❝last man standing doesn't matter when it's a pile of bodies you're standing on. so you fight but you be good.❞
[twd seasons 1-?]
Ⓒ 2019║asgxrdians i own nothing except lindsey and her plot
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chapter seven: the herd 6717 words
Two of the cars were out of gas. Daryl's truck and the van that T-Dog had been driving. Daryl's truck had been an easy giveaway but the van was a bit more difficult. The van could hold more, go further than the rv could. Daryl and T-Dog siphoned as much of the remaining gas as they could, loading up the red cans into the other vehicles.
Daryl pulled Merle's old bike out of the bed of the truck, kicking it started and pulling it to the front of the group. Lin had to admit, it was a pretty sweet ride, even in the end of the world.
Dale offered Lin a place in the rv but with a few new people she knew it was going to be cramped. "I'll squeeze in with Carl."
She opened the passenger seat and pulled Carl up onto her lap, letting him curl up there. It wasn't the most ideal thing ever but if he was comfortable then so was she. Rick drove with Lori in the front seat and Lin sat privy to all their family stories, the memories they shared back and forth about a botched trip to the Grand Canyon.
"As long as you don't throw up on me now, we'll be fine little man," she teased. They kept going for a little while longer until the caravan came to a complete stop. Daryl brought the bike around to the rv window and said something that the car couldn't hear. He drove back and around the rv, scouting ahead for a way through. He began to guide the rv through the mess of cars, weaving Dale in and out. Lin moved Carl into the car a little further, letting her be the closest to the glass. The rv stopped again, a horrid screeching sound erupting from under the hood. Dale sighed and shut off the engine.
"I said it. Didn't I say it? A thousand times. Dead in the water."
"Problem, Dale?"
"Just a small matter of being stuck in the middle of nowhere with no hope of-" Daryl had walked around one of the seemingly millions of parked cars and began to dig through it. "Okay, that was dumb."
"If you can't find a radiator hose here," Shane marveled, looking out of the cars that just kept going and going. Lin walked around the rv, guiding her eyes around the nearby cars. No movement that she could see.
"There's a whole bunch of stuff we can find," Daryl continued to look.
"I can siphon more fuel from these cars for a start," T-Dog volunteered. He met Lin's eyes and she nodded, letting him know he wouldn't have to be doing it alone. She didn't know the first thing about cars, just what she'd heard Jim talking about. But she was more than willing to learn.
"Maybe some water?"
"Or food?"
"This is a graveyard," Lori started. "I don't know how I feel about this."
Some of the group shared Lori's sentiments but those that didn't hurried to look around. Lin covered her eyes, trying to get any semblance of information on just where they were. T-Dog had one of the red jugs in his hand and was already on the march to find any gas in the miles of abandoned cars.
