𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 ✔️- 𝑐. 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠

2: Getting Out

As the group of three slowly made their way into the alley, they did their absolute best to ignore how terrible they smelled. They may even smell worse than the dead. Hearing Morales shut the door behind them, Rick, Glenn, and Elle knew they had no choice but to keep going if they wanted even the slightest chance of leaving the city.

"No sudden movements or noises." Rick whispered before taking the first steps. With a slow and shuffled movement, he kept his head down, as if the undead would recognize his face. When two of the undead moaned and groaned as they walked in their direction, the three of them used this to test just how brilliant their disguises may be.

With a crowbar in her hand, Elle stayed within an arm's reach of Rick like she had promised. She did her best to keep quiet, but she was convinced everyone could hear just how fast her heart was beating. Although, Glenn looked even more nervous than she did.

Glenn was sweating, and not just from the heat. He held his breath as the two walkers passed by them. It worked. Their smell had successfully been masked. They continued walking like the undead and avoiding making eye contact with them as they slowly progressed out of the alleyway. In order to get into the streets, they had to find a way to get around the long city bus that someone had used to block off the alley.

Rick motioned for Elle to slowly crawl under while he looked around to make sure they weren't drawing any attention. Lowering herself to the ground, Elle's knees hit the pavement first. Then her hands. Then her stomach. She began to crawl, slowly inching her way under the vehicle. She held her breath as she looked up, facing the walkers that roamed the other side. Hearing Rick and Glenn shuffling behind her, she moved to the side, not wanting to be the first one to enter the street. Instead, the three of them pushed themselves off of the ground at the same time, holding a tight grip on their weapons as they gained their footing.

They once again began to shuffle along with the crowd. There were walkers with broken ankles just walking on them, unable to feel what should be excruciating pain. There were walkers missing their jaws, or they had their guts hanging out, or even both. One walker had all of her limbs intact as she used her upper body to drag herself along the street, suggesting she may have been wheelchair bound before she died.

The humidity from the nearby storm was making the three of them sweat worse. It also made them nervous that the rain might wash their disguise away.

Having been shuffling down the street for about twenty minutes, they made a lot of progress as they could see the construction site ahead of them. Feeling a warm liquid trickling down her leg, Elle began to grow confused. She knew for a fact she hadn't wet herself. Her moment of confusion was interrupted as a walker bumped into her shoulder. Playing it off as best as she could, she only hoped they walkers couldn't smell just how terrified she was.

"It's gonna work." Glenn mumbled. "I can't believe it."

"Don't draw attention." Rick mumbled in response. As thunder began to rumble much louder, they knew the rain would come down on them in no time. One walker began to get really close to the group. She growled lowly as she seemed to inspect Glenn. Thinking quickly, but perhaps not ideally, Glenn began to mimic the low growls the walkers emitted. Surprisingly, it seemed to do the trick as the walker shuffled past them.

Thunder clapped loudly above them as rain began to pour down. Tensions were rising as the three of them looked down, seeing the blood and bits of flesh that hid them beginning to be washed away. Elle began to almost press herself against Glenn as she noticed walkers beginning to recognize the smell of something alive. Walkers all around them began to walk at an even slower pace as they tried to find the source of the smell they loved so much.