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You took a deep breath as you held the door knob readying to expose yourself into the real world.
You made sure a million times you got everything you needed in the bag and even saw the easiest and fastest way to reach to Atlanta
You opened the exit door slightly peeking your eyes through it.
Nothing
You put your ear close to the small opening yet you heard nothing.
You sighed and opened the door carefully, Machete in your right hand.
When you opened the door, you exited the market as you closed the door carefully as your feet hit the concrete street.
You saw the road ahead of you. You could see Atlanta right in front of you
You took a deep breath for the millionth time and started making your way towards your home city Atlanta
You were walking for hours. Concentrating on the sounds and on the view that was ahead of you.
You took a look at your watch that you found in the market that read 12:54
You were walking for 3 almost 4 hours now.
You looked at the view ahead of you and saw the highway. On the left side, it was packed with people's cars as they were trying to escape the horror that awaited them in their city. On the right side, it was completely empty. No cars, no junk splattered all over the floor, no rotting smell, nothing.
You are close
Your brain whispered
You stood on the left side as you took your walkie-talkie out
"Rick, are you there?" You asked in a low voice
"Yeah I'm here"
"I'm close. Are you still at the police station?"
"Yeah haven't left"
"Don't move. I'm coming"
"Alright hurry up and be careful"
"Sure thing, cop"
You put your walkie-talkie back into your holster and began walking but a bit faster making a safe distance between your body and the right side of the road
30 minutes later, you arrived at the end of the highway as the blown up city welcomed you with its terrifying view
"Hello Atlanta.." you mumbled to yourself quietly
You looked around making sure no walkers were close by as you took the map and started fiddling with it trying to find the police station
You spotted the small building that look almost nonexistent on the map and started making your way there memorizing the map in your head
You went left and right, straight and back until the police station stood its ground firmly ahead of you
You took the walkie-talkie out again
"Rick"
"I'm here"
"I'm outside open up"
"Back or front?"
"Looks of it, front"
"Alright hold on"
You nodded even though you knew he couldn't see you and put the walkie-talkie back in its place
You started becoming nervous. You haven't seen a live human being in almost 2 days and now you were going to meet one.
You heard the shuffling behind the front door of the station until finally it opened carefully
You walked further since you weren't so close to the door and entered holding the Machete more firmly in your hand as your knuckles turned white
When you entered the station, you immediately turned around and faced a man.
He looked at you for a couple seconds before closing the door behind and putting the piece of metal securing the door close
Once he did that, he turned around and faces you again
You two didn't exchange a word. Just staring at each other as you realized his breathing was heavy
He was actually a good looking man. Short brown hair, blue eyes, well shaped eyebrows, straight nose, sharp jaw, small to almost no beard, small lips, thin yet a little muscular wearing a police officer outfit and a brown police hat.
You both kept looking at each other for a few moments until he broke the silence
"I'm uhh.. I'm Rick"
You swallowed
"Yeah you um.. you told me"
He put his arms on his hips as he looked to the ground and shook his head almost as if he was disappointed
"Yeah.." he said quietly
You two stood there quietly until this time, you broke the silence
"How are you still here?" You asked softly
"Before all this.."
He waved his hand and put his arm down from his hip as he held his gun holster with both his hands
"I was chasing someone and he..he shot me"
You furrowed your brows in concern
"You okay?" You ask gently
"Yeah I'm okay"
You nodded your head and looked down then back up
"So..you just.. got shot and ended up here?"
"No no no.. that's not what happened.."
He shook his head and looked down
"After the shot.. I went in a coma. I don't know how many days I've been in it."
"Let me see your wound"
He lifted his head up and then went to unbutton his shirt and lift his under shirt up as a white bandage appeared
You put the Machete back into your holster as you went closer and closer to him until you reached his right stomach side
You put your hands gently on the bandage and looked up into Rick's eyes asking for approval as he nods his head
You put your fingers on top of the tape and with all your gentle might, you peeled it off.
When you peeled it off gently, you looked at his bullet wound.
It wasn't fully healed but it mostly was.
You ran your fingers through the bullet wound gently making sure he doesn't feel any pain
When you were done examining it, you put the bandage back into it's place
"You haven't been in a coma for long. Probably a week or two. Nothing serious"
You say smiling
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