[EDITING]
you took a polaroid of us,
then discovered,
the rest of the world was black and white,
but we were in screaming color,
and I remember thinking
are we out of the woods yet?
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HATLIN'S BAR / GREENE FARM 📍
tw: mentions of sexual assault
season 2, episode 9
Rick and I slowly pulled away from each other, and the back of my hand wiped any stray tears on my cheeks. Glenn and Hershel slowly walked towards us while looking down at the dead body below us, Glenn's hands shook.
"Holy shit." Glenn breathed out, and Rick turned his head towards the shaken man.
"You alright?" Rick asked him, Glenn hesitantly nodded his head and walked towards me. Glenn delicately placed his hand on my shoulder his voice falling into a whisper when speaking to me.
"You okay, Nola? I'm sorry this happened— I should've-" I brought my finger towards Glenn's lips and shushed him, a weak smile on my lips.
"I'm fine. Let's just... get the hell outta here." I sighed exhaustedly, Glenn eagerly nodded his head and hooked his arm with mine to lead me towards the door. Rick had checked up on Hershel and grabbed the gun and ammo off of Tony, the four of us quickly made our way towards the bar doors ready to go back home.
As the four of us are closing in on the door bright lights flash through the window, car wheels approaching the bar. "Car, Car, Car!" Rick harshly whispers, the four of us quickly lean against the wall near the window.
Glenn's arm is still hooked in mine as we're all leaning against the pasty wall and the draped covered window. Glenn closed his eyes as he shook nervously, my arm tightened around his to offer him comfort.
"Dave? Tony?" A man's voice called out. I let out a shaky breath, my eyes instinctively looking at Tony's dead body in the corner of the room.
"He said over here?" The same man asked.
"Yeah." Another man loudly answered, my eyes glanced over towards Rick to see him gulp, his hand resting on the grip of his gun.
"I'm telling you, man, I heard shots."
"I saw roamers two streets over. Might be more around here."
