Surviving. (Book Two.)

Chapter Fifty.

also, who saw talking dead after sundays episode? does anyone else think that wolf man scrubs up pretty well? 

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Daryl;

I stared at the walkie talkie in my hand, my grip tightening when I realised that it was completely silent. She had turned it off. 

I wanted to scream, shout or throw the damn thing at the closest tree but I know I couldn't. It was the only thing that could let me know if she was alive or not. 

"Daryl?" 

I turned to look at Sasha and Abraham, who were watching me with curious eyes.

"What happened?" 

I ignored her, moving over to the door of the tanker that I had stopped so I could get out and talk to Sarah in private, "C'mon. Let's get back."

She climbed in after me, Abraham following and they shared a glance before the man cleared his throat, "What happened?" 

"Sarah said tha' the wall came down. It's gone." 

"Gone?" she echoed, "All of it?" 

"I don't know, but we have to go back. There could be people who made it out. We gotta go help 'em." 

The redhead nodded, slamming his door shut, "Then let's go finish this mission." 

Honestly, I thought that something else would go wrong, that the engine wouldn't start or something but it didn't and I had to smile. Now all we had to do was get home.

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Sarah;

Remember when I had said that I had done this before? Yeah, well I meant on a scale from ten to fifteen walkers. Not this. 

Taking that first step off of Jessie's front porch, it honestly felt like I was walking to my death and I could feel myself starting to panic. Carl, sensing my discomfort, gave my hand a light squeeze.

"We'll be okay." he whispered before we descended into the swarm and I had to smile at how brave he was being. 

Sam, not so much.

I swear that we hadn't made it ten feet before he began calling out for Jessie, his voice getting progressively louder as we continued. 

I get that the poor kid is scared but come on, surely he realised that this was not the best time to start whining. He could have waited 'till we were a little bit safer before he freaked out. 

When he continued pleading for his mom's attention, Ron swiftly kicked him on the back of the leg, muttering for him to shut up. 

As we slowly made our way towards the armoury, ever so often, if a walker got to close, either Michonne or Carl would tighten their grip on my hand. 

Whether that was to get rid of my fear or what, I don't know but either way, I was grateful. 

Eventually, we made it to somewhat less invaded space and Rick pulled us to a halt.

"This..." he whispered, "Going to the armoury will be too dangerous. The quarry, that's where we left all of our armed vehicles are. Then we'll all drive 'em back here and lead them away."

I stayed quiet, tensing again when one walker decided to inspect me closer before shuffling on it's merry way. 

Honestly, I would do anything Rick said right now. He's the one who's kept us all alive this long. There was no denying that.