The C.D.C. is gone and along with it, a piece of the hope that they all clung to. Now, all they have left is each other. The group must stick together even as new challenges threaten to tear them apart. But sometimes surviving isn't worth it when th...
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It hasn't been long since the explosion at the C.D.C. — a couple of days maybe. Nobody's really keeping track anymore.
Every morning, Rick and MJ try to get through to Morgan on the C.B. But they never do. They're losing faith that they ever will, but they can't stop trying. They owe him too much. They owe it to him to continue on that slim chance that they'll reach him.
They're all leaving Atlanta now and they're cutting down on vehicles, it's an attempt to conserve gas. If they can use less, they can go farther with fewer stops. At least, that's the goal. And they'll take the small victories.
So, now Jessica and Jack both ride in the RV with Dale, Glenn, Andrea, T-Dog, and Shane. Rick drives the car with Carl, Lori, Sophia, and Carol. And Daryl leads the way on his motorcycle with MJ sitting right behind him.
She holds onto the leather vest that he wears now and watches the scenery as they ride by. She likes being out of the car and feeling the wind. Mostly, she likes that for those short rides, she feels free. That, and the past few days she and Shane have been getting into arguments. They all felt it was best that the two aren't stuck in closed quarters.
MJ tears her gaze from the tree line when the motorcycle starts to slow. She looks ahead and sees a bunch of abandoned cars and an overturned big-rig. Daryl turns the bike around and heads back toward the RV.
"See a way through?" Dale asks, and Daryl nods before telling him to follow. He rides around Rick's car and then heads back.
He leads the way, and MJ's grip on him tightens slightly as she looks at all of the cars. There's people's belongings that were left there, not to mention more than a few dead bodies.
A squealing noise starts behind her, and she turns her head to see smoke coming out of the RV's engine. She pats Daryl's shoulder, and he stops the bike. She then climbs off the back, and he gets off as well.
"I said it. Didn't I say it?" Dale complains as they all climb out of the RV. "A thousand times. Dead in the water."
"Problem, Dale?" Shane asks, and MJ rolls her eyes.
"Just a small matter of being stuck in the middle of nowhere. With no hope of—" He stops when he sees Daryl looking through one of the cars. "Okay, that was dumb."
"If you can't find a radiator hose here..."
"Then you don't belong behind the wheel of a car." MJ mutters as she opens the hood on a yellow Mustang that's parked nearby. "God, I wish I had time to work on this beauty." She says, and Jack chuckles as he looks at her.
