Until Death Do Us Part - D. Dixon

Guts

 "I'm back. Got a guest plus four geeks in the alley."

Morales and T-Dog headed outside as soon as they were geared up. They took out the geeks while Glenn and the man were running up. We closed the door behind the 4 of them when they were done.

They didn't get very far inside the room before Andrea shoved the man up against a stack of boxes. Her gun was already shoved in his face. The safety was on and her finger wasn't on the trigger but still. It's still a little much.

When I caught a glimpse of the man, all the air left my body. His eyes were so full of confusion and worry. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. Instead, Andrea's voice filled the room. She was on the verge of tears.

"Son of a bitch. We ought to kill you."

"Just chill out," Morales snapped.

"R-Rick," I barely whispered.

The room went quiet as everyone looked at me. They looked at the man then me. My brother was the son of a bitch who fired those shots.

My brother was alive.

Andrea let go of him, still fuming with anger. Rick stood in front of me for a moment. He didn't know what to do or say. We both reached out to hug each other at the same time. I had so many questions.

"I-I thought you were dead."

"I thought I was dead too."

"Our family is safe. They're back at camp."

"They're- they're alive?"

"Alive and healthy." I could feel his entire body relax.

I pulled away to look at him. He still looked like Rick. He didn't look like he was in a coma for 4 months. Andrea huffed as she put her hands on her hips. "We're dead, all of us. Because of you," her voice shook Rick now had a confused look on his face.

He glanced between all of us, looking for an answer in our faces. "I-I don't understand," he stuttered. Morales grabbed onto his shoulder. He started pulling him towards the front entrance. Rick looked around the store as he passed by the shelves.

We all followed behind them. "Look, we came into the city to scavenge supplies. You know what the key to scavenging is? Surviving!! You know the key to surviving is? Sneaking in and out, tiptoeing. Not shooting up the streets like it's the O.K Corral." We all stood at the front entrance.

Walkers were covering it several rows deep.

"Geeks for miles hearing you popping off rounds," T said as he looked away from the door.

"You just rang the dinner bell," Andrea sighed.

"Get the picture now," I questioned as I leaned against the glass counter.

The walkers were banging against the door dying to get it. Their growls were growing louder and hungrier by the minute. One of them was breaking the glass with a giant brick. The glass was nearly shattering. All of us started to move away from the door.

"What the hell were you doing out there anyway," I asked.

"Trying to flag the helicopter."

"Helicopter? Man, that's crap. Ain't no damn helicopter," T groaned.

"You were chasing a hallucination, imagining things. It happens," Jacqui assured.

"I saw it," he snapped.

"Hey, T, try that C.B. Can you contact the others," Morales asked.

"Others? How many do you have," he questioned.