In The End | Daryl Dixon

Chapter 14: Nebraska

"I'm Dave." The skinner one introduced himself. "That scrawny-looking douche bag there is Tony."

I was stood behind the bar next to Glenn, these two were giving me weird vibes, and I wanted to be next to someone I knew.

"We met on I-95 coming out of Philly. Damn shit-show that was." Dave explained.

"I'm Glenn." Glenn waved at the men, causing me to internally face palm myself. "it's nice to meet some new people."

"Rick Grimes." Rick introduced himself, as he handed the two men shot glasss.

"How about you, miss? Have one?" Dave pointed to me.

"I don't drink." I said.

"You've got a unique sense of timing." He paused waiting for me to introduce myself.

"Her name is Jordyn." Rick said, causing me to send him a glare. "And this is Hershel. He lost people today. A lot of them."

"I'm truly sorry to hear that. To better days and new friends and to our dead- may they be in a better place." Dave drank the shot that Rick gave him.

"You fellas are a long way from Philadelphia. What drove you south?" Rick asked the men.

"I can tell you it wasn't the weather. I must've dropped 30 pounds in sweat alone down here." Dave laughed at his own joke. "No, first it was D.C. I heard there might be some kind of refugee camp, but the roads were so jammed, we never even got close. We decided to get off the highways, into the sticks, keep hauling ass."

"From the looks of it, you're not hauling ass. Why?"  I asked.

"Well, the latest rumor was that there was a rail yard in Montgomery running trains to the middle of the country- Kanas, Nebraska." Dave explained.

"Nebraska?" Glenn asked.

"Low population, lots of guns" Tony explained to Glenn.

"Ever been to Nebraska kid? A reason they call 'em fly over states." Tony laughed at his friend.

"How about you guys?" Dave asked.

"Fort Benning, eventually."

"I hate to piss in your cornflakes, but we ran across a grunt who was stationed at Benning. Said the place was overrun by lamebrains." Dave said.

"Wait, Fort Benning is gone? Are you for real?" Glenn asked in a disbelieving voice.

"Sadly, I am. Oddly the truth is there is no way out of this mess." Dave said picking at his fingers, then looking around the room, "You know, it doesn't look like you guys are hanging your hats here. You holed up somewhere else?"

Rick turned his head towards me, as if asking if he should be truthful or not. I gave him a look of 'don't trust this fuckers' and I just hoped he understood what I meant.

Rick turned his head back to the man, "Not really."

Dave pointed outside, "Those your cars out front?"

"Yeah, why?" Glenn asked again.

"We're living in ours. Those look kinda empty, clean. Where's all your gear?"

"We're with a larger group. Out scouting, thought we could use a drink." Hershel explained.

"Well, we're thinking of setting up around here. Is it safe?" Dave asked Rick.

"It can be, although I have killed a couple of walkers around here." Glenn confessed.

It was silent for a moment, but then Dave started talking again, "So what, you guys set up on the outskirts or something? that new development?"