Deadland

Chapter 66- Cigarette

(TW!! Mentions of sh and drug usage!!)

Alyssa is asleep on my shoulder when the car we're in slows to a stop, jerking and sputtering. 

"We're out." Abraham groans. "Just like the other one." 

"So we walk." Says Rick. 

I lightly tap Alyssa's shoulder opposite mine and say, "Get up, we gotta walk." I shrug my shoulder, and she groans, rubbing the tiredness away from her eyes. 

I open the car door and step out, standing aside for Alyssa to come out. 

Without another word, everyone sets off north. 

The heat feels like it's slowly killing me, sweat pours off my forehead and what feels like every other inch of my body. 

Daryl and Carol go to find water, food, something. Daryl and I haven't talked much though we've been giving each other slight "I love you"s by handing each other a piece of our food or offering a drink of our scarce water. 

It's hard to say "I love you" when it feels like if you say it, you're jinxing that they're going to die. 

The jacket that's around my shoulders is making me so much hotter though I can't risk taking it off and everyone seeing the fresh marks on my wrist. 

Even though Alyssa and I made up, I can't stop. It's been three weeks since our fight and I've tried to stop though, I know I can't. Not yet. 

I haven't cried since the house with Damien and he and I both haven't spoken a single word of it. 

Inejra, Alyssa, and Carl are still inseparable though I can tell being on the road this long is getting to them, as it is everyone. 

For some reason, Nick won't leave my mind. I just keep thinking about him. I'm wearing the "boy shorts" that I wore when I finally escaped from his prison cell of an apartment so that could be why. 

We've had a small herd of Walkers trailing us for the past hour and finally, Rick got sick of it. 

We're standing at the beginning of a bridge that has a big and steep hill surrounding it. 

Without another word, we all know exactly what we're supposed to do-throw the Walkers down the hill.

Slowly, the herd splits up and aims for whomever they see first, three of which, head my way. 

I stand completely still until two of the three reach out to grab me and I quickly jerk my shoulder back, causing them to fall down the hill. The next one grabs me but before it can do anything, I toss it down the hill with the other Walkers. 

Sasha suddenly grabs a Walker and holds it, groaning as the Walker tries to bite her.

"Sasha." Michonne whisper-yells. 

Sasha ignores Michonne and stabs the Walker in the forehead, ruining the flow of our tactic. 

"Stay in line. Flank her." Rick orders, grabbing his machete. "Keep it controlled." 

"Plan just got dicked." Abraham mumbles, grabbing his knife.

I groan and grab my whip, cracking it and causing a few Walkers to head in my direction.

It's weird, I don't feel any adrenaline. My heart isn't pounding and my fingers don't have that familiar tingle in them. I feel fine, not calm or happy, I just have no emotions right now. 

It's nice. 

With a single crack of my whip, all three of the Walker's heads are split open, they fall to the ground, and blood splatters everywhere.