"Falling in love. And say, it's crazy. Falling. You see? We don't say 'rising into love.' There is in it the idea of the fall." -Alan Watts
This isn't just some story where the boy and girl fall for each other, and everything is okay. It's a story w...
"I don't know when we'll see each other again or what the world will be like when we do. We may both have seen many horrible things. But I will think of you every time I need to be reminded that there is beauty and goodness in the world."
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We knew exactly where to go when we heard the roaring of a car engine. That must be where the guns are. I had my machine gun lying in my lap as I gripped onto the car for stability.
Daryl's motorcycle sped in front of us, taking the lead. Rick had complete focus on catching up to the guns. They couldn't get back to the Saviours.
Daryl picked up his gun and aimed, but at the same time, the back of the car in front of him popped open, and the large gun was fired in our direction.
"Oh, shit!" I yelled as I watched Daryl swerve off and fall into a ditch.
Rick seemed furious now, speeding up to catch the two men. Picking up my gun, I started blindly firing, not being able to properly aim since Rick was swerving to keep us out of the line of fire.
"Rick, walkers," I pointed up ahead and braced myself.
The driver in front of us had suddenly realized scattered walkers were roaming around and began swaying from side to side to avoid them.
This caused the man in the back to roll around in the back, giving me another chance to fire.
That was until we had to swerve away from the walkers, giving the men enough time to reposition and fire again. A bullet finally hit the front of the car, causing smoke to fly up.
I wasn't worried because looking into the side mirror; I could see my uncle back on the road with a gun in hand. Rick veered to the side, making a clear path from Daryl to the other truck.
Daryl quickly killed the bald man, and Rick had a chance to catch up to the truck. Rick was determined to do something, but I didn't know what it was.
"Take the wheel when I say so!" He yelled to me over the roaring engines.
I shakily nodded my head and prepared to switch seats. He quickly pulled himself up and yelled, "now!"
Then, he jumped into the other car, stabbing the saviour several times. I quickly moved to the driver's seat, taking control of the wheel.
I didn't have much experience in driving, but I knew the basics. The other car sped way ahead of me, and I saw someone fall out of the car, most likely shoved.
The car then veered off the road and into a nearby ditch, causing my breathing to quicken. Daryl caught up with me, and we both parked our vehicles, exiting them and rushing to look at the damage.
A battered and bruised Rick hauled himself up the hill, sticking his hands out, waiting for our help. Daryl and I pulled him up, and he stood beside us panting.
