Fire.
The former soldier crept quietly through the town in ruins with his weapon in hand and prepared for the worst. He slipped into a dark narrow alleyway between two buildings as his eyes darted around at town inhabitants fleeing for their lives as the dead invaded their home.
He licked his dry lips as he watched the flames engulfing the building he began to call home when the world went to hell. Determination filled his face as he checked his gun for bullets before hiding it in the waistband of his pants.
He was now a man on a mission.
Things were finally getting somewhat easier in this new world and he was not about to let one man change his fate. His only goal now was to survive. He needed to get into the armory if there was going to be …show more content…
He followed slowly after her keeping his footsteps light. He could feel the hunter and his crossbow behind him.
When he entered, he was surprised to see a good amount of people in the weapons room. Many of them, to no surprise, were part of the last new coming group. The ones whose presence ultimately led to Woodbury’s apparent demise. They all looked up when at their entrance.
His eyes scanned the room until they landed on the man he was looking for.
Bingo.
“There are still others out there. Hell, my wife and two of my kids are still out there,” Hershel Green said agitatedly.
“I’m sure they’re inside and safe Daddy,” his older daughter, Maggie said walking up to him and putting a hand on his shoulder.
“We need to do something though,” the man named Morgan said with a sigh. “We can’t stay in here forever and something tells me they won’t be leaving too soon.”
Rick Grimes, their audacious leader, finally spoke up, stepping away from the shelf he was leaning against. “We need to get to the cars. The place is overrun and there’s no salvaging that gate. Our only hope is getting out of here.”
“What about my family? The rest of your group?”
“We’ll get them. I promise
The former soldier crept quietly through the town in ruins with his weapon in hand and prepared for the worst. He slipped into a dark narrow alleyway between two buildings as his eyes darted around at town inhabitants fleeing for their lives as the dead invaded their home.
He licked his dry lips as he watched the flames engulfing the building he began to call home when the world went to hell. Determination filled his face as he checked his gun for bullets before hiding it in the waistband of his pants.
He was now a man on a mission.
Things were finally getting somewhat easier in this new world and he was not about to let one man change his fate. His only goal now was to survive. He needed to get into the armory if there was going to be …show more content…
He followed slowly after her keeping his footsteps light. He could feel the hunter and his crossbow behind him.
When he entered, he was surprised to see a good amount of people in the weapons room. Many of them, to no surprise, were part of the last new coming group. The ones whose presence ultimately led to Woodbury’s apparent demise. They all looked up when at their entrance.
His eyes scanned the room until they landed on the man he was looking for.
Bingo.
“There are still others out there. Hell, my wife and two of my kids are still out there,” Hershel Green said agitatedly.
“I’m sure they’re inside and safe Daddy,” his older daughter, Maggie said walking up to him and putting a hand on his shoulder.
“We need to do something though,” the man named Morgan said with a sigh. “We can’t stay in here forever and something tells me they won’t be leaving too soon.”
Rick Grimes, their audacious leader, finally spoke up, stepping away from the shelf he was leaning against. “We need to get to the cars. The place is overrun and there’s no salvaging that gate. Our only hope is getting out of here.”
“What about my family? The rest of your group?”
“We’ll get them. I promise