[Ash]
I stick with Merle and T-Dog on the roof as the others went down to the basement. I sit next to Merle and across from T-Dog.
I write a letter to my sister. I know, she's dead, but I still write letters to her. You know how people pray and talk to their dead loved ones? Well, I write letters to mine.
Dear Grace,
I ran into Merle Dixon today. You remember him? He nearly killed some people today. I met this man. His name is Rick Grimes. He's looking for his wife and son. Their names are Lori and Carl. I hope I can protect them like you protected me. I still miss you. I know it's been five years, but I still see you like you're still here. A thousand words won't bring you back, I know because I've tried. Neither will a thousand tears, I know because I've cried. When you died, it was the biggest shock of my life. Nothing prepared me for it. I live each day wondering how I will get through it. And then I remember that you would want me to. I fear the day I will die. I know it will come. I just wish it will be as heroic as yours. Goodbye, for now.
-Ash
"You writin' a love letter over there?" Merle asks.
I look up at him and chuckle. "Of a sorts." I say and fold it up and put it in my bag, along with the others.
"Anybody out there? Hello? Anybody read?" T-Dog asks through the radio. "I'm hoping to hear somebody's voice 'cause I'm getting sick and tired of hearing mine." He says into the radio.
"Yeah, well, that makes two of us." Merle says and I throw a pebble at his head. "Why don't you knock that crap off? You're giving me a headache, boy." He asks as he spits on the ground.
"Why don't you pull your head out of your ass? Maybe your headache will go away. Try some positivity for a change. Damn." T-Dog asks and I snort in laughter, trying to cover it up with a sneeze as Merle looks at me.
"I'll tell you what- you get me out of these cuffs and I'll be all 'Sammy Sunshine' positive for you. Hey, see that hacksaw over there in that toolbag? Get it for me, hmm? Make it worth your while. What do you say, man? Come on. Get me out of these things." Merle says as he jingles his cuffs.
"So you can beat my ass again? Or call me n***** some more?" T-Dog asks with a glare.
"Come on now. It wasn't personal. It's just that your kind and my kind ain't meant to mix. That's all. It don't mean we can't... Work together, parley, as long as there's some kind of mutual gain involved." Merle says.
Merle, you are one big piece if idiot.
"So... About that hacksaw-" Merle begins.
"I guess you want me to get that rifle over there too so you can shoot that cop when he comes back up, huh?" I glare at them both. No one is gonna be shootin' Rick. Not on my watch.
I hold my head in pain as I feel like a shock wave just ran through it. I groan as it vanishes. They look at me and I just shake my head. I don't want anybody to worry. It's probably nothing.
Rick and them come back up later. They walk over to the side and look over with binoculars.
"That construction site, those trucks- they always keep keys on hand." Rick says as I stand up.
"You'll never make it past the walkers." Morales says.
"You got us out of that tank." Rick says to Glenn.
"Yeah, but they were feeding. They were distracted." Glenn says.
"Can we distract them again?" Rick asks.
"Right. Listen to him. He's onto to something. A diversion, like on 'Hogan's Heroes.'" Merle says.
"God, give it a rest." Jackie says.
"They're drawn by sound, right?" Rick asks.
"Right, like dogs. They hear a sound, they come." Glenn says.
"What else?" Rick asks.
"Aside from they hear you? They see you, smell you and if they catch you, they eat you." Morales says.
"They can tell us by smell?" Rick asks.
"Can't you?" Glenn asks.
"They smell dead, we don't. It's pretty distinct." Andrea says.
They go downstairs and I follow them. Rick starts grabbing stuff off racks and shelves.
"If bad ideas were an olympic event, this would take the gold." Glenn says.
"He's right. Just stop, okay? Take some time to think this through." Morales says to Rick.
"How much time? They already got through one set of doors, that glass won't hold forever." Rick says.
Rick, Morales, and Glenn go out and grab a biter and brings it inside. We all stand around it in rubber gloves, coats, and safety goggles. Rick goes to slam the axe in it but stops and gets down and takes out his wallet.
"Wayne Dunlap. Georgia license. Born in 1979. He had $28 in his pocket when he died... And a picture of a pretty girl. 'With love, from Rachel.' He used to be like us- worrying about bills or the rent or the super bowl. If I ever find my family, I'm gonna tell them about Wayne." He says.
"We will find them, Rick. I promise." I tell him. He nods and stands up.
"One more thing- he was an organ donor." Glenn says.
Rick brings down the axe right into Wayne's chest. Everyone groans in disgust at the smell and the view.
I feel woozy but I shake it off and look at Rick as he speaks.
"Everybody got gloves?" Rick asks after telling Glenn to puke later, not right now. "Don't get any on your skin or in your eyes." He says.
They all start putting the guts on him and Glenn. "Rick, I'm going with you." I say.
"No, you're not." He says.
"Yes, I am. We made a deal, Rick. You can't cut it off now. It still stands." I tell him.
"Ash, I don't want you out there. Protect the people in here-"
"No! We made a deal and I am going to keep it." I tell him.
He sighs annoyed. "Fine. But you stick close to me, got it?" He says.
"Aye aye, Sheriff!" I say and start putting guts on myself.
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Into The Dark
Fanfiction[Currently Under Rewrite] She was lost. She was alone. She was scared. She was surrounded by the dead. Ashley Grant was thrown into the terrifying world of the dead walking the streets. All she wanted was to go to the grocery store but she ran into...
