Don't Dream It's Over // Glenn Rhee

Chapter 55

Kira

"Open your eyes, Kira."

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I walked through the prison, carrying a box of hand guns and extra ammo boxes to place them in places only we'll know about in case of emergency. The area was quiet, but I could still hear the walkers from outside the fences begging to get in. 

I approach the barrel sitting in the corner. I lift the lid, grabbing another cylinder shaped item and forced it down. It stops halfway and I place three handguns inside, along with three boxes.  

A high pitched whistle fills my ears. I turn over my shoulder and whistle back, hearing the footsteps approaching. Jack turns the corner, greeting me with a smile. I lightly laugh, shaking my head as I remembered the familiar whistle we used to do as kids.

"Can't believe you remember it." He says.

"How could I not? We called it our echolocation like the Baluga Whales." I chuckle. He looks down, stopping in his tracks. I see his shoulders rise up before falling slowly. I furrow my brows, realizing he's got something on his mind. "What is it?" He shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders as he looks around the empty corridors.

"Just..." He exhales deeply. "Are you worried? You know, about having this shootout with the Governor?" He asks.

"Worried about what?"

"Losing? Or losing people?" I glance down. 

"I am. A little. But I feel that we're going to win anyways."

"How can you tell? They've got the numbers."

"But we've got strategy." He frowns. I shake my head.

"Just because you have numbers, doesn't always mean anything. You can have fifty people, but not all fifty may know how to fight, or even use a gun. The Governor is recruiting people. And from I've heard, they're all military wannabe's. So they're not military trained at all."

"Neither are we. Neither are you. Sure, you were a cop, but...I wasn't. Daryl. Carol. Glenn delivered pizzas."

"But with the training we've had through these times, how do we know the Governor isn't simply trading them how to use a gun 101? We took our time with it. We made time. The Governor is most likely doing the whole point, aim, shoot." Jack nods.

"Yeah, I guess that's a point." He utters. I walk over to him, grabbing his shoulders. He picks up his head and meets my eyes.

"You don't have to fight if you're scared. Beth, Carl and Hershel will go someplace safe until it's over." Jack nods his head again, but I could tell he still wasn't satisfied.

"But what if we come back and everyone's..." He trails off.

"That won't happen." I shake my head. "If anything happens, I will find you, okay?"

"Whistle?"

"Whistle." I confirm. "No matter what happens, Jack, we will always find each other. If it's walkers, we meet up in the woods, and we signal each other. If it's walkers, people, anything, meet in the woods and whistle just like we used to as kids." A smile finally spreads over his face and he gives me a nod. I stand on my toes and wrap my arms around him tightly. "I won't ever let anything happen to you." 

A sudden gunshot fills the prison. Jack and I break the hug and we quickly take off running towards the cell block. We push through the door, dart across the cell and come to a stop at the dining area when we see Beth standing with a gun in her hand. Glenn is down on the ground, Merle was storming off, Maggie and Michonne are standing to the side, everyone's breathless.