"If you think Rick is the problem, I guess you don't know what I'm fucking capable of you asshole." - Rhea Dixon
"I guess I do have more balls even than you Shane." - Rhea Dixon
"I'm a Dixon. And I've been through a lot more hell than any of you ev...
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Walkers. The dead fuckers were coming from everywhere, every hour.
And it was pissing off Rhea and Xander the most, because they knew it was Alpha. Alexandria was nearly surrounded.
"They keep coming from the direction of the border. Just a constant wave after wave." Aaron explained to everyone.
"This is her." Carol stated.
"The fucking herd." Rhea added pissed off.
"You know vour training. Lock it down." Michonne ordered.
HOUR FOURTEEN
The walkers growled in the distance, limping over to Alexandria in a bigger group than before.
They were coming non-stop, a bigger wave each hour.
There was no stopping them other than all Alexandrians having to take care of them.
HOUR NINETEEN
HOUR TWENTY TWO
HOUR TWENTY FOUR
HOUR THIRTY ONE
HOUR THIRTY SEVEN
HOUR FORTY FOUR
Wave after wave. Herd after herd. The more they killed, the more they just came back. None of them has had any proper sleep for almost two days.
The young couple couldn't be there for their little girl, and that was pissing them off even more. She was staying with Judith and R.J, and Judith told her big brother that Corina woke up every night with screams from the night terrors, and they weren't there for her.
And that was killing them.
HOUR FORTY NINE
An even bigger herd was coming through the trees, from all sides this time.
Alexandria was slowly being surrounded without realising it, they needed to act now before it was too late.
"How long until the next wave hits?" Michonne asked.
"One hour from the North, two from the South." Eugene looked from his binoculars "Northern wave's thicker than fleas on a farm dog, but Southern's more dispersed. By my estimation we'll be fighting into the night again."
"We can't handle that long again, surely." Rhea huff, wiping sweat from her forehead and panting.
"Yeah, can't push 'em too much further." Daryl agreed.
"I have eyes." Michonne snapped, taking them off guard a bit. She sighed and looked down in guilt "Sorry. I'm just tired."
"We all are." He replied, Rhea placed her hand on her shoulder comfortingly.
"Hey heads up." Xander called out, pointing to the road.
A skin person walked up to them, meeting them at the defences. She looked sternly at them.
