In which a girl finds herself falling in love at the end of world with her leader, only he thinks he's hard to love but loving him is like breathing to her.
Emory Foster was a farmers daughter, struck by tragedy when the dead started to walk among...
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Emory was the first to notice Michonne leaving, the sound of her sword clattering against her back had everyone turning to her.
"Hey, hey!" Rick whisper yelled after her but she was gone.
"Damn it. Alright, we need to downsize," Rick said pulling out his own AK-47.
"Ain't no way we're gonna check in all them buildings, not with all them guards there," Daryl said, strapping up.
A twig snapping had everyone turning behind them with their guns aimed, to see Michonne mouthing for them to follow her.
"Alright let's go," Rick said following her. She led them through a door that entered into one of the buildings. Oscar closed the door while the others scoped the room out.
"This is where you were held?" Rick asked.
"I was questioned,".
"Any idea where else they could be?" Rick asked as Daryl peaked through the window to see several people walking outside.
"I thought you said there was a curfew" he said, Rick joining him.
"The street is packed during the day. Those are stragglers," Michonne answered.
"If anyone comes in here, we're sitting ducks. We gotta move," Rick panted.
"They could be in his apartment," Michonne suggested.
"Yeah? What if they ain't?" Daryl asked.
"Then we'll look somewhere else,".
"You said you could help us,"Rick said, him and Daryl stepping away from the windows and toward Michonne.
"I'm doing what I can,".
"Then where in the hell are they?" Oscar asked.
"Hey," Rick said making Oscar and Daryl follow him. Emory stared at Michonne, while the men whispered among themselves. She didn't find it fair they were putting the pressure of finding Glenn and Maggie on Michonne. The woman clearly didn't know much from here. Emory was ready to just start going door to door which would most likely end up in her getting shot.
Knocking on the door cut the men's conversation short. Everyone hid at the sound of keys jangling.
"I know you're in here. I saw you moving from outside. Alright, now. You're not supposed to be in here and you know it," a man called out, walking toward the back, toward the group.
"Who's in here?" The man asked.
"Shut up. Get on your knees. Hands behind your back," Rick said slamming the man against the wall, a gun to his face before he forced him onto his knees.
