49| Bottle

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Y/n POV

We made it to the top of the building and Michonne tried to open the door and it woudjnt budge, the walkers behind us were catching up.

"We don't have an exist" She said as she groaned out,

"Then we make one" Daryl said as he stood on top of a window.

"Get down!" Tyreece yelled as he threw a fire extinguisher through the window. Glass shattered everywhere as Daryl did his best to cover up his face so he would not get hit with any oncoming glass.

"Come on move it!" Daryl said as he helped Michonne get up. "Jump down to the walkway below" Daryl told her. Daryl grabbed my hand as Tyreece helped me get up and I jumped to the same walkway in front of me.

When Bob jumped, he missed, planted his feet and fell with his bag dangling over the ledge. The Walker got a hold of his back and pulled it down with him, but Bob kept a tight grip on the bag, not letting go.

Tyreece was the first one to go over to Bob as the rest of us followed behind grabbing onto each other to pull Bob up the best as we could.

"Bob, let it go" Michonne said as Bob was fighting with the walker so hold onto his bag.

Bob didn't listen to her. He kept pulling on his bag to get it back from the group from the walkers. I was getting frustrated because we had enough medicine and I didn't know what was in the bag that was so important to Bob that he couldn't just let it go, because at this point it was or the bag because if he held on any longer, the walkers would get to him.

"Let it go, man" Tyreece said as he kept a tight grab on Bob to make sure that he wouldn't fall down into the pit of the walkers that was below us. "Just let it go."

"Let go of the bag, man" Daryl grunted as he stood over us.

Bob was able to give one more final pull and got his bag back. He threw it onto the ledge where we were all standing on and we all caught our breath. Bob still laid on the ledge, trying to catch his breath. Darrell went over to his bag and found a bottle of alcohol sticking out. I sat back in a huff.

Bob then stood up and looked over at Daryl. Daryl did not move. He kept his eyes on the bottle of alcohol in his hand. We fought with Walker over a bag that had alcohol in it when Bob had told us how bad alcohol was for him.

"You got no meds in your bag? Just this? Maybe you should have kept walking that day." Daryl growled, he turned around like he was going to throw the bottle.

"Don't" Bob said as he went to grab his gun, Daryl got in his face and took his gun. Daryl pulled him up by his collar.

"Just let it go, Daryl" Tyreece said as he looked over. I huffed and walked over.

"Daryl, stop" I said as I stepped between the boys, (Daryl this isn't you 😔)

"The man's made his choice. Nothing you can do about it. Just gotta let it go." I told Daryl as I pushed him back slightly.

"I don't want to hurt nobody. It was just for when it gets quiet." Bob muttered under his breath.

"Take one sip, when those meds get in our people, I will beat your add into the ground. You hear me?" Daryl growled as he shoved the bottle into Bobs chest and walked away.

U stood by Bob, alcohol was a touchy subject around us. Bob didn't mean any harm. It was just he didn't have his head in the right place. Addiction is more than what you really think. It doesn't just take over someone, it takes over their mind and body.

"Let's go" I mumbled as I picked up his bag for him. He nodded and took it from him and put it on his back.

When we made it back to the car, there was a lot of tension filled around us. For someone who didn't like confirmation, it would've been a really uncomfortable place for them.

I stood by Bob as he was smoking a cigarette. I don't want him to be left alone and he didn't deserve it. I sat in the back with Tyreece and Bob. I sat in the middle to try and ease the situation.

Michonne was driving this time, I played with the ring in my finger taking it off and putting it on different fingers to see if it would fit or not. It was quiet.

It was quiet. It wasn't like one of those comfortable silences. It was awkward and it made my skin fall being in the same car. It's like you could hear your own heartbeat.

We are in a van and it was much way room. It felt good to go back to the prison so I could see Glenn again. The sooner we did the sooner we could get everyone back to normal.

I tapped my foot on the bottom of the car floor. It was something to do when I was nervous. I didn't do it so much to where the whole entire car would shake, the silence was taking over me.

It was like it was eating me alive. I started to wonder what people were doing back at the prison if more people were getting sick or if more people were getting better. I hope there weren't any more death that we had to take care of and bury because I was tired of burying people.

People that were way too young to die and it wasn't their time yet. There was way too much of that and I wanted it to stop as soon as possible .

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