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.
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THEY NEEDED GUNS. Alexandria knew it, The kingdom knew it, and the saviours knew it. They knew that without guns, this whole thing would not succeed. It would be inevitable.
And they simply could not lose. It simply was not a choice. The saviours could not win. It did not matter what the cost was. But, the saviours were a bloody and brutal force that were no more than killing machines incapable of humanity.
That was what Rick told himself as he had gunned down two saviours guarding a compound. That is what he had told himself when he pulled the trigger, as he so quickly ended the life of two men whom he did not know. And that is what he would continue to do.
He would win this war. He would win this blood bath. No matter how much it had weighed on his conscience. He simply could not allow any other way to happen, even if the cost was that of the small amount of sanity he was clinging onto.
Upon marching into the building, Rick had instructed everyone of where to search for the necessary guns. He was then quick to open up a small map inked with that of a red pen, as he scavenged for the weapons he was sure would help win this war.
Ophelia had not been trailing far behind the bearded man. She had her eyes open, and her fingertips clenched tightly against the trigger of her hand gun as she moved through the building.
It seemed to be almost deserted - barely that of a single soul was in sight. Though Ophelia had still found herself feeling uneasy. As such she did not regret that of the knife she carried with her - her siblings knife. She did find it strange, that though her brother had been dead and buried for many months, something as simple as his knife provided comfort to her.
She had not been far behind Rick when they had approached a room, a room of which she noticed was practically empty. Rick had noticed it too, as he put away his map. Though they did not think much of it.
"Ain't on this floor." Daryl had grumbled, walking into the room. He had been further behind en route. So as he had held his crossbow within his hands he had arrived later.
"Only option is up" Ophelia nodded at Ricks observation. She looked over at the door painted in white, guessing behind it was that of stairs as she stated, "its high ground. Pretty good cover."
Rick nodded. "Yeah I'd put them up there too."
Daryl did not respond. But, he had walked over so that he was stood next to his wife as he gestured over at the door. "Stairs."
And as he began to aggressively kick down the door, both Rick and Ophelia took a small step back, waiting for their path to be cleared.
