Don't Let Go (Walking Dead FF/Carl Grimes)

~Chapter 43~

PREVIOUSLY:     

"We all pull up our flashlights and the others also pull out their guns, walking around quietly. I follow behind Glenn quickly as we all creep through the warehouse. The door squeaks again as it closes shut, leaving us trapped inside.

If only we knew what was to come.

PRESENT:

Silence fills the air as we slowly step through the warehouse. I point my flashlight all around me as I grow more nervous with each agonizing step. 

"Okay, let's move."

Glenn steps just in front of me, looking back at me every once in a while.

"Tara?" he calls over.

"Yeah?"

"You got it?"

"I got this aisle."

The short conversation comes to a stop as we approach the middle of the warehouse.

"Stay close to me." Glenn says, pulling me to his side.

We step further down our aisle, with Noah, Aidan and Nicholas a few steps behind us, just as a deep rattle is heard from the opposite side of the warehouse. 

Just as quiet growls come within hearing distance, Glenn comes to an abrupt stop, quieting the group down. We all stop behind him, listening to the groans of the walkers.

"I think they might be stuck behind something." I whisper, looking up at Glenn.

"How do you know?" Aidan asks, pointing his flashlight at me.

"She doesn't." Noah says.

"But they aren't here yet, so we should probably check it out." Glenn adds, "Hey, let's go."

We follow behind him slowly, listening as the growls of the walkers become louder with each excruciating step.

"Eyes up." 

We come to a dead end and turn to the left. I step into Glenn's side, hearing the rattling of a fence grow nearer to us. We step passed another shelf of boxes when suddenly  a walker slams against a gate making me and Glenn jump to the side.

We point our flashlights all around the fence, checking each lock.

"Clear here." Glenn calls out.

"Same." Tara replies. 

"You know your stuff." Aidan comments.

"Well we were out there a long time." 

"Well let's get to work."

Tara and I point our flashlights over to a frightened Eugene.

"You're up."

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We walk down the aisle opposite of Tara and Eugene, pointing our flashlights at each and every box, hoping to find what we need. In the next aisle, I hear Tara cut into a box and the packaging popcorn spill out.

"That's it." Eugene says.

"We found it." Tara calls out.

Glenn, Noah and I walk to our side of the aisle, pointing our flashlights over the shelf at them. Tara pulls out what we're looking for as packaging popcorn falls out.

"Good job, Eugene." I tell him. 

Suddenly, a loud growl erupts behind us. We look over the shelf at Aidan, who shoots at a walker covered in military armor. It's mask covers its charred face as it just stumbles back slightly with each hit.