million dollar man | twd

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[ bad luck ]
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The convoy drove for several more hours, navigating the treacherous roads and keeping an eye out for any potential threats. The landscape gradually shifted from rural to a small town, its streets eerily silent and abandoned. Rick signaled for the group to pull over, deciding it was time to search for more supplies.

Vanessa hopped out of the truck, stretching her stiff limbs. Getting paired with Michonne, they set off down the main street, keeping their weapons ready. The town had a few promising-looking shops and buildings that might hold the supplies they needed.

Vanessa and Michonne walked cautiously through the remnants of an old hardware store, the shelves picked over but still holding the occasional useful item. They moved quietly, alert to any sounds that might indicate danger. The store was dimly lit, the sunlight filtering through broken windows casting eerie shadows.

Vanessa picked up a box of nails, tossing it into her bag. "We should be able to use these for something," she said.

Michonne nodded, glancing around. "Keep an eye out for anything else we can use."

They continued their search, moving methodically through the aisles. Suddenly, the unmistakable growl of walkers reached their ears. Vanessa's heart skipped a beat as she turned to see a horde of them shambling through a broken door at the back of the store.

"Shit," Michonne muttered, drawing her katana. "We need to move, now."

Vanessa pulled out her knife, and they both began to fight their way through the growing number of walkers. The confined space of the store made it difficult to maneuver, and they quickly found themselves surrounded.

"Get to the front!" Michonne shouted, slashing at the nearest walker.

Vanessa fought her way towards the front of the store, her heart pounding. She could hear Michonne behind her, the sound of her katana cutting through the air, and the groans of the walkers growing louder.

Just as Vanessa reached the front door, a walker lunged at her, grabbing her wrist. She struggled to free herself, the walker's teeth gnashing dangerously close. She managed to push it away, but not before its teeth clamped down on her wrist.

The pressure was intense, but the metal and leather bands of all the bracelets she wore held strong, preventing the teeth from piercing her skin.

Vanessa kicked the walker away and ran outside, panting heavily. Michonne emerged moments later, covered in walker blood and breathing hard.

"You okay?" Michonne asked, her eyes scanning Vanessa for injuries.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Vanessa replied quickly.

As they made their way back to camp, Vanessa's mind raced, her thoughts a jumbled mess of fear and relief. When they arrived, she headed straight for the back of one of the cars, sitting down and trying to steady her breathing. She could feel the panic rising, her hands shaking uncontrollably.