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RUTH
HER NIMBLE FINGERS ran along the wire, feeling the rust come off on them. Ruth rubbed them together, the sensation an odd and puzzling one. Her eyes trailed down the prison fencing. A walker forced its face against the fence, though it resembled a child with its nose pressed up against the glass of a fish tank. It growled and moaned in her ear, and Ruth closed her eyes softly. Her hand reached down to her knife. She felt the way the cold blade seeped its temperature through her jeans and a small shiver ran up her spine.
The noise was hushed with the squish of a blade entering their skull. Ruth glanced to the side, watching as Rick removed the knife from the corpse's body.
"I had it." Ruth muttered, her eyes watching the way his arms tensed with the motion.
"And yet, you didn't do anything." He replied, a hand running through his growing beard. His blue eyes shined back at her. They seemed a dull hue from months ago, but they still held a gorgeous color. They were a sea of blue, and Ruth seemed mesmerized by the way they gazed back at her own.
"Ready?" Rick asked, his brow raised slightly. Ruth glanced around at the people in the circle, watching as each held a knife tightly in their palms. It was an army that was created in the winter, not broken spirits.
"Yea." Ruth replied, her knife raising up to her chin. The blade pointed away from her like a scorpion's tail. With her reply, Rick unlatched the gate and forced it open. The circle opened slightly after each person made it into the courtyard. The formation was uniform, only breaking when somebody lunged forwards.
T-Dog was the first. Ruth glanced to her right as she watched him slam the metal object into the skull of a walker.
"Daryl." Rick said, his eyes trailing over the one approaching the circle of six. Ruth couldn't see anybody but Rick and T-Dog, but she knew somewhere behind her were the other three. It was comforting to know that the only place she needed to watch was in front of her. With each moment, she watched one approach. It limped along, its jaw slack. Growls emitted from its mouth, but she knew it couldn't be saying sentences.
Her knife raised, and Ruth stepped slightly out of formation. With a quick jab, the beast fell to the ground.
"Get tight! Get tight!" Glenn shouted from behind her. Ruth's feet carried her backwards quickly. Her heel met with a fallen body, though, and the sensation of falling came over her. From behind her, a hand caught her elbow. Her eyes trailed to Daryl's, his own wide ones looking down at her.
