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𝐀 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 said, that "the extraordinary is in what we do, not who we are." But that quote died a while ago, along with millions of other people. Two near death experiences our group has faced, two... Our latest one, two loved people didn't make it. One being my own brother, Ma nor Pops have fully gotten over it.
But here we were, just getting by, on the road, heading out of the city once and for all. Our car was completely silent, none of us not really knowing what to say to each other, things have been difficult since Roy decided to stay at the CDC. "Oh, come on! We can't even talk because of Roy." Zak grunts. "He was your brother, Zak!" Ma argues.
"I know, but we haven't even said more than five words to each other since... what happened!" Zak trails. "What are we supposed to talk about?!" Pop yells. "We can't talk about Roy!" "For fuck's sake all of you, shut up!" I bellow. "Roy wouldn't want this! He wouldn't want us to argue, he'd want us to spend every minute we can with each other! So shut the fuck up!" My little outburst sends the car into a shaky atmosphere.
All of a sudden, the cars in front of us stop, I could see why, "traffic congestion". The RV, in front, starts moving again, it started weaving its way through the cars, as do the cars and ours. The cars we passed all had dead bodies in them, possible walkers. Yes, I decided to not call the moaners anymore it sounded a bit wrong. The RV stops, I'm guessing the engine went again.
We all pile out to see what was going on. "-Dead in the water." we hear Dale sigh. "Problem, Dale?" Rick asks. "Just a small matter of being stuck in the middle of nowhere with no hope of... okay, that was dumb." Dale says as Daryl starts searching the boot of a car. "You can't find a radiator hose here..." Shane trails. "There's a whole bunch of stuff we can find." Daryl says.
"I can siphon more fuel from these cars for a start." T shrugs. "Maybe some water." Carol suggests. "Or food." Zak adds. "This is a graveyard." Lori implies, making everyone look at her. "I don't know how I feel about this." All right, all right, here we go." Shane says. "Come on, y'all. Just look around, gather what you can." T orders.
We all start to spread out to look for stuff, me getting my knife out, just in case. I feel a hand on shoulder making me jump, nearly stabbing the person with Diamond, but stopped when I saw it was only Zak. "What?" I grunt. "I want you to have this." he holds out a pistol, not just any pistol, Roy's. "Zak, I can't..." I deny. "You can." he insists, putting it into my hand.
