Screwin' With Us

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Heather's POV

I told the others that we needed a plan, this place was Not Safe, and if we stayed any longer we could die, or be killed. I didn't sleep for a long time, and it was only after Tara settled down with me. I felt lost without my pack and my necklace, the absence of my comforting blanket left me feeling bare. Even after Tara and Rosita stopped the bleeding on my neck, I still felt numb all over.

This time, Tara laid her head in my lap, and I stroked her hair out of her face affectionately, my hands were buzzing every time I touched her, but I was getting used to it.

In the morning, the car gradually grew warmer. Soon we heard lots of commotion and gunshots being fired. We heard Gareth commanding people to get in our car, we shrunk back away from the door, as sudden light poured in from the outside. A tall man with flecks of blood in his beard stepped in first, then another man with a leather jacket, then a black woman with a sword sheath attached to her back, the a young boy stepped in. When they closed the door again, Glenn stepped forward, "Rick?"

The first man looked around the car, staring at Tara for more than a few moments, I took her hand reassuringly, while his gaze traveled around to the rest of the group.

"They're gonna feel pretty stupid when they find out..." Rick said.

"Find out what?" Abraham and I said at the same time.

He looked through a crack in the car, "they're screwin' with the wrong people." He said darkly for dramatic flare.

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