Angel With A Shotgun (Walking Dead Fanfic)

Chapter Fourteen: Just Breathe Honey

Chapter Fourteen

Just Breathe Honey

▬ Third Person- No one’s P.O.V ▬  

     “You’re not Atlanta PD,” Morales stated coming up beside Rick, who was using the ledge to support his weight. “I know Electra trusts you but I have to ask….where are you from?” Morales interrogated. 

     “Up the road of ways,”

     “Well,” Morales laughed. “Officer Friendly, friend of Electra’s from up the road of ways,” he said summing up all he knew about Rick. “Welcome to the big city,” Morales said bitterly before looking over the edge at the walkers roaming the streets. 

     “My God,” Andrea exclaimed as she looked over the ledge from where she was standing. “It’s like town square down there,” she commented. 

     “Oh happy days,” Electra mumbled under her breath bitterly. “Hey T-Dog, how’s that signal?” she asked turning towards T-Dog who was sat down on the floor. 

     “Like Dixon's brain…..” T-Dog trailed off fiddling with the walkie before looking at Merle. “Weak,” he stated causing Merle to give him the finger. 

     “Keep trying,” 

     “Why?” Andrea questioned. “There’s nothing they can do,” she quipped pessimistically. “Not a damn thing,” she commented. Rick sent Electra a confused look. 

     “Got some people outside the city as well,” Electra explained to him. “There is no refugee centre….that’s a pipe dream,” she frowned. 

     “Seems to me, we’re on our own,” Rick assumed causing Electra to nod. “Therefore it’s up to us to find a way out,” Rick stated. 

     “Good luck with that,” Merle said from his place on the floor causing Electra to look at him. “The streets aint safe in this part of town from what I hear,” he said. “Aint that right Sugar tits?” he looked Electra up and down causing her to just turn around not wanting to waste her breath and Andrea stuffed some stuff back into a backpack. 

     “Hey, honey bun,” Merle attempted to get Andrea’s attention. “I didn’t mean what I said before…Let’s say you me out of these cuffs and we go off somewhere and bump some uglies,” he suggested. “Gonna die anyway,” Merle shrugged as a point.

     “I’d rather,”

     “Rug muchers,” Merle scoffed. “The pair of you,” he looked between Electra and Andrea. “Figured as much,” he commented causing Electra and Andrea to smirk at each other. 

     “Thanks honey,” Electra smirked flirtatiously, throwing a wink towards Andrea as she took her backpack back and swung it over one shoulder.