Torn (TWD Fan-fiction)

Feelings

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I look over to where Andrea is pointing, I can see a figure walking towards us in the distance. I squint my eyes, but it's too far away to make it out. Rick comes walking over followed by Shane, Glenn, and T-dog. Rick looks up at Andrea, "Just the one?" She nods and grabs her gun, "I bet I can nail it from here." Rick instantly shakes his head, "No. No, Andrea put the gun down." Dale comes to stand next to me as Shane walks by and says to Andrea, "You'd best let us handle this." Rick tries to stop him, "Shane, hold up. Hershel wants to deal with walkers." Shane scoffs and gestures over to T-dog and Glenn, "What for, man? We got it covered." Rick mumbles something under his breath and grabs his gun as he runs after the guys. I look over at Dale, "Why is everyone freaking out? It's just one walker." Dale looks back at me, "Yes, but one walker can mean there's a whole group behind it." I nodded my head as I said, "Ohhh..." I looked back over as the guys were nearing the walker. Something didn't feel right. I hobbled over to a pair of binoculars that were on a chair. I turned and looked out to the field, gasping as my breath caught in my throat. I heard a rifle click. I looked up to see Andrea getting ready to fire. I felt the adrenaline running through my veins as I ran towards the RV. I scream, "ANDREA NO!" as I climb the ladder. I was too late. She fired her gun and stood up, smiling with pride. I screamed as I tackled her, both of us falling over the RV's roof. I lost it, I started punching her. Once, twice... five times. She punched me back a few times. I felt blood dripping down my chin.

I felt my blood boiling at the thought of what she just did. I felt my anger burst through the roof. I grabbed Andrea by her shirt and headbutted her. Her head fell back against the floor as Maggie and Lori ran to us and started pulling me off of her. Hershel's voice boomed behind us, "What on earth's going on out here?!" I sat on the ground trying to catch my breath as Rick and Shane walked up to us. I immediately stood up as I saw Daryl dangling in between them. "Is he alright?" I walked up to Daryl and noticed the wound on the side of his head. Rick looked over at me, "He's unconscious. The bullet just grazed him." I stood back as they walked past me to take Daryl inside the house. The group followed after them. Glenn and T-Dog walked up to me as they looked down at Andrea on the ground. T-Dog rushed over to help her up as she groaned and rubbed her head. Glenn gave me a confused look, "What happened to you guys?" I had forgotten that I was bleeding from my nose, I wiped it away with the sleeve of my sweater. "I uh--I tackled her off the RV."