the deceased ❀ glenn rhee

four

THE DECEASED
four | ❝I'll put them to use strangling you❞

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AURORA SCOWLED, EYEING THE NEW group suspiciously. Morales looked beyond angry, as did Andrea, and T-Dog. Jacque was staring back at Aurora, nervously, and Glenn seemed to be as confused as Rick. A flash of blonde hair caught Aurora's eye, and she saw Andrea hurry up a flight of stairs, quickly pursued by everyone else. Rick sighed, defeated, before following the towards the roof, giving Aurora no chance but to do the same.   

"What is that maniac doing?" Morales questioned, panting as he ran up the stairs, not bothering to explain to either Aurora, or Rick, what was happening.

"Come on," Glenn encouraged, holding the door open for Aurora. She hurried past him, muttering a quick thank you, but focusing her attention on the main issue, rather than an act of kindness.

Morales opened the door to the roof in a swift move, but he groaned loudly, slowing down his running. Once Aurora followed Rick onto the concrete platform, she saw the issue, and she too groaned. The problem, was a man holding a large rifle, aiming it down into the streets of Atlanta, shooting walkers. He laughed, sadistically, ever so often, as if this were a game.

"Hey Dixon, you crazy?" T-Dog demanded, approaching the man. His balding blond hair was plastered on his face with sweat, and his laugh was gruff.

"Oh jeez," Andrea fumed, backing away from the man. Everyone seemed scared of him except T-Dog, Rick, and Aurora. She didn't see why people didn't stand up against him, but as soon as he began waving his gun stupidly around, Aurora saw why.

"Hey! Y'all be more polite to a man with a gun, eh? Just common sense," he bragged, a thick redneck accent cutting the air like glass. Everything fit together like a jigsaw piece. The man's reckless behaviour was explained because he was a redneck, and he was most likely high, or on drugs, which would explain his chesty voice.

"Merle, you wasting bullets we ain't got!" T-Dog exclaimed, rolling his eyes. T-Dog's bravery was inspiring to Aurora; she thought it anyone was going to stand up to 'Merle', it would of been Morales.

"Hey! Bad enough I've got this taco-bender on my ass all day," the redneck shouted, pointing to Morales, "now I'm gonna take orders from you? I don't think so, bro. That'll be the day."

Aurora glared over at Rick, uneasily. Something was going to go wrong, she could sense it, and it was just a matter of time. If T-Dog kept pushing Merle like this, then who knows that could happen. Rick, however, didn't move from where he was standing. For someone who used to be a cop, he wasn't being useful during this ordeal.

"That'll be the day? You got something you wanna tell me?" T-Dog yelled, storming over to Merle, chest pointed out.

Merle looked as though he was about to speak again, but before any words came out, his actions spoke first; he punched T-Dog, sending him flying to the ground.

"Come on Merle, that's enough!" Morales shouted, but that's the only thing anyone did. Nobody physically stopped Merle. Aurora would have liked to, but she was rusty with her training. Plus, rednecks don't typically play fair.

"Come on, Dixon!" Andrea yelled, holding her gun up with shaking hands.

"Whoa, cut it out, man!"