Self Inflicted

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We've been trying to run the best we can, keeping ahead of the horde. The horn is still blaring and we've been stopping periodically to try to get ahold of Tobin, hopefully use more gunfire to draw them back. At this point, I think the horn is too loud and we're too close. 

"Try again," I say breathlessly. 

 "Tobin, it's not stopping. Light it up. You hear me?" Rick is frustrated, as are the rest of us. "Tobin!" A walker catches up to us, snarling from Michonne's right. "Luna."

"Got it." I bring my sword back out and move around a tree, stepping over some branches and taking the walker out. 

"Shit. Shit. It was half. Jesus, it was more than half," the nervous man is looking around frantically. 

"We just gotta stay ahead of them," Glenn comments confidently. Something I admire about Glenn is how calm and level-headed he always seems to be. 

"They walk, we run," Michonne confirms and we continue running. 

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"Ah!" Annie shouts and clutches her ankle. 

"You okay?" Heath bends down to help her.

"It's my ankle," she winces in pain as she tries to stand and Glenn moves over toward her. 

"Alright, come on. Grab on," he helps stand her up and drop his bag that I pickup, throwing it over my shoulders. "Let's go."

"It's coming from back home," Scott says, he showed up after we had been here for awhile. Scott, Annie, and heath were all on a long run together when they showed back up one day. 

"He did this. He brought us all out here to die," the man with the floppy hat is angry and gesturing at Rick. "He killed Carter."

"Carter was dead already," I point out, remembering Carter's face that was missing a giant chunk. 

"Now they're in trouble back there and we're done. We're as good as dead."

"Hey, calm down," Rick's voice and demeanor is calm but I can see in his eyes what he's thinking. He will do anything to get back to his family and keep everyone safe. Even if that means the needs of the many over the few.

"We are done. And it's 'cause of him." 

"Shut up and move. Come on," Heath shuts him up. 

"Alright, listen up," Rick calls the attention of everyone in the group. "Here's the new plan. I go back, get the RV, circle around the woods on Redding," he's using his hands, pointing in the direction he's talking about, he's drenched in sweat and his beige shirt is clinging to him. "I'll get in front of them before they get there. I can lead them away." 

"RV's a mile back. I can go with you," Glenn suggests. 

"I'll handle it. Just go home. They might need you there," Ricks looks between Glenn, Michonne, and I. "Glenn, Michonne, Luna," he nods to the side and we all step away with him again. 

"If something's in front of you, you kill it. No hiding, no waiting. You keep going."

"I'm going with you. You can't do this on your own," Glenn is shaking his head. 

"Glenn, I can do this." 

"You need to help us. We have to get these people back," Michonne glances at the disheveled group. 

"We need as many extra hands as possible," I'm pleading our case. 

"Thing is, they aren't all gonna make it," Rick pipes up again.