My Lucille | ✔️

25// Abweda

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It's been a couple hours, three hours at the most until you all reached an old looking wood door that looked like it was about to break down at any rough movement

The door was connected to a brick wall that looked like it was built a long time ago since trees have covered all the wall for such a long time

Rick wanted to take his caution, not wanting to put anyone in danger. Three miles ahead of the door, there is another bricked wall but it was so much worse than the one with the door, 3/4 of it fell down and got buried into the dirt underneath your boots

"You sure you up to this?" Rick asked, making sure T-dog was completely fine with going along with the plan Daryl have suggested, a simple, old plan

"Yeah" was all Rick got as an answer before T-dog grabbed a loaded rifle taking the bag of guns and swinging it on his shoulder

"Y'know, one wrong move and you gettin' there in the ass" Daryl spoke, threatening Rick. By this point, Daryl's threats were pretty much nothing since he never went along with the threats he and Merle did to everyone

Of course, you only knew Merle for like four hours but you knew he was a troublemaker just like his brother Daryl, but he was dirty minded and horny, while Daryl never even looked at a woman other than her eyes

"Just so you know, Jee's gonna take the arrow out of my ass and stick it up yours. Just so you know" the teenager boy spoke wanting to get involved in some kind of conversation

"Jee?" You asked, confused. You knew it was someone's name, but who the hell would name their son Jee? But you couldn't complain though, there is a Merle and there is a Negan. Very odd names out there in the world

"Jermo. He's the man here" the teenager answered not interested to where the conversation was going. You turned your head seeing Glenn smile at how pathetic the name is

"Okay then. Let's go see Jermo" Rick said as he looked at you with angry eyes, finally finished loading his rifle that he might need in the near future if anything goes south

Rick stood up, walking past a big broken window in order to go near the old looking door, his rifle ready in his hands as Daryl's crossbow was load, just one press on the trigger then an arrow would fly off into the unknown.

Your axe was ready in your hands, your gun re-loaded in your gun holster, safety off. Why? Just like you said, if anything goes south

You all walked carefully until you reached the door, making sure you don't step on any traps they might've set up or something

Just as you all reached the wood door, it started opening like whoever behind it timed it perfectly

A bunch of men appeared in front of you, now realizing that they all wore baggy, dirty shirts. A dark skinned man got out, wearing a baggy dirty blue plaid shirt, with dark jeans and cheap looking shoes

The man also had a gold necklace on, not that big but was actually quite small. It was just like a skinny rope of gold around his neck with a simple cross

The man looked at all of you, when his eyes landed on you, he kept looking into your eyes, lost in the beautiness of it

"You okay young man?" The guy asked the teenager after finally breaking eye contact that clearly did took a lot of power to do so

"They gonna cut my legs off, garna" the teenager said, concern filling his voice.

The man looked at Rick, "cops do that, man?"
"Not him, the white one here the puto, he cut a man's hand and showed it to me!"