Dead love in my hands (Troy Otto story/ Fear the walking dead/ ftwd)

Walk

"You can't rely on anyone more than yourself."

"If it wasn't for you, I would have died in the desert. You light my way."

"You don't underestimate yourself."

"But you overestimate me, Dell," he ran his palm over my cheek, "and it motivates me."

"You know, I..."

Suddenly, Troy pushed me behind him. It is unclear where the walkers came from.

"What the fuck? We cleaned up everything here yesterday!" Troy took out a knife and began to kill the zombies approaching him. I joined too. We were still standing on the edge of the cliff, which greatly complicated our situation. Literally a meter separated us from certain death. There were more and more walkers.

"Dell, go away!" Troy shouted, several dead men headed towards his voice.

"You can't handle this alone! There are too many of them here!"

"We can't even do this together! Go away!"

I didn't answer him. It wasn't my plan to leave him here.

"Dell!" he barked, "go away!"

But I still continued to wield the knife. Suddenly one of the dead men knocked me to the ground. My head and part of my back were hanging off the cliff. I punched him in the head, he flew down, but there were several more dead men behind him, who started falling on me right after I dropped the first one.

Troy probably didn't even notice it, because he himself was surrounded and pushed to the cliff.

When I thought, "Well, that's it," shots rang out. The walkers who were above me fell and softened on the dry ground. I was able to get up. Troy, too, was already out of danger. Looking around in search of our savior, we noticed that he himself was already approaching us. Aron.

"You guys are just lucky! And why didn't you shoot them? Were you afraid to attract even more attention?"

"What are you doing here?"  I frowned.

"I thought the word 'thank you' sounded different," Aron said, grinning.

"Thank you, of course. But the question remains," Troy supported my bewilderment.

"I just decided to take a walk," he spread his hands.

"What a coincidence! Right after us?" I was in mixed feelings. On the one hand, he saved us, but on the other hand, I couldn't help thinking that Aron was watching us.

"You know what I think? It's quite strange that everything coincided like this: we are surrounded by walkers right at the cliff, although the militia cleared the territory of them only yesterday. And then you show up with a rifle on the edge and save us! It's just a miracle! You would have noticed that crowd yesterday, wouldn't you, Troy?"

"Dell, calm down. The main thing is that we are alive."

"What if he brought them?"

Troy thought for a moment.

"Are you serious? Do you really want to blame me for this? Maybe Troy doesn't look around well, since he didn't notice them right away?! Bad skill for a military man!"

"Aron, answer the question!"

"Della, are you crazy?! So you're thanking me for saving you?!"

"Dell, it's strange to save us at all, if suddenly he brought walkers, then why would he...?"

"I have no idea," I shook my head and pointedly bowed out, "thank you very much, Aron!"

"Stop it. I really didn't lead them to you."