Angel With A Shotgun (Walking Dead Fanfic)

Chapter Thirteen: One small victory at a time, right?

Hey guys,

I just wanted to warn you that this chapter (and the next) are pretty bad and aren't much if at all different than the actual episode 'Guts' So I apologize in advance and hope that none of you will hate me. I don't know why but when I was writing this I felt the need to stick to the script and did but now reading back over it I find it to be kind of boring but don't want to have to go back and rewrite everything in the chapter, so yeah. I think that all my preparing for controlled assessments just gave me a huge overdose of un-creativity. 

Don't loose faith in me....please? 

Love Tasha

xox
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 Chapter Thirteen

One small victory at a time, right?

▬ Third Person- No one’s P.O.V ▬  

     “Whoever you are,” Rick said over the CB radio. “I don’t mind telling you: I’m a little concerned in here,” he admitted looking around anxiously. 

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     “What the hell are you doing?” Merle demanded furiously as Glenn was about to put him thumb back down on the button on the walkie to reply to the man on the other end.

     “Helping him,” Glenn replied looking up at him. What else would he be doing? It’s the only thing to do. He thought to himself. 

     “Helping him,” Merle snorted. “You lot,” he tusked moving away from the group, jumping back onto the wall on the edge of the roof  but was facing away from the tank. 

     “Helping him?” Andrea questioned, by now everyone was stood on the flat roof as Glenn was crouched down using his walkie. “He fired those shots! Brought the dead all around us!” she complained causing Glenn to abandon the walkie on the floor and stand up to get back on eye level with her. 

     “He’s a person Andrea,” Glenn replied in disbelief of what she was trying to say- that they should just leave him for dead. “He’s a person who needs our help!” Glenn argued back as Electra eyes the walkie which was down by his feet out of view from anyone else but her.

     “Yes, he is a person,” Andrea agreed with Glenn. “But he is the person who has killed us all, Glenn,” she snapped back at him. 

     “So what?” Morales spoke up. “If we’re going to die anyway, what’s the problem with helping him if he’s going to die along with us anyway?”

     “He doesn’t deserve out help!” Andrea snapped at Morales. “He’s killed us! Don’t you understand that? Killed us! We’re never going to see our families again because of that son of a-”

     “Andrea,” Jacqui attempted to stop her. 

     “Man, that’s rough,” T-Dog said to Andrea. “What if it was one of us? One of us who made a mistake to save our own asses. What if it was you?”