"Son of a fuckin' bitch." Abraham grumbled as he pulled the truck over.
"What now?" I asked.
"The hell if I know." Abraham climbed out of the truck opened the back door. "Everyone out, this might take a while. Engine's overheatin'."
"What about me?"
"What are ya gonna do? Stretch your legs?" Abraham chuckled.
"I need to get off my back for once." Abraham opened his mouth to speak. "Shut up." Abraham smiled at me before helping me down from the truck, propping me against the tire.
"Whoa, what the hell is that?" Glenn groaned.
"What?" Maggie asked.
"Wind's picking up. You're about to smell it." The gentle breeze blew through my hair, bringing the pungent smell of rotting flesh, shit, and blood along with it.
"Oh, God." I gagged.
"What is that?" Maggie groaned.
"Whatever's makin' that stench, it ain't nothin' nice." Abraham grumbled. "We're not stopin'."
"Uh, we're stopped." I chuckled. Everyone grabbed their guns and began to walk down the street. "Hellooooo? Forgettin' anythin?" Everyone stopped and turned to me.
"Nope." Abraham laughed. I furrowed my brow at him and flipped him off, earning a chuckle from Rosita, which shocked the hell out of me. Glenn and Maggie walked back over to me, slinging my arms over their shoulders as they carried me down the street. The stench grew stronger as we neared the top of a hill, we instantly stopped and our jaws dropped with shock. Walkers. A massive horde of walkers on both sides of the road overtaking an old farm. More walkers than I've ever seen at once. If the horde back at the farm was this big, there wouldn't be a house left standing... not like there is one now.
"Let's go." Glenn shook his head as he turned back towards the bus. Everyone began to follow him except Abraham,
"I will not lie down." Abraham mumbled.
"Abraham." Rosita called out.
"I will not abase."
"Abraham, let's get out of here."
"I will not give up the ship." Abraham turned back to everyone else. "Hold up."
"We gotta go." Maggie insisted.
"No. No, we don't. They can't hear us and they can't see us. Not from here. We're fine."
"Yeah, this is the definition of fine." I scoffed.
"We need a map. There's gotta be a detour." Glenn argued.
"I found one back at the library." Eugene stated.
"I'm not doin' it." Abraham dismissed. "We detoured and detoured and detoured from Houston to Georgia. I'm not playin' that game anymore."
"We are not going through this, okay?" Glenn snapped. "It isn't gonna happen."
"Ya got a shitstorm behind door A and a storm of shit behind door B. If you're lucky, it's walkers or a shot-up truck. But sooner or later, ya get cornered. You wind up stayin' and ya wind up killin'. We don't go back. We can't go back."
"I'm not talking about going back, just south a few-"
"No."
"Abraham, we can't go through this." I added. "We try to go through this, we won't make a dent in that horde."
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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...
