"We know someone's in there." One man stated. "We saw the curtain move." I looked over at Tara who held up her arms in frustration.
"Dude." She whispered.
"Sorry." I whispered back.
"Look, we ain't lookin' for trouble. We're just passin' through and need a place to stay for the night. Ya won't even know we're here." The man continued. I could faintly hear Merle chuckling in the background.
"What the fuck are ya laughin' at?"
"Just let 'em in, dipshit." Merle smiled.
"Can we trust 'em?"
"Have I ever put ya in harm's way?" I raised my eyebrow at him. "Will ya drop that bear shit already? How was I supposed to know that we'd find a bear?" I let out a sigh and began to unlock the door.
"What are you doing?" Tara asked.
"Openin' the door."
"Is that a good idea?"
"Merle said to let 'em in, he'd tell me if they were a threat." Tara picked her rifle up from the couch and aimed it at the door as I oped it. "Keep your hands where I can see 'em." The dark figures raised their hands. "Any of y'all armed?"
"Who isn't nowadays?" The taller man scoffed.
"Tara, search 'em." Tara slowly walked over to them and patted them down, taking their guns and knives away. "Now, walk forward. No sudden movements." As soon as they stepped into the light, my lip curled into a half smile. "Well, well, it's a small world after all."
"Mother dick." The tall man grumbled.
"Michaela, who are these people?" Tara asked.
"Ya don't know?" I asked, keeping my eyes and gun locked on the taller man. Tara shook her head. "It's Lara Croft, Yosemite Sam, and Joe Dirt." The taller man stepped closer to me. "Whoa, now." I cocked my gun, and he instantly froze. "That's right, remember who's got the gun. Now, I reckon y'all take a few steps to your left so we can shut the door." They all looked at each other and followed my orders and Tara shut and locked the door. "Good, glad we resolved that issue."
"Glad to see your car made it back in one piece." The woman scoffed.
"I see yours hasn't. How's that transmission, by the way?"
"We wouldn't be here if you would've just given us the car." The tall man argued.
"Nor would I." I smirked.
"Excuse me, ma'am." The portly man nervously spoke up. "We mean you no trouble and do not wish to quarrel with ya." My eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Holy shit, Joe Dirt is educated. "My name is-" The taller man nudged him in the ribs.
"There's no need for names." The tall man grumbled.
"What's that smell?" The woman asked.
"Smells divine." The portly man added.
"Smells like shit." The tall man scoffed.
"Really?" I chuckled. "Ya must be smellin' yourself then, because I'm lookin' at the biggest pile of shit I've ever seen in my entire life." The tall man's lips pursed together in frustration.
"Ma'am?" The portly man began. "You wouldn't happen to have any extra food, would ya?"
"Maybe, but what I don't have are names or answers as to what the fuck y'all are doin' here."
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Surviving Terminus (BOOK TWO IN THE SURVIVING THE WALKING DEAD SERIES)
Fanfiction*FOLLOWS ALONG WITH THE SHOW* Michaela and Tara have been on their own since the battle for the prison. Not a single sign of the rest of the group has been seen, leaving them to survive the harsh winter alone, wondering if they'd ever see the rest o...
