the deceased ❀ glenn rhee

eight

THE DECEASED
eight | ❝great fucking timing❞

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"YOU'RE NOT DOING THIS ALONE," Rick sighed, rubbing his forehead tiredly. After finding the bloody hand of Merle Dixon, the next thing to do was to retrieve the bag of guns. And even Aurora, who was positive coming on the mission, was beginning to see how impossible it was.

Being stood in a small and abandoned lab was only creating tension between Daryl, and pretty much everyone. It was clear all he wanted to do was go off and find Merle, but Rick wasn't having any of it. And, to make things more stressful, Glenn has suggested that he go out to the street and fetch the guns.

"Even I think it's a bad idea, and I don't like you much," Daryl added, leaning against a wall. Aurora was sat on a counter top, watching the group anxiously.

"It's a good idea, okay, if you just hear me out," Glenn gulped, drawing a map on the ground, "if we go out there in a group, we're slow, drawing attention. If I'm alone, I can move fast. Look. That's the tank, five blocks from where we are now. That's the bag of guns. Here's the alley I dragged you into when we first met. That's where Daryl and I will go."

"Why me?" Daryl scowled. Despite being brothers, Aurora noticed a lot of differences between Daryl and Merle. The main one, was that Merle was a lot louder and more ignorant. It was, in some senses, refreshing. But of course, that doesn't mean that he wasn't an idiot.

"Your crossbow is quieter than his gun," Glenn explained. Seeing how angry Daryl was about the ordeal was amusing to Aurora, and she smirked at the redneck when she caught his eye.

"She's got a knife, don't she?" Daryl asked, now pointing towards Aurora. The woman raised her eyebrow is dismay as Daryl continued, as if asking for a slap. "Take her. That way, if she dies, it won't be a big deal."

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"You nervous?" Aurora asked Glenn as they climbed down the ladder from the roof. The lab was located amongst several buildings, not being ideal for quick getaways.

"No," Glenn said, shaking his head confidently, "we'll be fine."

"We thought Merle would be fine, too, but that didn't turn out great..." Aurora began absentmindedly, but her voice trailed off at a look from Glenn. The man hurried ahead of her as she ducked behind a trash can, watching him as he disappeared around a corner to get the guns.

Aurora tried to stay focused, but her hypomania mood was making it hard. She was drifting in between daydreams, and her legs kept shaking with adrealiane. It was strange, being in such a hyper mood when she needed to stay on task. The worst thing about her hypomania moods, however, was how she was reacting around the group. She found it hard to stay calm and rational. Even with Rick trying to come up with a solution for how to get the guns, Aurora was fighting the urge to shout at him to make up his goddamn mind.

Leaning forward, Aurora glared down the alley. A young man - who looked to be Mexican - was walking towards her. She furrowed her eyebrows, and without thinking about the alternative options, jumping in front of him.

"Whoa, what do you want?" the man shouted, holding his hands up. Aurora pulled out her gun and held it to the man, her finger lingering by the trigger. She saw fear in his eyes, but she didn't care. She found his fear funny, in a strange way.