Time: Afternoon
Location: On the road
Interacting with: Caesar
"Jackie Chan is my bitch," Meg muttered under her breath, incredulously. This guy was either high, or a testosterone fuelled monster. Probably the second one, Meg assumed. Seeing as the testosterone bank was busy fixing up their newest guest, Meg tried driving as slowly as she possibly could - without running the risk of getting caught by the walkers still stumbling behind them.
The weather was still shitty as ever; hail and rain was pouring down in buckets making it harder for Meg to drive carefully.
Should've bought an SUV, she thought, cursing herself. Well, she couldn't blame the weather lady for this, unless Lady Luck wanted to take credit for the shitty weather.
"We'r un tack, all dow, mu pl dead," The sudden cracking from the radio pulled her out of her misery. She furrowed her eyebrows, mentally repeating the words to make some sort of sense out of the broken words. Well, the last word was certainly discernible out of the mumbo jumbo, the very word that chilled Meg to the core.
"Caesar!" She called from the inside, her fingers curling around the steering wheel tightly- to the point where her knuckles turned white from the strain.
"I think something bad's going down in Newnan! We gotta turn back around!"
Time: Afternoon
Location: Newnan
Interacting with: Vivian
You know how people claim that they see their last moments in slow motion? Well, bull-fucking-shit. The crazy suit guy was coming, and boy was he coming in
fast. The older twin was paralysed beside the Doc, watching as he--
The man's scream was the only thing Sidd could hear through the blood pounding past his ears. It was as if some sort of miracle that Viv was able to tear out the crazy lunatic's muscle and bring him down. It was at this moment he thanked whatever deity above was watching over him for sending him one of the most cut-throat bitches in what was supposed to be his final moments.
"Get me inside the infirmary," yes ma'am. Carefully taking Vivian's arm, he hung it around his shoulder before slowly standing up. He definitely was no hero, and he proved it by not being strong enough to carry her the fuck out of there. Wrapping his other arm around her waist to keep her steady, he muttered
"thank Christ we only had to deal with one guy." And they were lucky that the infirmary was simply the next block.
Well, it was as if Lady Luck had a real sick sense of humour. It was literally
raining dead by the time Sid had helped Vivian to the main block/infirmary.
"There is absolutely no fucking way this is real." And there was the panic again.
The walking dead,
inside Newnan.
Fucking fantastic.
...said no one ever.
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