No Rest For the Wicked ~ A Walking Dead Fan Fiction

Chapter 49 Viscous Game

Chapter 49

Viscous Game

First Person~ Kate

I raised a hand to shield my eyes from the sun as I stepped out into the courtyard. Surveying the area I saw Glenn turn away from Hershel to get in the Ram Dodge. I jogged down to catch him, patting Hershel's shoulder as I passed him without stopping. Glenn was already in the truck and had started the engine so I stepped in front of it just as he hit the gas. He slammed on the breaks, successfully not running me over. He opened the door and stuck his head out.

"What the hell Kate? You trying to die?" I ran around and tried the passenger door but it was locked. I rapped on the window even though he already knew I was there. I could see but not hear him sigh before reaching over and unlocking it. I pulled the door open and hopped it, putting my seatbelt on.

"You wouldn't have killed me at that speed, maybe given me a bruise at most." I said airy, ignoring the pissed look on his face.

"What are you doing?"

"Coming with you." I said simply.

"Why? You know I'm just circling the prison right?" He looked haggard and angry, not so much at me but at life. I could tell the difference so I ignored his unfriendliness.

"Am I not allow to come?"

"Fine."

I'd found a Joe Jackson CD in the console and much to Glenn's irritation was happily singing along. "See the pretty pretty pretty girls in the street, down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop!" I drummed along on the dash until he cranked the volume down, stopping my improv drum solo.

"Kate, stop."

"Why?"

"What are you doing?"

"Enjoying myself, since you're not being very enjoyable." I hadn't come with him to give him some epiphany prompting speech, I was just hoping he'd lighten up he if saw it was okay to.

"Can you just take this seriously please?"

"I am. But right now we've got nothing to do but drive back to the prison."

"The Governor could be coming any minute." Glenn reminded me as if this possibility had somehow slipped my mind. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.

"Yeah, I know. I know damn well today could be my last day." Silence fell as a paused for a second. "In her last couple years Rosie used to be so relaxed about her medical reports. She'd always been the scared one and I'd calm her down. I didn't know how to put aside my own fear when I didn't have to deal with hers anymore. After a bad report she'd walk out like it was nothing and light a cigarette. I just didn't get it. I asked her why she wasn't upset and she told me if she was going to die tomorrow she wanted to enjoy today." I glanced over at him to see if he got the point of my story. He was staring straight ahead, gripping the wheel tightly with one hand. "We don't know when we're gonna die. Could be ten minutes from now, could be ten years. Either way we don't have time to be angry." 

 He was silent for a moment.  "We don't have time to forget why we're angry." 

 I looked over at him sadly. This wasn't who Glenn was. It wasn't healthy and good men like him couldn't hold onto such anger without eventually being broken by it. A gun shot ringing out snapped my head around to look out the window again. By the sound I knew there was some distance between it and us, just about the same amount between us and the front of the prison.

"Oh my God. Go!" 

Glenn slammed on the gas as I got my gun out. It was hell listening to the rain of fire that was undoubtedly being released on our group while we were uselessly speeding along out here. A heart stopping silence fell for thirty seconds before the shots began again. I clenched my jaw and clutched my gun tightly, anxiously waiting until we were close enough to do something with it.