Chapter 3

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A/N: I said I had something bigger. I think I might finally have an idea for where this story is going, for now, at least. This chapter is based just after the occurrences of 6x01; the group were successfully sending the herd of walkers in the opposite direction, until the horn was blown and now there are a herd of walkers heading for Alexandria.

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Shit. Shit. Shit. Those were the words that were spiralling through Rosita's head right now. The plan had been working, the army of walkers had been diverted out of Alexandria's path - that was until the horn was sounded. No-one knew where it was from, no-one cared -- all that mattered right now was that the enormous fold of walkers were heading straight for their home, and it wouldn't stand a chance. Shit.

As panic struck the community and the residents started to grab onto others and escape abruptly, Rosita knew what she had to do; she had to get Tara and they had to get out of there. Quickly, and before it was too late. If they weren't out by the time the fences were down, they'd be trapped. 

Rosita could see that the walls keeping Alexandria safe from the dead weren't complying to their purpose, the panels were already shaking in their place. It wouldn't be long before they were down and walkers were flooding the place. Crap.

Tara was asleep, still recovering from her head wound, when Rosita got to her. Rushing to her bedside, "Tara, wake up!" She fretted, "we need to go. Right now." 

The girl in the bed sat up cautiously, creasing her eyebrows in confusion. "What? Why?" 

"Long story. We've gotta get outta here."

Tara disputed, anxiously, "Rosita?!" 

Now getting frustrated at the other girl's persistency, Rosita sighed. "You remember that herd of walkers, that were heading for us?"

Tara nodded, "yeah. What, did the plan not work?"

Not sure how to explain the situation of the mysterious horn, Rosita paused, before saying; "something like that." She was now hurling Tara out of the bed and tossing her boots onto her feet, even though she was pretty sure Tara was fully-capable of doing it by herself by now.

"What are we talking? How much trouble are we in, exactly?"

To state there was a herd on their front lawn was an understatement. "There's enough walkers out there to fill a dozen herds. The walls could be down any minute now. Or maybe they already are."

"Shit."

Rosita glanced over at the table on the opposite side of the room to the bed - there were three hand pistols, a full bottle and a half-empty bottle of water lying on it. "You alright to walk?" When Tara nodded, confidently, she continued. "We could do with as many weapons as we can get, and I have a strong feeling we won't be seeing this place for a while."

Rosita stuffed one of the pistols into her back pocket, chucked one for Tara to catch and kept another in her right hand. "Let's get going. The herd are blocking the gate, we'll have to climb over and hope to find the group when we're out."

Tara nodded, and together they rushed from the building they had been calling home, using the back door as their exit - so that they could reach the wall within seconds.

Finally, some luck.

Once reaching the barrier, they both instinctively peered through any breach they could find to check that the other side was walker-free. It was.

However, a weak spot in the wall just over four houses away proved a problem. It wasn't down yet, but it would be soon.

"There," Rosita pointed as she noticed the walkers pushing their body weight and more into the fence, "we'll need to get over before they get through. Otherwise, we're screwed."

"What are we waiting for?" Tara said, staring up at the wall that towered over them both and eventually taking a step forward.

Rosita inspected her friend's injury one final time, and as Tara patted her off, she prioritised her focus to scanning the wall ahead for any convenient ledges that would make climbing it easier. It'd have to do.

She took one last glance at Tara. "Together?"

"Together." Tara confirmed, taking a deep breathe before lodging her gun in her belt and her right hand into a slot in the wall they were now using as a climbing frame.

Doing the same, Rosita managed to take the first step up and after several more advances higher in the wall, she paused to allow Tara to catch up.

"You're pretty good at this," Tara joked.

Rosita grinned, "I was in scouts when I was a ki-"

She was interrupted by a sudden thud to their right. Shit. The weak spot had collapsed. The walkers were now hauling into Alexandria, several already noticing the two girls only slightly off of the ground.

"Go, go!" Rosita yelled, forcing herself further up the wall.

Now much further up the wall than Tara, Rosita couldn't help but panic when several walkers started heading for Tara; who was struggling to find somewhere to grasp for her next move. The walkers could still grasp her feet easily if they were interested. And they were.

Before she knew it, they were on Tara's tail - and she still hadn't noticed them. "Tara! Watch out!"

She shook her head around, and her face struck fear as three walkers clenched onto her foot. "Shit. Shit, shit." She murmured, frantically trying to kick them away. Her head was racing, and it wasn't doing any good for her recovery.

She had to help. Sliding herself hurriedly down the wall, Rosita grabbed the knife that she carried in her pocket at all times. She was on the ground.

In a far too familiar way, Rosita drove the blade through each of the three walker's heads - letting them drop to the ground and declaring them dead. Officially dead. She hadn't learnt that in scouts.

Shit. This had attracted more of them, and more than just three.

Striking her focus back on the wall, she said - "keep going. We can't take them all on. Go!"

Hastily, and in the actions of a complete state of pure panic, the two of them managed to reach the top of the wall, allowing them to take a breathe.

"Thanks for that." Tara sighed, "I thought I was a gonna."

"Not if I have anything to say about it." She replied, causing a smirk to cross Tara's face.

They were both perched on the top of the wall, each of their legs hanging each side of it. One side held five or six walkers who had their interest on the two girls at the top, the other held just trees and a long walk ahead.

High on the wall, Tara now had her first chance to see the scale of walkers that were attacking their home. Not that they'd be calling it "home" again. It was gone. Overrun.

"Shit. You weren't kidding. There really are a dozen of them out there." 

"Yeah. Let's get moving," Rosita pulled her leg over the side they would be climbing down on, "getting down is always easier."

Rosita had succeeded in reaching the ground first, and it was a relief to be back on it and not be threatened by walkers. Not yet, anyway. Tara wasn't far behind, but the walkers were shaking the panel harder than ever now - crashing their bodies hard against it from the opposite side. It would hold for long enough for them both to get away, but one of the urges against the wall proved tougher than any of the others - forcing Tara off of it's protection and hard onto the ground, resulting in her landing vulnerably on her leg. Shit.

Rosita crouched down beside her, lifting her up and keeping her up by her shoulders. "You okay?"

"Mhm," Tara bent down to inspect her ankle, "I've probably just sprained it. I'll be okay."

"You better hope so, because we haven't got any medicine to treat anything worse until we've found the group."

"How are we going to find the group? Do we even know what direction they went in?"

Rosita shuck her head. They were alone. Shit.

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