Angel With A Shotgun (Walking Dead Fanfic)

Chapter Eleven: Geeks and More Geeks

Chapter Eleven

Geeks and More Geeks

▬ Third Person- No one’s P.O.V ▬  

     “Remind me why the hell we parked the freight-liner three miles back,”

     Glenn was really beginning to regret taking Merle along with them, Electra too. She had been trying to ignore his grumbles but it was proving to hard, she absolutely despised him and she wasn’t the only one. He was trying T-Dog’s, Jacqui’s, Andrea’s and Morales’ patience too. 

     “Can’t risk the noise of the engine leading any geeks to us,” Glenn stated, leading the group through the empty  streets of Atlanta. Electra looked down, she hated hearing people call them geeks. 

     “Looks geek free to me,” Merle snorted, his shot gun resting on his right shoulder as his other hand was stuck into his pocket. 

     “Can you just shut up?” Electra stopped and turned around to look at Merle. “And can you stop calling them geeks, it’s degrading and disrespectful. They were all people, just like we were,” Electra stated causing silence among everyone as she turned back around.

     “Why the hell is there a tank over there?” Andre asked with a raised eyebrow, her eyes glued to a tank which was placed in the middle of the empty street. 

     “God knows,” Jacqui stated shaking her head.

     “Where are we headed?” 

     “That store over there. There’s all types of supplied and stuff over ther-” Glenn pointed in the direction of a tall building in the distance before being cut off. 

     “Oh shit,”

     Everyone stopped dead in their tracks and turned back around to look at Jacqui who had said the words and who was currently staring helplessly to the right. Everyone turned their heads to follow her gaze before either resulting to cursing or gasping in shock. 

     Walkers. 

     A hoard of them.

     At least twenty or thirty of them.

     Heading towards them. 

     Pounding on a rather weak looking fence. 

     “Holy crap!” Glenn exclaimed. “I’ve never seen so many off them out there in one place before,” Glenn stammered as the fence grew weaker and weaker. “Do you think that fence is going to hold?” Merle and Andrea raised their guns to shoot at them.