We've been walking for roughly two hours. The gray clouds finally parting. Saying their goodbyes while the warm afternoon sun takes their place. The three musketeers. I mean Rick, Michonne and I scanning the area for a small town.
"What about here?" I question. Dad turning his head to me then following my pointed finger to a small town. It's peaceful looking, untouched and clean.
Sitting within that tiny town is a pharmacy. It's probably loaded. Next to it is a clothing store, a supermarket with a gas station in front and smack across the street a comic book store and video game shop! jackpot!
"it'll do. Pharmacy and supermarket first Carl." Dad insisted.
I acknowledge the man with a simple nod and trudge through the thick grass to the town. The smell of a backed up sewer line and dead bodies fill the air causing me to gag. I take back the part of the town being clean.
"Let's just hurry." I hear michonne say the smell obviously too pungent for her as well.
"I'll take the supermarket. I can do it on my own." I state to my dad. The statement coming out rather harsh, however.
Shrugging it off I pull (y/n's) pistol out of my holster, carefully push the weakened glass door open and check the front of the store.
Nothing.
Just loads of food. The sight causes my stomach to grumble as I grab one of the old shopping carts and push it to the first aisle.
Cereals and other breakfast essentials.
My eyes scan the shelves. most of the boxes have water damage done to them, some have been left empty. I hate people who leave the box empty. I'm however soon met with a box of the store named breakfast bars, granola bars and a box of fruity circles.
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Four aisles later. My cart filled with the three breakfast items, four cans of tuna and some crackers I near a manager's office, shards of glass on the epoxy flooring. Tiny droplets of blood on the glass.
"someone there?" I question.
No answer.
The sound of someone moving against the carpet catches my attention however as I leave my shopping cart and peek in.
"Look I can see you. I won't hurt you." I reassure whomever it is.
It takes them awhile but they soon stand up. They look malnourished. Sick almost. the face of the human familiar but the blood on her face makes it hard to tell. Her hair sticking to her sweaty neck and her clothes faded and tattered.
"H-Help me please." the innocent voice begs. The voice is all too familiar. It causes the hairs on the back of my neck to go erect.
"(y-y/n) is that you?"
A/N
Part two edited! Making some progress here lol.
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