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Chapter Four // {jordan's pov}

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"This needs ta be quick. No dawdlin' and most importantly no havin' sex in pharmacies, got it?" Daryl checked, quietly chuckling while glaring at Glenn and Maggie who are squashed in the back corner of the car.

Since the car only supports five people and we have six, four of us have to squash up in the back. I'm sitting on the left window side, next to me is Sasha and then Glenn and Maggie. Michonne is in the passenger seat and Daryl is driving. I honestly was starting to die from the heat radiating off of everyone. We're in Georgia, after all. It's hot and this doesn't help.

The car slowly pulled up at a small thrift shop in the middle of nowhere. I didn't recognise the area. We all got out of the car, one by one. Us four in the back stretched from being squashed up on top of each other. It felt good to be in the fresh air. I could feel the sun beating down on me, causing beads of sweat to build up on my forehead.

"Let's do this," Glenn declared before knocking loudly on the thrift shop door. We waited a few minutes to see if there is any sign of life or I guess, the dead?

Daryl quickly shoved the door open and pointed his crossbow inside.

"Seems ta be clear. Make it quick, spread out in yer pairs, go!" he whisper yelled. I quickly caught up to Daryl and we headed down the aisle that contains jackets and warmer clothes. It wasn't that we needed them soon, but places like this could get raided by someone else and then when the time comes, we'll be freezing with nothing.

I passed Daryl a black bin bag and started filling my own with jackets and long sleeved shirts. Daryl's side of the aisle had trousers and track pants. We stayed relatively quiet and move fast. None of us want to be here any longer than we have to. Neither of us checked for sizing, anything would do. We'd make it work.

I could hear whispers from the other two pairs in other aisles, other than that, it was pretty quiet. Almost too quiet. I shrugged off the feeling of worry and moved down the next aisle with Daryl. Aisle 8. I looked up at the sign, hanging from the ceiling.

Aisle 8

Infant & Small Children's Clothing

I sighed and pulled out another bag.

"Just fill the one together, we don't need that much for Judith," I told Daryl. He nodded in reply before throwing in diapers. 

I turned to my side of the aisle and saw a cute little pink dress. It's not practical in the given circumstances but it's adorable. I frowned softly at it, looking at something so pretty that's left here to catch dust was saddening.