| 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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Rick was panting heavily as he was running towards his target. The man was trying to break his zip tie over his hands while walkers came over towards him and snarled angrily. It was a hard situation to see while Rick kept his pace and slowed down when he saw the police car. He stepped inside and started the engine while squealing the tires and catching up to the running man grabbed the walker talkie. "Stop. Stop right now. Stop. I won't ask again." Rick told him through the car speaker and his sniffed while stepping in the gas.
The engine revved and the man gasped. "Oh, shit." He mumbled and the car easily smacked against him, causing the man to fall and scrape against the road as he screamed. He groaned in pain, not getting up. "Son if a bitch. You son of a bitch. Help me. Son of a bitch. Help me." He told him, paralyzed from the waist down and he started panting heavier when Rick came closer to him. "You crazy- - you crazy son of a bitch. I think you- - I think you broke my back." He mumbled.
"Didn't have to be like this. You just had to stop." Rick told him honestly and the man stayed still, not able to use his muscles ever again.
"I couldn't. I don't know you. But I think- - I think I'm getting the idea." He told him hatefully.
"You just had to stop." Rick hissed.
"Take me back." He pleaded and that's when the walkers started groaning louder as they got closer to the two men. "Take me back to the hospital. I did it for your friend." He told him, trying to get back on his good side.
"Not after this, no. Can't go back, Bob." He told him, getting up to block the suns harsh rays and a bottle rattled when a walker kicked it over to them.
"I was gonna iron it over. She's under it. And you've been out here too long." He told him and Rick placed his gun over his head. "You'll die. You'll all- -" and the gun rang out, causing a blinding noise to fill Rick's head.
"Shut up." He mumbled and looked up to the sky. "I'll get you back, Natalie." He then made his way to the car.
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Beth knew the plan by heart, Natalie was going to stay in her 'coma' and keep things to herself while the kids did what they could. "Shepherd, Lamson, what's your twenty?" Dawn asked in her talkie while she kept up on her machine. "I need stays on that gunfire. Do you copy?" She asked again and then sighed while tipping her head back when she got no response. "Licari, do you copy? Does anybody copy?" She asked while nothing replied.
