Regression to the Mean 3: Apocalypse

Triggerfinger

This one is a little short

XOXO

Oh shit" Glenn whispers in the new found silence as he and Hershel make their way to stand near Rick, who overlooks Tony's body.

"You alright?" Rick checks over the Korean.

"Yeah" Glenn confirms then Rick turns to Hershel and calls his name. Hershel doesn't respond, he just looks from Tony's body to the spot behind the bar where Dave's last stood.

"Gracie you okay?" Rick asks next after getting a nod from Hershel. The old nickname is comforting but it has me freezing for a fraction on a second at it familiarity.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good" I snap out of my daze when the three man turn to me.

"Lets head back" Hershel suggests and we all begin to move, Rick collects Tony's gun and searches his pockets as I make my way out of behind of the bar behind Glenn who stops to collect Dave's weapon as we step over him.

Lights flash outside the window followed by the sound of a smooth car rolling by, the sudden arrival has us all freezing until Rick rushes out with "Car, car, get down!" as he ducks down in front of the doors along with the other two men as I stay low next to the end of the bar.

The car returns and pulls to a stop. We sit low and silent as we listen to the sound of several doors open and close. Voices follow from what I can tell they are all men, they call out for the now dead men lying around the bar as their silhouettes appear at the windows defined by the moonlight, their forms each clinging to large guns. We listen but I don't pay attention to the men out side I just focus on Rick directly across from me as I cannot see the other two.

"Rick?" I whispers as the men walk away and he looks at me his bright blue eyes staring into my blazing ones. Seeing that I'm ready to do the same thing I did to Tony, throwing a fireball at the men, Rick sticks his hand out to me and lowers it slightly telling me to stand down. He then lifts his hand to his hear and taps a finger on it twice then pulls it away and begins counting on his hand. I get the message and begin listening in on the outside world, counting the men outside.

1... 2... 3. Rick watches me closely and I hold up my final number. He nods, satisfied at the low number. This could have been a lot worse. I watch as he gets up and looks out of the window them makes a move over to Hershel and Glenn knowing I can here him perfectly.

"Why won't they leave?" Glenn questions.

"Would you" Hershel whispers beck with a hint of annoyance at our predicament.

"We can't sit here any longer. Let's head out the back and make a run for the car" Rick suggests and I stop myself from rolling my eyes as the three get up slowly and begin to move only for gun shots to ring out at that exact moment and they all drop back down into hiding.

"We can't make it to the car without being seen, even then they have cars of their own. We can't lead them back to the camp" I hiss from behind the bar as the men outside speak to each other and begin moving closer to the building.

"We're looking for Dave and Tony and no one checks the damn bar?" One of the men asks as they come closer. I see the three men pass by the window.

"Rick" I whisper in warning after straining my ears, hearing further around the town where the sound of groaning, Growling and shuffling feet come closer in our direction. "Walkers" I warn as the man looks to me as the door begins to be pushed open but Glenn jumps in front of the it, blocking the men from entering.

"What?" another man asks.

"Someone pushed it shut" the same man as before informs his friends "There's someone in there" he continues "Yo! Is someone in there? Yo! If someone's in there, we don't want no trouble" He yells making me scoff slightly "We're just looking for our friends"