Jordan Taylor › Rick Grimes F.F

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Chapter Forty-Three // {jordan's pov}

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"Day Two, still alive, Rick," I mumbled to myself as I stretched. I still couldn't believe he thought I couldn't survive by myself. I stood up and brushed the dirt off of me from sleeping on the ground. I needed more supplies, so I was going to try find a store or a town to scavenge in. I could feel the headache forming from however much alcohol I had last night. I had made sure to put the cigarettes and vodka in my backpack.

I picked up my backpack from near the shed door and slung it over my back. I holstered my desert eagle and Rick's knife. I picked up my bow and loaded an arrow into it, so I could be ready for anything.

I pushed open the shed door with my right shoulder. The bright light blinded me as I walked out. The small shed was odd. It was just in the middle of a small clearing. 

My eyes scanned the area in front of me, once again, not only looking for walkers. I sighed deeply as I realised there was nothing. Going by the sun, I decided to head North, towards Washington DC. As much as I didn't believe in Eugene, if the world happened to magically become 'normal,' I didn't want to stray too far from it.

As I walked, the leaves below me crunched from my combat boots. It was weirdly quiet or maybe it was normal, but I just never noticed. I've had human company with me for most of the apocalypse but now, I'm alone. I had to get used to that again.

Ahead of me, I could see a road. Roads usually meant civilisation, which means it could lead to a town. As I neared it, I opened my backpack and pulled out a small packet of cashews. They were salted too! I smiled as I popped one into my mouth. I had missed these.

I stepped foot onto the road and checked both ways. Last time I stood in the middle of one, I got run over. It was clear. The road ran from east to west, Washington was North of me. Going west would do nothing but take me further from where I needed to go. At times like this, I wish I had sunglasses to block the direct sunlight since I was now heading straight for it. 

I walked at a fairly decent pace. I wanted to find some supplies, I didn't know what season we were in, it could be summer, going by the heat but it was never particularly cold in Georgia, I didn't know all that much about Virginia though.

I raised my hand up to block the sun as I squinted to see better up the road. A car and a RV. I frowned, they looked fairly clean.

I picked up the pace to a jog. I was about 50m away before dashing for the trees on the side of the road for better coverage. I wanted to see them before they saw me. 

Two men were talking beside the car. They were fully clean. Not a speck of dirt on either of them. It interested me, I wanted to know how they were so clean.

I had nothing to lose anymore so, I stepped out of trees and into the open.

"Hello," I spoke. They whipped around facing me, one held a gun up to my head. The one without a gun looked me up and down, probably noticing my uniform. 

"You're a cop?" the man asked me, with a blank expression.

I nodded, "was a cop. I'm from Atlanta, Georgia," I corrected and informed.

"I'm Aaron and this is Eric," he greeted with a smile, Eric lowered and holstered his gun.

"Jordan Taylor," I smiled back.

"How are y'all so clean?" I questioned, glancing at their clothing. Aaron sideways glanced at Eric, almost as if they were having a conversation with their eyes.