After serving his country overseas for a decade, being in Iraq and Afghanistan during active war, 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬. Staff Sergeant Nathan Grimes finds himself on the front lines yet again. This time however, was diff...
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Just near the prison, in what was once a cozy little home, Nate felt the warmth of his daughter as she rested comfortably in his arms. She only woke when the sound of a car came down the drive. "They're here."
"Alright, alright." Following in Jamie's direction, he pulled himself off the couch and headed towards the screen door.
It had been a couple weeks since the governor's meltdown and after murdering his own people, he seemed to have vanished into thin air.
"Surprised you guys made it without having to bring the bus." He heard Danny joke as he stepped out onto the porch.
Daryl, climbing off his motorcycle, was immediately ambushed with the girl's excitement as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "Woulda been easier than debating on who gotta come for ten minutes."
"It's an adjustment for them. It'll get easier in time." Danny told him.
A box full of supplies in hand, Rick came from behind the SUV with Tyreese. Upon hearing the snipers comment, his gaze shifted to his younger brother. "Thought this was only supposed to last a couple weeks?"
After discovering the governor's betrayal, Karen, along with a bus load of other Woodbury residents were taken in by the same people they once thought of as terrorists. And with so many of their familiar faces within the prisons walls, it grew increasingly more difficult for Nate to overcome the traumatic experiences endured by the hands of the governor. Not to mention the pain caused by his own family.
Nate gave a small head nod back toward the door. "Come on. We can talk inside."
Canned goods, a couple gallons of water, and some basic medical supplies were placed on the counter before Rick broke their silence. "Brought some things I figured you might need."
Facing his brother, Nate's quick glance to the boxes contents ended with a sigh. "You didn't have to do that. There's more people back at the prison to look after now. You guys could use more than us."
"Don't worry about back home. This is for you guys." Rick leaned back to rest his weight against the kitchen sink. "So, I guess based off the way Danny was talking out there, this isn't a temporary thing, huh?"
"No, it's not." Nate's hands were shoved into his pockets with the level of discomfort he felt.
Rick's eyes dreadfully closed when needing a minute to pull himself together. "Were you even going to tell me if I hadn't heard his comment just now?"
Peering at the disheartening image of his older brother in a tortured mindset, Nate's shoulders dropped. "Of course I was."
"This isn't like you hiding your blood pack all over again?" A brow lifted out of curiosity.
