| When you think you want the world one way, and then you get the complete opposite. |
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"You honestly expect me to kiss you after you killed at least twenty walkers?"
"Yes?"
"You're something else, Prise."
"But that's why you love me, Di...
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The bus was moving quickly down the street of Georgia and inside was now the broken group. Rosita was playing with Abraham's hair and looking over the length of it. "It's getting a little messy for you." She told him, listening to the music playing over the radio.
"Gettin' ready for retirement. Relaxin' the grooming standards. Thinkin' about becomin' a plumber, a sheepherder, or something." He stated while he continued driving down the none busy road.
"You ain't herdin' sheep now, Abraham. Eyes on the prize." She persuaded him, keeping her fingers interlocked on his orange locks.
"Damn right. That's my girl. Maybe I'll let you shave me down all over, dolphin-smooth." He teased, looking at her through the mirror. She laughed and smacked his shoulder.
"I'll cut it for you tonight." She giggled and went in her seat.
"Yes, ma'am." He said with a wide smile.
Tara looked over Eugene as he glared over the couple. "Hey, maybe Rosita can give you a trim while she's at it. Party's getting a little long in the back. Or is it your source of power?" She asked him with a smirk.
"I ain't slayin' a lion anytime soon. I wouldn't be placing any wagers on seein' me dispatch a thousand Philistines with the jawbone of an ass." He said while phrasing of history lessons.
"Oh, so you'll just settle on saving the world, right?" She asked him and he kept his gaze forward.
"Yeah." He simply said and she caught his anger.
"What's up? Last night?" She asked him.
"Nope." He said while popping his p. Glenn and Maggie over heard the conversation while looking over the man. "Yes, that and tomorrow. And I'm thinking about that preacher, what he did." He told her, this time actually looking at her.
Maggie looked at Glenn and smiled sadly. "Maybe they're just behind us. Maybe Daryl, Natalie, and Carol came back. Maybe they took the map, found some cars, and they're just down the road." She told him while Glenn nods his head.
"They'll catch up. We're clearing the way for 'em." He told her, trying to make her feel better.
"How long will it be? After you get on that terminal and do what you have to do?" Maggie said while turning around and facing Eugene.
"Depends on the number of factors including density of the infected around target sites worldwide." Eugene told them.
"Wait, target sites? Are you talking about missiles?" Glenn asked and Eugene gave him a stolid look.
"That's classified." He told him.
"I thought we were over that?" Glenn mumbled.
"What if we all live?" He asked him.
"The secrets will matter then?" He asked.
"They might. Anyway, the speed with which things normalize depends on a number of factors including worldwide weather patterns, which were modeled without the assumption that cars, planes, boats, and trains wouldn't be pouring hydrocarbons into the atmosphere this long. Changed the game quite a bit when it comes to air-transmissible pathogens." He told him and Glenn took a pregnant pause and came up with another question.
"Why the hair?" He asked, and Maggie gave him a look.
"Because I like it. And no one is takin' scissor or clipper to it anytime soon. Do you hear me, Miss Espinoza?" He asked the military soldier.
"Yes, louder and clear." She said while everyone laughed.
"Y'all can laugh all you want." He pouted while crossing his arms.
"No one was makin' fun." Maggie told him.
"The smartest man I ever met happened to love my hair. My old boss, T. Brooks Ellis, the director of the Human Genome Project. He said my hair made me look like, and I quote, 'a fun guy,' which I am. I just ain't Samson." He told them while all the sounded a loud bag went off and the brakes squealed loudly.
The bus hit a car that on the side of the road while it started weaving and tipped over. It scratched against the road and the radio kept on playing while no one made a sound.
Walkers approached the bus quickly and started to try to get inside for a fresh meal.
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As the car came to a stop, Natalie found herself waking up to a hand on her shoulder while she smiled softly. She got out of the car and took a a deep breath while stretching out her calf muscles. She needed to go grab a few water bottles and her first aid kit and grabbing her backpack. She looked to Carol who was carrying her supplies and they all started walking. The car was gone of gas and Natalie made eye contact with Daryl as she wrapped her arms around her chest.
"How much longer do you think it will be?" She asked her boyfriend while he sighed and rubbed his face. He too wanted to get the kids back, but he knew it was going to take a while.
"I don't know, Nat. I don't know." He mumbled and kissed her forehead while she smiled and held tightly into his hand.
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Short chapter, but we need one so I don't screw up the story line. Thank you again and hope you all have a great day!
