The Little Things ~Rick Grimes~

Guts

"You're trying to tell me that our plan is to make a run for it!?" I ask him after he conversed with the man on the radio.

"It's our only chance!" he says and I can't help but stare at him with wide eyes of disbelief. We're going to fucking die, we barely made it out alive the first time we were out there!

"You have got to be kidding me." I huff at the ground but he stops his shuffling to grab my shoulders and look me in the eyes.

"Our mission remember? Peach we have to do this. If we stay in here, we're just going to starve to death." I stare into his eyes. I cannot tell you why, but I trust him.

"Fine. But, I get hurt you keep going, okay? Do not let me take you down with me." I say quickly and a smirk comes across his face.

"Got it." On three, Rick opened up the top hatch of the tank and we jump out, Rick immediately hurting himself by twisting his ankle.

"Damn it Rick!" I yell at him and we start running down the ally, shooting any walkers in sight. I go to turn a corner and am met face first with a young Asian guy.

"Whoa whoa, not dead! Come on!" Safe to assume that this is radio guy. We follow him to a ladder and Rick shoots some of the walkers while I boost myself up.

"Rick come on!" I scream at him and he gets up just in time to not be bitten. Once we climb the ladder, we make it to a roof of a building and we all run to an opening while the boys converse in front of me. I'm just trying to keep my breathing normal. I have really bad anxiety and the zombie apocalypse didn't really help it much. We lower into the building and run across until we are outside again. What kind of maze is this. The kid, who I learned is named Glenn, talks to someone on a radio. When we get down the the ally there are four walkers, resulting in Glenn making us come to a halt. Can they seriously not take these? I was about to go handle it myself but two guys in head to toe gear come running out the opposite building and kill them. We run into the building they came from, them following suit. Just as we're inside, a blond shoves me against the wall and puts a gun to my face.

"You bitch! We're dead cuz of you and your little buddy!" She says, turning to point the gun at Rick.

"Andrea ease up." The hispanic man says.

"Ease up!? We ought to kill them!" She says turning the gun back to me, pressing it to my head.

"Do it. Pull the trigger" I calmly say. I know that she won't. That would simply make the situation even worse by drawing any walker for miles over here. She eventually puts the gun down and starts to cry. Rick then lays a protective hand on the small of my back as if saying I'm here.

"Can someone please explain what the hell is going on?" Rick speaks up and we get pushed to the front of the store, the hispanic man, I learned to be named Morales, is blabbing about surviving. When we get to the front, we look through the glass doors to see a herd pressed up against it, trying to get in.

"You just rang the dinner bell." Andrea says. I don't like her already. The black man starts trying to contact someone over the radio when we all hear a gunshot, lowering ourselves a bit in case a bullet we're to come flying.
"Oh god is that Dixion!?" She partially whines and starts to run to the back of the store. Who the hell are these people and why can't we just go, figure a way out on our own. Just me and Rick. I'm not a huge people person. We run up the stairs to the roof and when we arrive, there's a man standing on the edge, firing a shot gun.

"Are you crazy!?" I yell out. Sure, I don't know this person but he could be costing me my life right now. Though all my yelling is just making the man laugh and continue firing.