Georgian Redneck

Chapter 32- Down & Dirty

We jog between the two wired fences that keep us safe from the bloodthirsty walkers in threes, since that's as many people that fit side by side. Even now we're slightly cramped. I'm between Glenn and Daryl, the two people closest to my heart. Sure, there's Rick and Jack and Alex, but I love these two men.

I love Daryl Dixon, the badass that can make me scream in pleasure or cry in happiness. The guy I fell for the first second I saw him and his deadly crossbow. Well, maybe that's a slight lie as I wowed to stay away from him as much as I could. But still. My hero. My saviour. Okay, I'm just getting sappy now.

But I also love Glenn. It's a different kind of love. He's the closest thing to a brother I've ever had and is someone I'm comfortable around. He's taken me under his wing ever since he spotted me rummaging through the cars on the highway. And I can't repay him for it.

I don't know what I'd do if I didn't meet them. If this whole apocalypse didn't happen. I probably would have kept doing my job and watch Netflix on the weekends with takeaway boxes littering my apartment floor. Oh, how quickly things have changed.

We all stop by a sliding gate that separates us from the deadly walkers in the little field that's a part of the prison. There's about two dozen of them in there. Equal to the herd of walkers that chased us away from the black house on Destiel St. a couple of months back. Are we going to take them on?

I can see the little rusty wheels turning in Ricks head as he thinks of a plan to clear those sons of bitches out. And from what I can see, we won't like it much. He's a very ambitious man, so if he wants things done, he'll get them done. Go big or go home.

A few walkers have taken notice of our presence, their disgusting figures pressing against the sturdy fence. One's a few inches away from me, snapping and gurgling in hopes of getting a taste of some fresh meat.

These things are disgusting. They're mindless freaks that only crave human flesh. They stumble and gurgle and I can't physically express how much I fucking hate these asshole cannibal corpses.

I pull my promising machete out of its holder and position it over the hole right in front of the dead mans head. One thrust is all it takes to take the ugly skank down. I pull the sharp metal out of the fence and back into its holder, not really caring that it's going to get dirty anymore. I'm past caring whether or not I get dirty. I've had walkers guts all over me before and I didn't really care. I once had to crawl under a fence so I could escape the stumbling cunts. Guess you could say I got down and dirty. But this could be an effective way to kill them. Through the fence.

Slowly, I spin around and get welcomed with a few grins and raised eyebrows. What? Any smart person would have thought of that tactic. To be honest, that's the first thing I thought of. Kill them through the fence.

After a few seconds, the attention shifts back to Rick, which I'm bloody thankful for. I know I've given a few speeches here and there, but I still get clammy hands and a sweat covered forehead.

"There's a gate up there separating the yard from the rest of the prison. If I run up and mannage to close it, I'll go to that guard tower while you guys cover me. Hershel, Carol and Jack go up to that guard tower and cover me. Take guns. Diana, Daryl and Glenn, you three go to that guard tower and cover me as well. The rest spread along the fence and kill 'em from here like Diana did." Rick says, pointing to the gate he has to close and the tower he'll hide in. Then the towers that we'll go in.

I don't like his plan very much, but I can't exactly protest. The amount of things that could go wrong with this...

T-Dog hands us the six guns from my backpack so we have something to cover Rick with. He must be pretty serious about this for him to let us use guns. He also must be positive about this place. I am too.

But since it's a prison, they must have some hidden building where they keep all of their guns. So if we do manage to clear this, then we can possibly get the guns. This place could be a goldmine.

The rest of our group head to their assigned positions."You sure about this?" I ask Rick quietly, putting a hand on his shoulder. This is a suicide mission... If you're as observant as me or Daryl, you'd notice the worry in Ricks eyes, burried beneath toughness. Over the past year, I've come to be quite exceptional at reading Rick, so this isn't anything new.

"Yeah. Thanks." He offers a small smile. I furrow my eyebrows but nod and set off in a sprint after Glenn and Daryl. Running still isn't a thing I like, but it's what we've been doing for the past eight or so months, so you get used to it. Doesn't mean I like it. In fact, I still hate it. I just grew accustomed to it. But now it's better to get to the tower fast so we can start clearing out the field.

The grey guard tower isn't far from where Rick is, so soon enough, I'm standing at the top with Glenn and Daryl, breathless. There's a nice view from here, if you overlook the dead beneath us. You can even see our cars parked not far from here. Also the woods that envelop this prison. It's nice and green. Peaceful, almost.

I grip my gun tight and look through the scope, seeing Hershel and Carol ready too. The noise of metal clanking against the fence and a chorus of 'over here's can be heard, signaling that Rick's ready to go. And so are we. I've not shot with a gun in a long time, but I'm about to get some more practice.

(A/N)
Hey! So, today's Normans birthday so yay! Anyway, I'm going back and editing my early chapters, making them more detailed! Thank you for reading!
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