Sequel to: As one. (I recommend reading that first.)
[SEASON 4 ONWARDS]
[UNEDITED]
In which the group have been split up after the attack on the prison.
I do not own any of the twd plots, scripts or characters other than my own. I do not own any GIF...
We both had our rifles pointed at each other, as we both had just bumped into each other, our fingers on the trigger as we stood there in the middle of the forest, under the beaming sun that was making me sweat.
Lowering her rifle did she shake her head.
"What the hell are you doing?"
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Rosita was covered in blood, weather it was her own or walker blood, I didn't know, and I didn't ask as I lowered my rifle too.
"What everybody else isn't." I sneered.
I was pissed. I was pissed because that asshole took Daryl away, killed two people we loved and no one was doing a damn thing about it. Rick didn't want to fight, nor did most people for that matter.
And I couldn't just stand around doing nothing. If no one would help me then I would find Daryl myself. Even if the odds are against me.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"That isn't any of your concern."
"Whatever." I scoffed. "You can do whatever the hell you want."
"Works for me."
Narrowing my eyes did I swing my rifle over my shoulders and begin to trudge through the forest again, I hadn't found any link to the saviours yet, but I was determined too.
By the time I had reached an abounded town did I take out my knife and thrust it into a stray walkers skull that was snapping it's decaying jaw.
Crimson covered my silver blade as I retrieved it and shoved it back into my holster but kept it near my hand in the event more would show.
"Where are you going?"
Rolling my eyes did I turn around to see Rosita marching past me, a frown on her face.
"Why do you care?" I grumbled.
"I don't."
"Right. Okay then."
We took it in turns to kill upcoming Walkers as we stormed through the forest and old littered towns. We didn't speak. We walked, killed, repeat, although I didn't know why she was even here.
Only when Rosita began to shoot upcoming walkers with her rifle did I say something.
"Are you trying to attract every damn walker around? Or are you just a plain dumbass?"
