You don't control me, Dixon

➋ 47- The counting

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I look at Hershel and Glenn as they look at the two dead bodies. I glance at Rick before slipping my gun away with shaky hands. I bite my lip hard and I turned to the body, quickly searching him for anything.

Just his gun.

"Lucy? You good?"

I don't know who said it but I nod my head quickly as I keep my head down. May we not meet in this world or the next.

Yeah.

I inhale sharply and stood, passing the gun to Rick who stares at me. I gulp and offer him my best smile but seeing how I'm shaking like a leaf it's probably not working.

He pats me softly on the shoulder before wiping something away. Blood.

I stare before turning to Hershel and assuring him "Yeah. Hershel? Let's head back."

He looks me up and down before nodding stiffly. As we approach the door the sound of engines made us crouch. I grab my jacket from the bar and slid across the floor to the group. I clench my hands together to stop the shaking.

"Dave? Tony? They said over here?"

"Yeah."

Another third man "I'm telling you, man, I heard shots."

I freeze and crouch lower. Almost as if, if they could see my reaction that they'd know.

"I saw roamers - two streets over. Might be more around here."

I lick my lips and tentatively peek from behind the curtain of the door. Four, maybe five guys. More on the roofs. I inhale sharply and give the number to Rick.

He cringes as the guys' men called for their friends.

"Shut up, you idiot! You wanna attract 'em? Just stick close. We're gonna find 'em."

I crouch back to my heels and look at Glenn who is practically hyperventilating. I give him a small look as I hiss "Nobody panic."

Glen pokes me and I force myself not to flinch away as he whispers with wide eyes "Why won't they leave?"

I give him a harsh look and spit " Would you?" I turn on my heel to face Rick as he presses his forehead to the wooden door "We can't sit here any longer. Let's head out the back and make a run to the car."

He looks at me and clicks his teeth together as he looks up at the window. I start to rise but I slam back into the ground the moment I hear gunshots.

I peer up at the others still as they watch me on the ground. Hershel gives me a look and glances at my wrist with the brace. I gulp at him and listen as the men outside talking about the walkers outside.

"We're looking for Dave and Tony and no one checks the damn bar?"

I freeze as the men walk closer, I scramble to the door and just as the door opened an inch I slam my shoulder into it, slamming it close.

I give Glenn a look and he joins me as the men start talking outside "Someone pushed it shut. There's someone in there."

I bite a knuckle to stop my small squeak as the men yell "Yo, is someone in there? Yo, if someone's in there, we don't want no trouble. We're just looking for our friends."

I cringe and look over at the older men as they look at us. I flinch as the men bang on the door. I gulp as air becomes a nontangible object that I can draw into my chest but a wispy thought.

My big my nails into my thighs as the men talk outside. Bum rushing.

"Lucy!"

I glance at Rick and he clenches his teeth. Someone curses softly and yells out "We don't want any trouble. We're just looking for our friends. If something happened, tell us. This place is crawling with corpses. If you can help us not get killed, I'd appreciate it."