My civilisation (D.D)

Fifty three: Alexandria falls.

"Well I can't think of any better parents than you and Glenn. Congratulations." I smiled.

We were both looking over the wall and just watching the stars above us awaiting the arrival of Glenn, Enid or Daryl.

"Yunno my brother always thought we turned to stars when we died."

"Really?" Maggie asked looking up to the sky.

"Yeah. Crazy right? But I like crazy."

"You think Daddy and Beth are up there?"

"I sure do."

"Beth thought the same thing. I'd always laugh at it though. Now it seems...nice."

"It's funny how much we took for granted isn't it? What I wouldn't do to get my hands on some dope." I chuckled.

"You'll have to make do with cigarettes." She laughed shaking her head.

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I was in the armoury looking for my boxes of bullets and guns.

I was gonna go and find Daryl.

The air was chilly and I snuggled further into Daryl's jacket rubbing my hands together. The wind was pushing my hair back and I felt like my hair was being fucking blow dried.

Walking between two shelfs did I find my stash of bullets so I stuffed them all into my rucksack along with two pistols.

However I noticed my 3rd box of bullets was missing and I realised I wasn't alone when the hairs on the back of my neck lifted.

Turning around I saw a young boy around Carl's age holding my box of bullets.

I believe he was called Ron.

I looked him up and down. Frown on his face. Short hair. Again, frown on his face, yep this was the kid Carl told me about.

When he saw me he made a run for it but he wasn't quick enough as I blocked him so he couldn't run.

Asshole, he thought he could out run me? Pffft.

"Move!"

"Not till you give me my bullets kid."

"They're not yours."

"Oh yeah? You wanna say that again?" I hissed cocking my gun.

His gaze averted to the floor as he took a sudden interest in his boots and I sighed.

"I know your not suppose to have bullets kid. Why else would Rick give you an unloaded gun?"

"They don't trust me. But I can do it."

I took a deep breath as I calmed down and tried to use a calm tone.

"I'm going to ask nicely. Please may I have my bullets? Olivia reserved them for me that's why they're not in the main armoury."

"Sorry."

"Listen Kid, just give me my bullets and I'll forget this happened."

"Your lying." He almost shouted running of with my bullets.

Cracking my knuckles did I break out into a sprint too and with in minutes I caught up with prick.

I've spent most of my life running the kid doesn't stand a chance.

"Give me my bullets you little shit." I growled as I approached him.