Wake the Dead

chapter 30

Water, granola bars, knives, and jacket.

I was making a mental check list of shit to bring for the run. It was earlier in the morning, but Rick didn't want to wait any longer to head out. Rick, Daryl, Glenn, and I where the only ones going out on this run. T-dog and Maggie wanted to come along, but we needed someone to stay on watch.

Daryl wanted me to stay back, but another day alone without the few people I can actually handle in this group, I would explode... Daryl hadn't said much to me after getting caught by Glenn last night, he was very uncomfortable about it. I didn't try to push him about it, knowing I already had pushed him enough recently.

I closed up my backpack and threw it on my shoulders, then waited as Rick and Glenn said bye to the ones they loved. We all walked out the door and piled into a car. I sat in the back with Daryl as we drove off.

Their was a small strip mall at least 30 minutes away and if we are lucky the guns and ammo shop didn't get cleared out already. The ride was awkwardly silent, besides when Rick talked telling us everything we needed to grab. I saw Daryl give harsh looks to Glenn a few times, but then I also felt his gaze flicker over to me. 

We pulled up in front of a few stores that I didn't recognize besides a small grocery store and pharmacy. Rick said that Daryl and I should split up right now because we both only had silent weapons. He started to protest against that, but Rick assured him that it was better for us to split up into pairs of two. 

"He's right, Daryl. It will go quicker if we split up." I said to him, only receiving a look and him walking off.

There was no way Daryl was going with Glenn, so him and Rick went off into the grocery store and pharmacy while Glenn and I went into the clothing and gun store. We walked over to the gun store, which I was oddly excited about going inside. "Uh, sorry about last night." Glenn told me, not making eye contact.

"It's alright, not a big deal." I said, still looking around us for walkers.

"Well not to you, but Daryl is another story." 

I snorted a little. "He's just being Daryl, he'll get over it." I assured him as we reached the doors.

Glenn nodded as I tried to open the door, it was locked. That was a good sign. I bent down and started to pick the lock with the tip of my knife. "Will that actually work?" Glenn whispered down to me, trying to watch behind us. 

A few moments later I got it unlocked and pushed the door open, causing Glenn to smile at me. We quietly moved inside, looking all around, but there was no sign of walkers. The shelves weren't full, it looks like the owner stocked up and then made a run for it, locking up behind him, but there was still plenty left. "Fuck yes." I breathed as I started packing boxes of ammo into my bag.

Glenn had a smile on his face as he started doing the same thing. "We hit the jack pot." He said as he looked around. 

I walked over to the room that they kept all their pistols and felt like a kid on Christmas morning. I squealed as I walked over and grabbed a few, throwing them in my bag, then picked out the best one for myself. I admired it and then checked to see if it already had ammo in it. Four rounds, sweet. 

Glenn came in and his smile grew as he looked around. He grabbed a few silencers and then some rifles and shot guns. I was excited to show the rest of the group what we found. 

When we left, there was still a lot left, but we couldn't carry it all and we could always just come back. I made sure to use my knife and lock the store back up after us even though anyone can probably pick a lock. 

I put the gun I picked out in the waist band of my pants, hopefully I wont need to use it right now. 

I had recently gone on a run for clothes, so when we got to the clothing store we only grabbed a couple of things for everybody; Glenn getting stuff for the guys and I got stuff for the women. I grabbed multiple pairs of gloves, socks, and scarves because I had the feeling this winter was going to be a rough one.