The Dead World

Forty Four ~ Jesus

Phoebe stopped running the two men beside her slowing as well "Don't stop i'm just tying my hair up, i'll catch up go" she waved them off flipping her hair forward she gathered the sweat soaked curls into a messy bun tying it off with the hairband on her wrist, the hair felt like it was hot enough to cook an egg as the sun cooked it instead before she sighed breaking out into a run again quickly catching her brother and Daryl.

They were both as sweaty as her, the heat was not helping but just ahead they saw the vending machine Daryl and Rick had attached to the van.

"Must have fallen off" she panted, Rick beside her was bent over holding his knees as he tried to catch his breath while Daryl was rooting through his bag, she linked her hands behind her head to open up her airways "Fuck sake Ricky stand up" 

Daryl grabbed a crowbar and smashed the glass from the vending machine, leaning forward she looked inside reaching in she grabbed two chocolate bars, throwing one to her brother she ripped hers open and bit down.

"This was special request from the doctor" he held up two cans of the orange soda she'd asked for.

"Hey whatever she wants, she saved Carls life. We didn't know her and she turned out to be alright" Rick answered taken the busted can Daryl offered him "There's still people out here and they're still people, we should bring them in"

"What like this guy?" Daryl pointed down the road rolling his eyes he took the can from Ricks hand holding it out for Phoebe who let the liquid dribble from the hole in it into her mouth and winced, warm, flat soda. Yum.

"No, not this guy" Rick snarled and she chuckled shrugging.

"I don't know he didn't actually hurt any of us"

"Not this guy" Rick repeated.

"Fine"

"We still got a trail" Daryl pointed to the road making her sigh once more before they all started running again, they better find this fucking truck after all this running.

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Daryl held his hand up as they approached a hill, they crept up it and when this was over she was so going to tease them for how they were all but crawling up the hill to peek over but there he was...Knelt down trying to fix a flat tire was Paul Rovia AKA Runaway Jesus.

They crept into the woods to go round and then they split up, Rick was the first one to make a move all but jumping on him Rick pinned his arms to his body from the back "Stay still and maybe we won't hurt you"

Paul dropped his arms "Sure thing" she watched as he thrusted his elbow into Ricks stomach, when her brother bent forward Paul snapped his head back connecting with Ricks nose before he grabbed Ricks arm and twisted himself out of the hold, he kicked her brother to the ground before he spun.

Daryl attacked him next and found himself being thrown against the side of the van but before Paul could escape they watched Phoebe rugby tackle the long haired man to the ground, straddling the man she grabbed her gun flicking the safety off she held it up in the matter of seconds and felt Paul untense below her.

Phoebe heard two more guns being cocked behind her "This is done" Rick growled at him, a stray walker stumbled from the forest at the noise, Paul leant up on his elbows but Phoebe stayed sat on his knees gun pointed right between his brows.

"Do you even have any ammo?" he scoffed and all three of them looked up re-aiming at the walker it fell with three bullet holes to the head before all three guns were once again on him "Okay, you're going to shoot me over a truck?"

Daryl reached down with his spare hand and all but dragged Phoebe to her feet not liking her straddling the guy.

"There's a lot of food on that truck" Rick shrugged.