Chapter 23
"Rick, we can't wait any longer," Maggie voiced, her tone edged with urgency.
"I know, I know. Daryl, myself, Michonne, and Bob will go after her. We'll hit up some of the buildings in town too, just to be safe. We leave in five minutes," Rick decided, his face set in determination as he walked away.
The others turned to get ready while I sat down on the crates by the door and waited. What the hell could this girl have gotten into? My brain started to cycle, and I couldn't get a hold on why I really cared for this girl. She could do whatever she wanted, HELL, she could even die, and I wouldn't care—but was that the truth?
Soon, we were out, walking through the town and through shops and shops. We walked for an hour, all the while Bob was complaining about his feet hurting and the sun melting him into a puddle of water. I only rolled my eyes at his babyness. Like, get a grip, man.
It was almost dark before we spotted anything promising—a small, dilapidated house nestled away from the main road, partially hidden by overgrown bushes and trees. It looked like it hadn't been touched in years, but it was exactly the kind of place Artemis might seek out for some solitude.
"Looks like we got ourselves a lead," Rick muttered, glancing around to make sure we hadn't attracted any unwanted attention.
We approached the house cautiously, our weapons at the ready. Michonne took point, her katana gleaming even in the fading light. Bob followed, still muttering about his feet, but quieter now. Rick and I brought up the rear.
As we got closer, I noticed a faint light flickering through one of the broken windows. My heart started to pound. If she was in there, why hadn't she signaled us?
Rick motioned for us to spread out and surround the house. We nodded in silent agreement and moved into position. The place was eerily quiet, the only sounds were our own breathing and the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind.
On Rick's signal, we breached the door. It creaked open, and we stepped inside, weapons drawn. The interior was dark, the air stale and musty. We moved through the small rooms, checking corners and shadows.
Just as we entered what looked like a living room, a figure lunged at us from the darkness. Before I could react, I felt a sharp blade pressed against my throat, an arm wrapped around my head, pulling me backward.
"Drop your weapons,"
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