-david-
"a cop"
he looked at me with disbelief. he and I know that there are no more of those. just survivors that can tell of it.
"why are you looking for a cop?"
"he was there when......"
I froze. I didn't know if I should tell him. I didn't know if it mattered
"he was there when I escaped Atlanta"
"you were in Atlanta?"
"I came there after it fell, looked to be gone awhile"
"I was up in the 2nd story of a stocks exchange building"
"how did you get out?"
"luck"
"the same day a cop came through there, expecting there to be a refugee center probably"
"he came through and was attacked, he must've done something smart cuase he got to higher ground or something while the dead were eating his ride"
"eating his ride?"
" a horse"
"he started popping off rounds and attracted the dead his way"
"I was able to slip away"
I didn't know if I said something off or he knew what I was talking about but he looked back to a Asian dude that must have got there while I was talking.
"what's your name?"
"david"
"how long were you out there?"
"since Atlanta"
he stopped to consider his options probably. looked back at Hershel. he nodded
"well, um.. just get some rest"
"we will talk later"
I walked over to the bed as they walked out of the room. I sat on the bed and thought.
how did he know that?
was he the cop?
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Always Running
FanfictionIt has been five years since the world turned to shit. David Anderson has survived thanks to Rick Grimes, but even he is gone now. The group has been through hell, first with the prison and then Alexandria. Now they survive in a cabin in the mountai...
