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Levi and Glenn groaned in frustration, turning back up the road with the rest of the group trailing behind them. Everyone except for Abraham. He remained rooted in place, staring out over the massive horde, mumbling under his breath as the others called for him. He ignored them.
"Hold up," he said suddenly.
"Dad, we've got to go," Melissa said, her voice laced with urgency.
"No," he replied curtly. "They can't hear us, and they can't see us. Not from here. We're fine."
"Yeah, this is the definition of fine," Tara muttered sarcastically.
Glenn exhaled sharply. "We need the map. There's gotta be a detour."
"Not doing it," Abraham said firmly, his tone unwavering. "We've detoured and detoured from Houston to Georgia. Not playing that game anymore."
"What, you wanna go through that?!" Stella scoffed, appalled by his recklessness. The idea that he would risk his own daughter's life for this was beyond infuriating. "Not happening."
"You've got a shitstorm behind door A and a storm of shit behind door B," Abraham snapped back. "If you're lucky, it's just walkers or a shot-up truck. But sooner or later, you get concerned. You wind up staying, or you wind up killing. We don't go back. We can't go back!"
A tall figure appeared in front of the girl, his eyes narrowed at Abraham. "Hey, calm down," Levi said, his chest heaving at the tone he had just used toward Stella.
"I'm not talking about going back," the girl rounded Levi, "Just south a few miles," She reasoned, but she was cut off just as abruptly.
"No!" Abraham shot back.
"We already hit a full stop because of an air filter compromised by innards. That will happen again," Eugene pointed out.
"Then we'll hit it with the hose," Abraham countered, turning his gaze back toward the mass of undead.
"The tank is empty, Abraham," Rosita reminded him, exasperation evident in her tone.
"If we floor it—"
"We'll still hit them. They'll slow us down, and then we'll stop," Stella interjected, her voice rising with frustration.
"I'm not risking my family's life—" Glenn spoke.
"I'm not saying we just go straight!" Abraham bellowed.
"Abraham..." Rosita sighed, her patience thinning along with everyone else's.
"We can get through!" His voice was raw with conviction as he turned sharply to face them, his face flushed with anger. "I know it! That means we are not going south, not going around, and not going back!"
