ꜰᴏᴏʟ'ꜱ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ || ᴛᴡᴅ x ᴏᴄ!

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You'd think that having over five communities in one place would be good. That it would help make thing easier. But it didn't.
They had no food. No walls. Hardly any beds, ignoring that they needed more than before. They were in shambles.

Maggie gave a list of places that may have supplies that she and her people had seen on their way here, and Sami had put together and sent out groups,  but they'd found nothing. 

And while there were several leaders in the community, still each of them looked to him. Why should he know the answers? How would he know how to grow a tomato from sand?

He'd gone out himself to find formula for Coco, but found nothing but some wool and needles, which he gave to Rachel, who had started knitting for everyone, with the cold coming in. Within a few days, everyone was wearing something made by Rachel. Sami had a sweater, which was honestly one of the warmest things he'd ever worn. Coco had a little hat, with her name written in it. 

But the community was falling apart. Maggie's people kept challenging people at ever turn, and Sami had to calm it down. Cole actually listen to him, which Sami thought was weird, because he didn't listen to anyone else, but Rachel thought it was probably because of him cutting the man's nose off.

Possibly worst of all, was Danny wasn't back. there was no word from him. Sami found himself waking up from nightmares of him dying. How'd he ever let him leave? He was only 19. Maybe 20. 

For Maggie's final supply spot, Sami went with the group. It was an old military ration site, and Sami needed to get the hell away from all those looks people were giving him.

After countless scouts had gone, they'd come up with a plan. All the walkers inside were sleeping, so they could keep it quiet and conserve ammo and energy, since they were running low on both. 

As a few of the dozen or so group worked on getting the window on the roof open, Sami finished tying up Lydia's hair for her. He'd tied up Rosita's, and Lydia had been watching, so he did asked her if she wanted hers out of her face, too. 

Sami wanted to go in and help them, but due to the things and air inside being untouched for over a decade, Rosita and Maggie had ordered him to stay back. Inhalers were like gold, now. Meaning if his asthma set off, he might die, and wake up the walkers. So, it just wasn't worth it. Though it made him feel useless.

They got the grappeling gear onto the group going inside, and lowered them down below. The entire hangar was filled with sleeping walkers, gaps between them to step through if they were careful, to get to the door off to the side, that should lead to a room with military rations. 

Sami watched, as that was all he and the group on the roof could do, until Rosita signed to them that they had the food. Soon, the bags were send up, with several bags inside, on the pully system Alden and Jerry had put together. 

The system of the girls passing bags to each other, staying in the same place, then passing them up to the others worked well, as daisy-chain plans often did. But the ropes felt too loud, metal of the pulleys, too. It felt like anything and everything was on the verge of going wrong. 

As always, it did.

One of the ropes snapped, making Daryl reach out and snatch the bag before it fell to the walkers below. But the pulled tore open his arm, making him grunt, before blood pooled and fell from his arm.

Right onto a walker, which woke up.

They were all up within seconds.

Sami grabbed a bow, and began shooting. He was nowhere near as good as anyone he knew, but he could shoot, so he did, as Alden and Lydia continued sending up the food. 

He kept an eye on all of them, Maggie, Rosita, Lydia, Kelly, Magna and Carol, shooting the walkers that got too close, with Daryl. One walker grabbed Rosita's pony-tail, but Sami shot it in the hand, before shooting it in the head, then seeing that Maggie had run out of ammo, and he pulled out his knife.

"Mags!" He threw the knife, which embedded itself in a walker's head, and was pulled out by Maggie, who stabbed another with it. 

Sami took out a walker that grabbed Lydia's pack, as Carol began using the guns of the fallen soldiers, shooting them, Maggie following suit. The sound made him feel sick, weirdly. It was too loud. Guns were horrible when you weren't used to them. They should really be horrible anyway.

Kelly was the first to come up, three bags of rations with her. She was shaken, but Jerry calmed her when she reached the roof, doing the same with Magna. 

Maggie, Rosita, and Lydia were next, a walker getting shot in the head by Sami when it grabbed Rosita's ankle. 

They sent the final rope down to Carol, but she didn't come up. Instead, she ran across the room towards a box of rations. 

Sami cleared a path for her, and she stuffed the bag, more walkers getting taken out as they got close to her. 

Finally, she got the bag full, and ran back, trusting Sami to take the walkers out of her way, and they pulled her up, three bags with her.

Finally, Sami pulled her up, and she was safe. Panting and unsteady, but safe. 

"You okay?" He asked.

She nodded, and pulled his knife that he'd thrown to Maggie out of her belt, handing it to him.

He glanced around. Everyone was alive. They got the food.

How long will it do them? A day?

He felt sick.

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Hello! Sorry this chapter is short, just didn't want to drag it out.
Sami's got some stuff coming up that's gonna fuck him and anyone who cares about him up, and also I KNOW THE END
I've got plans that'll stick so AAHH

anyway, this isn't proof read because I'm currently at home and my cousin who I havented see in 13 years is here and idk what the fuck to do. How do you entertain someone who's an Andrew Tate fan?
Anyway, so probably won't get to write tonight. Sorry. Hope you like this chapter anyway and pray for Sami