RJ Grimes, an old friend of Merle Dixon. They finally get reunited, and when she finally gets her brother back, it comes at the cost of losing that smart mouthed redneck.
Though somehow, his brother is able to figure out how to do the same for her...
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My eyes traveled over each car and person that surrounded ours. We came earlier in hopes of catching up before everybody else, but it seemed that "everybody else" had the same plan. We'd been waiting for hours, and at some point, everyone began to step out of their cars to stretch out their legs. The radios hadn't been giving any updates or information, and all my senses were at an all-time high.
It started off as a few odd cases, and when the cases started multiplying, I was sent home with the news that my brother had been shot. I was on duty out in Texas, but as soon as word got to me about what had happened to Rick, I hopped on the first flight to Georgia without a second thought. In a matter of a couple days, things had gone from bad to worse. You couldn't escape what was happening because every news channel was talking about people eating other people.
"RJ, How much longer do you think we'll have to wait?" My nephew asked from beside me. He was sitting on the Peletier family's tailgate with Sophia Peletier, the only child of the three-person family.
My hand soothingly rubbed Carl's back as I pursed my lips. "I don't know, Bud."
Lori and Shane left maybe thirty seconds ago to see what was going on, and I was left behind to watch over Carl. I didn't mind though, I loved Carl more than anything, he was definitely my best friend. When Shane told us the news about Rick's passing, I knew that I'd have to keep it together for my nephew and sister-in-law. I vowed to protect them both, to take care of them if I needed to. The military had great benefits, especially for people in my career choice.
"Your dad's nice," Sophia commented, immediately catching my attention.
"Shane's not my dad." Carl immediately replied while shaking his head slightly. Then, his face fell, and I could see it even from behind him. His head dropped a little as he said, "My dad's dead."
I was about to attempt to comfort him as best as I could when the sound of loud bangs echoed from the distance. I'd know those sounds from anywhere, and I immediately wrapped my arms around Carl, pulling him into my chest while my hand immediately gripped onto the Beretta I had in my holster.
My eyes darted around, my heart rate picking up. I could feel Carl begin to panic more as my grip tightened on him, but I couldn't let go—I wouldn't let go.
Panicked and confused voices filled the air by the people from the other cars, and my throat began to tighten as I was getting ready to take down anything and anyone that would pose as a threat to my nephew.
"RJ?" Carl called worriedly, noticing my alert exterior.
"Everything's gonna be alright, Bud," I replied as my eyes continued to scan around and look for any threats.
