 , the walking dead

[36] taken pt.2

TAKEN PT.2
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"ASSHOLE, YOU THERE?" Paula says into the radio, after he confirmed her was there, she continues, "We've thought about it, we want to make the trade."

"That's good." Rick replies.

"There's a large field with a sign that says, 'God is dead', about two miles down I-66. Good visibility in all directions." Paula explains, glancing at Louis who was fighting off sleep. A heavy concussion coming on.

There is a moment of pause, then Rick comes back on saying, "We'll meet you there. Ten minutes?"

"Ten minutes." Paula confirms, putting the radio back into her waist holder. There was a serious look of doubt on her face as if she contemplated something inside her head, "That was too easy."

"It's supposed to be easy, a simple trade." Louis muttered out, letting his head fall lazily back onto the pipes. The pain in his side was growing, it hurt more than he liked to admit, but he put on a brave face. Held in his tears, looking over at Carol to make sure she was still doing okay.

Paula shakes her head, "No, there was no static, there should've been. They're close. They're probably already here. We were careful but there were tracks."

Louis couldn't help but sigh, knowing that with Maeve and Daryl's tracking skills put together, it was only a matter of time before they found them. As relieved Louis was to be found, it seemed to make everything so much more complicated.

"They killed everybody back home, they have the weapons. They're probably waiting to kill us the second we walk out those doors. That's what we'd do." Paula realized, and was most likely right. She started running around the room, gathering their things in a rush, knowing they had to leave now if they wanted to make it out of here alive.

Paula and the other woman are having their own conversation as they both exit the room, leaving Louis and Carol alone. Louis took the chance to ask Carol, "Think they are really here?"

Carol nods, having no doubt, "Can you move?" Louis nods his head, even if he wasn't sure he could, she points to where Maggie was sitting previously, "Get your hands free, over there."

For a second, Louis didn't know if he could move because when he sat up he felt a sharp pain shot through his body. Carol looked at him, worried but he just nodded his head at her, urging her to continue to free herself. Louis managed to find the strength in himself to crawl a few feet towards Maggie's previous spot.

With each pull and movement he made, his body burned and ached. Like the world's most painful bruise all over his body, and a headache that felt like the world shook him for hours without pause. But somehow he still managed to scrap his hands on the sharp edge over and over until the duct tape around his hands were free.

Louis went to repeat the action on his feet, but the pain was too unbearable, he couldn't move like that enough to get free. Thankfully Carol came over, ripping the duct tape with a cross necklace she found.

Once they were both free, Carol grabbed his arm and wrapped it around her shoulders. She felt his hesitation to rely on her, that was until she forced him to put his weight onto her, letting her help him walk. His other arm gripping his side, his head heavy as it fought to stay up.

"We gotta find Maggie," Louis stated, Carol already ahead of him as she guided them through the halls. They looked down hallways, made their footsteps lighter and stuck together—like Louis had a choice.