Kapitel 549: C549 Camps Collide

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In the dimly lit camp, the radio sat in the center of a crowded group, surrounded by skeptical eyes. Glen, with a determined expression, reached for the device and hesitated for a moment before pressing the transmission button. The crackling sound filled the air as he spoke into the mic, "Hello? Is anyone out there?"

A brief silence hung in the air, tension building as the group awaited a response. Suddenly, a voice crackled through the radio, and it wasn't the static they expected. "This is Major Lewis. Who the hell is this and how did you get on our frequency?"

The camp members exchanged shocked glances, and all eyes turned to Rick. The realization hit them like a thunderbolt… he wasn't lying. A military connection was indeed within reach. Major Lewis's voice continued, demanding answers, and Glen stumbled over his words as he explained the situation.

"Major Lewis, sir, we didn't mean to intrude. We were just trying to figure out if this guy, Rick, was telling the truth about you. We didn't expect to get a real military guy on the radio." Glen passed for a moment, working up the courage to finally ask. "Umm, sir, c-can we join your camp? We've got more than 50 people, children included, who all need food and water. If we don't get some help soon, I'm afraid we won't make it passed the week…"

The major's response was laced with confusion, "Rick? You mean the coma patient? Hold on a second." There was a pause, the static filling the void of silence.

The gravity of the moment sank in, and the camp members exchanged astonished glances. They had stumbled upon a lifeline in this apocalyptic nightmare, and it was more than any of them had dared to hope for. But the surprise didn't end there.

MJ's voice, calm and collected, emerged over the radio waves. "Major Lewis, this is MJ. I overheard your conversation. Peter gave Rick a radio before he left and invited him to join us again after he found his family. Can you pick them up?"

Major Lewis hesitated, processing the unexpected turn of events. "Im sorry, but we're already spread thin as it is with building the wall, cleaning up the town, and now I have men on their way to you to transport the cure from the CDC…"

Instantly, all eyes widened as Glen nearly dropped the radio out of pure shock. Cleaning up a town? Building a wall? Those two things were incredible already, as It meant that Rick's talk of a safe haven was real, but that wasn't what sent them all into a stunned silence.

Andrea was the first to speak. "Did he just say cure?"

"I-I think he did…" Morales muttered as he and everyone else turned to Glen.

Talking over the radio again, Glen asked for clarification. "Umm, sorry, but did you just say cure? Like a cure for the outbreak?"

"Yes," MJ replied curtly, "but we can discuss that later. Where are you right now?"

Hope filled everyone's eyes as Glen swiftly answered. "We're at the old abandoned Quint Materials Company Road Base Quarry outside of Atlanta."

"Good, you're close by." MJ replies as if she didn't already know where they were. "Start packing and I'll send some soldiers over to pick you up by the end of the day tomorrow."

The camp members, still in shock, listened to the exchange with wide-eyed amazement. The prospect of being rescued by the military felt like a dream come true.

Soon enough, the radio went silent, leaving the camp members to contemplate the whirlwind of events. Rick, bound to the tree, glanced around at the faces of those who had doubted him. The irony of being both the problem and the solution wasn't lost on him.

Suddenly, Lori spoke. "Umm, what are we supposed to tell them when they come and see Rick tied up like this?" After all, they failed to mention the fact that Rick, their only connection to these military people, killed someone.

The camp members exchanged uncertain glances, the weight of their decisions and the impending arrival of military rescue settling over them.

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Time passed swiftly, and the military convoy dispatched by Major Lewis arrived at the CDC. With military precision, they swiftly gathered the cure, boxes and crates filled to the brim, loading up their trucks before heading it once again.

MJ, having entrusted Edwin with the CDC's operations for the time being, joined the convoy. After all, she promised to pick up the survivors at the Quarry camp, not to mention the fact that she wanted to see more characters from the show.

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It didn't take long for the convoy to make its way to the old abandoned Quarry outside Atlanta. Excitement buzzed among the survivors as they prepared to leave the confines of their temporary home. Meanwhile, Rick remained tied, a tense atmosphere surrounding him. MJ, who road shotgun at the front of the convoy, surveyed the scene with a mixture of anticipation and concern.

As the military vehicles rolled to a stop, the survivors greeted their saviors with eager smiles. However, MJ's eyes widened as they fell upon Rick, bound in ropes. Carl, his son, stood at a safe distance, longingly eyeing his bound father. But sadly his mother wouldn't let him go anywhere near Rick.

Approaching the group, MJ demanded an explanation. The camp members hesitated before Andrea stepped forward. "Rick found Shane sleeping with his wife, Lori, and shot him in the head. We've kept him tied up since then, as we didn't know what else to do."

MJ's expression tightened as she processed the revelation. "This complicates things," she muttered under her breath. After a moment of contemplation, she issued a directive, "Hand him over. We'll deal with this later. Everyone, load up. We're leaving."

The survivors, visibly relieved that the military hadn't abandoned them after learning about Rick's actions, hurriedly obeyed MJ's orders. Trucks were loaded with supplies, and the once desolate camp began to buzz with activity. Lori, however, wasn't content to let the matter slide.

As they prepared to depart, Lori watched with a mix of frustration and disbelief as MJ approached Rick with a knife. "What are you doing?" Lori protested, her voice tense.

MJ looked at Lori, her expression stern. "Cutting him loose." With a swift motion, she sliced through the ropes binding Rick, his limbs freed.

Lori, unable to contain her frustration, spoke up again. "He killed Shane! What kind of justice is this?"

Daryl, who had been nearby, stepped in, his voice low and firm. "Look, lady, you really wanna argue with them?" He gestured toward the armed soldiers that protectively followed MJ's every move. "We're getting a ride to safety, so best keep quiet and enjoy it, understood?"

Lori bit her lip in contemplation, her gaze flickering between MJ, the soldiers, and her now free ex-husband. In the face of military authority and the prospect of safety, she reluctantly relented. "Fine…"

As the trucks rumbled away, packed full of crates of serum and rescued survivors, MJ couldn't help but look over at Rick, wondering what they should do about him. 'Didn't he kill Shane in the show as well?' She thought. 'Whatever, we're leaving soon anyway, so somebody else can deal with it.'

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Returning to the town that Rick had spoken about, the survivors from the Quarry were met with a hive of activity. The once desolate streets were now abuzz with soldiers and civilians diligently working.

Shipping containers were strategically placed to create a protective barrier, surrounding the town and warding off potential threats from the infected. The sight was surreal, a manifestation of safety in the midst of chaos.

As the trucks rolled through the entrance, the survivors couldn't help but marvel at the transformation. The town's exterior was fortified, streets being cleaned of blood and bodies, the air filled with the scent of a burning campfire.

Military personnel, armed and vigilant, patrolled the streets, turning the once-ravaged town into a beacon of hope. Even tanks rumbled through the town, a visible display of the military's commitment to securing the area.

Upon seeing this, Daryl turned to his brother, a look of concern clear in his eyes. "Merle-"

Merle, knowing what his brother would say, cut him off. "I know, I know, I'll be on my best behavior…" After all, he didn't feel like p*ssing off the military either.

The survivors from the Quarry, now seeing the safe haven that Rick had promised, found it hard to contain their emotions. Tears flowed freely as they absorbed the scene before them. The town, nearly enclosed by shipping containers, represented a sanctuary, a stark contrast to the horrors they had endured up until now.

Upon arriving at the hospital camp, where everyone was temporarily staying until the town was fully secured, the Quarry group was met with warm smiles and open arms. The town's population, a mix of military personnel and survivors, welcomed them with smiles on their faces. The stark difference in atmosphere from the grim quarry camp brought a sense of relief to the newcomers.

The military wasted no time in unloading the trucks filled with crates of the cure. The survivors watched in awe as soldiers efficiently organized the operation. Trucks, each laden with boxes containing the life-saving serum, lined the streets.

In an orderly fashion, the group from the Quarry was directed to a designated area. Doctors, clad in protective gear, efficiently administered the cure to each member. The survivors, still overwhelmed by the rapid turn of events, couldn't believe their luck. Hope stirred within them as the needle pierced their skin, delivering the promise of protection from the devastating fungus.

The simplicity of the process contrasted sharply with the profound impact it would have on their lives. Tears of relief and gratitude streamed down their faces as the cure flowed through their veins. The weight of uncertainty that had burdened them for so long began to lift.

As the last survivor received their shot, a sense of unity filled the air. The Quarry group, now officially part of this resilient town, looked around at their new surroundings. The hospital camp, bustling with activity, seemed like a temporary respite before the town's complete transformation.

Hope, once a distant dream, now bloomed in the hearts of the survivors. The town, fortified and alive with the spirit of resilience, promised a chance at normalcy in a world that had long forgotten such a concept. The military presence, the cure coursing through their veins, and the newfound community around them instilled a sense of optimism for the future.

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