succumb - glenn rhee

[FOUR ] walking with the dead

CHAPTER FOUR // WALKING WITH THE DEAD
"THIS WORLD DOESN'T HAVE TO BE SO DULL.
HAVE SOME FUN."

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Jade, Glenn, and Rick slowly walked out the back entrance, each of them internally gagging at the smell of themselves and each other. They each shared a glance before walking further out towards the streets. Rick had the axe he had previously used gripped tightly in his hands, Glenn had crowbar, while Jade had her wrench gripped so tightly her knuckles were turning white.

It was understatement to say that she was terrified. Her heart was beating out of her chest, louder than the moans and snarls of the dead around her. Her normally steady hands were shaky and clammy as the trio slowly walked past the geeks. As they walked, a geek had gotten dangerously close to Glenn's face, causing each of them to temporarily hold their breath as they waited for it to move.

To Jade, it seemed as though the brief seconds were hours as she stared at Glenn, terror etched on his face as he tried not to audibly freak out due to the close proximity. It took everything out of her not to push him out of the way and kill it, she hated the way fear ran through her veins as she thought about what would happen if the guts didn't fully cover their smell. When the walker finally stalked away, she released a long, shaky breath as her and Glenn shared a look, despite how scared he looked, she found comfort in his glance.

Soon enough, the three were close to the edge of the alley, getting on their hands and knees, they crawled under the bus, momentarily stopping at the sight of so many walkers standing before them. The trio slowly inched their way out from under the bus, remaining at a slow pace as they tried to blend in with the walkers. Not making any sudden movements or loud noises.

Things seemed to be going fine, or as well as they could be as they walked among the dead, until a loud crack of thunder was heard. They each glanced up towards the sky, noting the dark grey color. The three shared a quick look, slight worry shown on all of their faces due to the threat of the rain.

Well, shit.

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Nicholas was sitting a few feet away from where his father was working on the RV, sharpening his knife, his daughter sitting a few feet away, still in his sight, with Carl and Sophia. Dale was talking about something within the RV to Jim, the whole conversation seeming confusing to the young Horvath. Unlike his sister and father, he had never been good with vehicles or other types of machinery.

"It's late. They should've been back by now." Amy persisted as she paced beside the long Nick was sitting on.

"Amy, how many times have we told you? They're going to be fine. Worrying will only make it worse." Nick spoke, looking up from his knife towards the agitated blonde. Amy then walked away, moving to help Carol with the soup she was making to try and distract herself.

"Hello, base camp!" T-Dog's voice sounded through the CB, his tone seeming frantic. "Can anybody out there hear me? Base camp, this is T-Dog. Anybody hear me?" The man repeated as Dale hurried up the ladder to answer him from where the radio had been resting upon the top of the RV. Most of the group had gathered around the RV, each of them staring up at the man.

"Hello? Hello? Reception's bad on this end. Repeat. Repeat." Dale spoke into the radio, looking down to the group.

"Shane, is that you?"

"Is that them, Dad?" Nick asked, placing his hand on his hips as Theodora ran up to her father, feeling safe next to him.

"We're in some deep shit. We're trapped in the department store."