Divided Destiny: A Rick Grimes Love Story

Chapter 7

As you climb off the bed, You stretch towards the bag. Pulling your Spey out, you slowly make your way towards the door, slinging the backpack across your shoulder. The long hall was clear from any living being. Remains of the meal that Glenn made was left over in the court. The hall was scattered with newspapers and cardboard from the businesses. Dirt and dried blood caked the floor, along with old leaves from the Oaks' outside. Little sounds made by the wind and the creaking of the structure frighten you alittle. You haven't been alone for more than two days before. Not since before Jessica and you got split over 3 years ago.

 The various stores that line the hall were open, rather, broken into and remained broken.  At the moment, there wasn't anything any better to do than go search them. Placing your hand on your Spey and walking towards the first store, your nerves start to get to you. Anything can happen, and since everything seems to be falling into place at the moment, the idea of not going hits you. There might be Walkers or some animal. But, there is only one way to find out. 

Peeking inside the store, you notice that there is guts and fresh blood on the ground. There isn't a sign of life though, not any that are apparent. Racks of clothes and piles of shoes crowd the walkway around the store. As you crawl in deeper, the sound of crashing glass startles you. From behind, a tall figure comes and grabs you, restrains your hands, and drops you to the ground. 

"Where the hell are Carol and Tyreese?" The figure asks. 

The voice is muffled, but somehow seems recognizable. 

"Who are you?" You question, flipping onto your stomach and facing it. 

Easily, the mass is 6 foot. The dark clothes stained with blood and dirt and its bandana worn around its mouth and face is caked with dried blood. The paisley patter wrapped around the boarder of the bandana seemed familiar, something from a while back. 

"I ask the damned questions around here!" It yelled, hitting the butt of its gun against your temples. 

The pain wasn't the worst you've felt, but it did do some damage. Blood runs down the side of your head onto the ground, and acts like glue for all the dirt and debris. Although your vision isn't distorted, the sweat is making it hard to see. 

The mass bent down, inches from your face. It wreaked of death. It tilted its head and exhaled in your face before standing straight again. The mysterious figure walked around the store for a couple minutes, leaving you to regain your strength a bit. 

"Ill tell you where they went, if you tell me your name." You say in a hushed tone. 

It spins around, directing its full attention towards you. You manage to get into a sitting position as it runs towards you. Its run wasn't like a typical run, more of a gallop. Something your brother had done. 

"Mayne?" You ask when it finally gets close enough. 

It stops mid tracks, looking down at you, gun in hand. It tilts it head a bit before aiming the chamber towards your head. 

"The fuck you just call me?" It stops. 

You bow your head and look up at its, past the chamber and into its eyes, "You're my brother." 

The silhouette starts to lower its gun a couple before looking at you. It examines your features, taking its time to search for answers. You sit there, looking into Its comforting hazel eyes. The same shaggy, black hair was contained by a strand of sinew. A little dent was made in the left side of Its nose above the bridge was very prominent. Jessica had something like that, and come to think of it, so did you. 

As you try to look at the indent in your nose, the figure came at you and stuffed a bandana in your mouth. 

"I have no sisters and more! They both died!" It said. 

A tear falls down It's cheek. It raises its gun again at you and wipes the tears. You pull your knees into your chest and lower your head into them. Footsteps come closer and soon you feel the metallic chamber of his gun on your head. The gun was trembling, almost as if It was scared. If It really was Mayne, he wouldn't be scared to put a bullet into someones head. 

"Tell the Devil I said Hii." It said, cocking the gun. 

You could hear every sound at that moment. The creek of the building, the wind hitting the window panes, a centipede crawling across the floor. Why was it that every time death dealt you a card, you decided to accept it, and not give it back? 

You look up at its eyes one more time. They're filled with tears, anger, and pain; just like yours. This was better than any death now; you faced starvation, disease, dehydration, and Walkers. Going out by a shiny bullet was best, you figured. 

You saw his finger start retracting, just moments away from sealing your fate. 

"Bye Rick." You whisper.