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Chapter 6

Hey y'all! The picture is what Rylei looks like! Comment what you think about this chapter and don't forget to like! And who watched season 7 premiere!? Omg my emotions are gone! Ugh ugh! Okay well here's the chapter lol. Hope y'all enjoy this chapter! ^_^.
           -Samantha

Rylei's POV:

I pull the last corpse to the rot smelling pile of death. I breath in through my mouth as I wipe the droplets of sweat off my forehead. The blistering heat rains down on us as we work our asses off to burn the bodies that where held in the barn. I see Carl and Lori talking on the ground as everyone scatters around to pick up the dead bodies.

Glenn wants to bury Herschel's family where we barried Patricia's deceased husband Otitis. I never met the man, but what Patricia has said about him seems to be that he was a great man. I mean he saved Carl's life... he must be a great man. I start to walk towards T-Dog to get gasoline.

He hears my feet as I get closer to him. He looks up at me and wipes his head off with the back of his hand. He slightly smiles to me once I reach him. T-Dog always was happy, even though the world had gone to shit, he was always smiling.

"Hey T, do you know where the gasoline is?" He shakes his head no. I hough in and try not to sigh to loudly. T chuckles slightly at my reaction. "What's so funny?" I sneer.

"You're very impatient aren't you?" He asks while showing his pearly whites. It was my turn to chuckle.

"I'm more stubborn than a damn mule, and got less patients than a soccer mom late to a PTA meeting." I say making him laugh a real laugh. I smile as I push loose fly away hair that has escaped my pony tale.

"Do you know where I can get my hands on some gasoline?" He shakes his head no again to my disappointment. This time I full on sigh and slowly move to the ground. I start to sing the first song that comes to my head. "I don't know where I'm going! But I sure know where I've been!" I start to sing terribly as T-Dog's laugh enters my ears. " hanging on the promises of the songs of yesterday! And I've made up my mind! I ain't wasting no more time!" T joins in my singing as I lay on my back and close my eyes, wanting to just get a drink of water and sleep. " here I go again...  thogh I keep searching for an answer! I don't known what im looking for! I know what it means! Here I go again on my own! Going down the only road I've ever known! Like a drifter I was born to walk-"

"-What the hell are you doing?" I hear Shane ask as he walks with his confident stride. One of these days I'm gonna slap the cockiness right out of the man.

"Taking a shit. What the hell does it look like I'm doing captain obvious! I taking a damn break from cleaning up your hissy fit!" I say calmly as I stay laying on my back. T quietly chuckles and shakes his head at my comeback. My eyes stay closed as I bath in the now fadding sun. Sunglasses would really be helpful right now.

"Maybe join a choir instead of-" I cut Shane off.

"Do you know where the hell I can get gas to clean up your mess?" This time T laughs hard. I chuckle as his laughs fill the tense air. I hear Shane growl at T-Dog's reaction.

"Aww, did I anger the dog? Does the bitch need someone to pull the stick out of his ass and show 'm that maybe he should confess that he is the one that made the mess out of the trash?" I say sitting up of the dirt, covering my eyes to see how red in the face Shane is getting. "Or should we leave it in and let you wobble around like you did nothing wrong Shane? Cause only God only knows how long you can take that stick up your ass." I finish off saying, trying to stand up. T reaches out his hand and I take it gratefully as I stand on my feet. I nod T a thanks.

"So Shane, where can I find gasoline?" I ask making eye contact with the now very pissed off Shane.

"There should be some in the back of the truck." That is all I needed to hear. "And who the he'll do you think you-" I cut him off as I start to walk away.