"Everybody takes a weapon" Rick dropped the black tool bag Carl found yesterday onto the hood of Carol's car.
Yeah I'll pass. My own work just fine, thanks.
"These aren't the kind of weapons we need. What about the guns?" Andrea asked impatiently, while others stepped up one by one to choose their weapon.
"We've been over that. Daryl, Rick, Eve, and I are carrying. We can't have people popping off rounds every time a tree rustles." Shane fiddled with his bag, trying to close it up after getting his piece out.
"It's not the trees I'm worried about" Andrea sassed.
"Say somebody fires at the wrong moment, herd happens to be passing by. You see then it's game over for all of us. So you need to get over it." Shane slung his backpack over his shoulder.
"The idea is to take the creek up 'bout 5 miles." Daryl spoke up before Andrea could argue again.
"Chances are she'll be by the creek. It's her only landmark." Daryl started towards his motorcycle.
I glanced at Glenn and bit my lip to stop a rising snicker. He's grinning at that hooked hatchet he chose like a serial killer.
"Stay quiet, stay sharp. Keep space between you but always within sight of each other." Rick instructed.
"Alright everybody assemble your packs." Shane really knows how to get the bees busy.
I made my way to the motorcycle with Daryl and picked up my backpack, stuffing my newly refilled water bottle in the largest pocket.
"Rick's probably gonna stick up front, you gonna be okay coverin' the back with Shane?" Daryl spoke low enough that only I could hear him.
What? My eyebrows knit together, one rising higher than the other. Why would he ask me that?
I glanced at Shane, briefly remembering the CDC. When I first saw him with that shotgun.
I shifted uncomfortably, accidentally bumping shoulders with Daryl.
Oh thanks, Daryl. I needed that delightful reminder of my first panic attack in almost three years.
I almost didn't nod but it'd be stupid not to. What happened back there...was an anomaly. A one time thing. This isn't about him or me, or anyone, or how I feel personally. All that matters right now, is finding this little girl. Comfort should be the last thing on my mind.
Daryl watched me for a few seconds longer before nodding. I wonder why he does that. Always waiting after getting his answers. Just watching before acknowledging— or straight up walking away.
"Andrea, I'm beggin' you don't put me in this position."
My attention was drawn to the RV where Andrea and Dale stood, but mark my words, one of these days I'm gonna ask him about it.
"I'm not going out there without my gun. I'll even say please." Andrea cocked her hips to the side.
Is she thick or something? How many times are gonna have to go over this?
"I'm doin' this for you." Dale shook his head.
"No, Dale, you're doing it for you. You need to stop."
Dale remained silent, putting some tools on the step just inside the RV side doorway.
"Oh what do you think's gonna happen, I'm gonna stick it in my mouth and pull the trigger the moment you hand it to me?" When did this escalate to suicide?
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Fanfiction"That's Evelyn, but she prefers Eve." Dale spoke from behind us. "She doesn't say much. Maybe you'll get to hear her voice someday." Evelyn Rider's light step and silent disposition have served her well during these dangerous times, but the dead are...
