Bab 4: 4- On the move
(A/N: Today's chapter, is to thank Mah_Olliva for giving me my first two power stones. And coffeelove01 for the third one. And just before I was about to post this chapter, Belial232 for gifting three of them. Thank you all!
And shall I make the story pick up speed or continue as I am doing?
I did not read or watch anything related to "The Walking Dead" apart from Fanfics. But I am writing these chapters while watching the Serie.
Anyway, I think that's it for now, enjoy.)
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~ Season 1 episode 1, Kings County, Georgia, 3rd POV ~
The name of the middle-aged man that was standing over Ricks unconscious body is Morgan Jones, and the boy that stood beside him holding a shovel, was his son Duane.
Bothe of them looked up from Rick to Roy because of the noise he made while rushing outside.
Both men stared at each other for a while, one in surprise and the other in suspicions. After the surprise passed, Roy took aim at Duane while saying.
"What did you do to Rick, why is he unconscious. Answer me fast otherwise say goodbye to the kid."
"Wha- wait, don't shoot, don't shoot. My name is Morgan, and this is my son Duane. I apologize about your friend. My son thought he was a Walker, and I thought that, because of the bandages, he got bit or scratched, and would turn into one if he wasn't one already. As for the gunshot, it was for the Walker over there."
"That's no excuses, but that it isn't my place to accept your apologies. Let's go somewhere same to let Rick wake up."
Nodding their heads with nervous cold sweats, the father and son duo took Rick, and showed Roy the house they took over. Once inside the house, they started to have a conversation.
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~ 1st POV, Roy ~
"So, Roy, is that it? Anyway, We're, once again, sorry for your friend. We attacked out of instinct."
This was the nth time that they apologized to me about Rick, even if I told them that I wasn't the one they should apologize to. Once that got through their skulls, and I told them that we just woke up from the hospital, they tried to explain to me about the Walkers, and the situation we're now stuck living in. But I just said to explain it to us once Rick wakes up.
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~ Next morning, 3rd POV ~
That morning, after all the talk they had the night before, Rick killed his first Walker.
After he searched his house again, Rick took them at the local police station. Where there were guns, ammo, and most importantly, showers.
"Oooh that feels good, because the gas and electricity went out, it's been a while since me and Duane had a hot shower, thank you Rick."
After the showers, Roy and his group, took the guns and ammo for the police departments safe.
While take those, Morgan informed Roy and Rick about the fact that there's a refugee camp in Atlanta, and that if there is any place that Ricks family would be, it was there.
"I need to get to Atlanta then, I must search for my family to make sure they're safe." He looked at Roy. "Do you want to come too, Roy?"
"You see Rick, I've got no other place or people to return to. So, yes, I'll follow you."
'For now,'
Nodding, gratefully, if not a bit sadly. Rick turned and looked at Morgan, asking with him the same thing.
"No thank you Rick, I'll go my own way with my son. You take care of yourself."
"You too Morgan, you too."
After they said their goodbyes, Roy and Rick got in a police car and drove off from the station.
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~ A few hours later, Atlanta, 1st POV, Roy ~
That morning when I woke up, I found out that my ripped clothes washed and repaired themselves. The same went for my knife, and, I imagine, my gun.
Now, we're slowly riding in Atlanta on our horses, because the cop car went out of fuel a couple of hours before.
'I'm excited for what's about to happen, I wonder if anything's going to be different.'
I was as excited as a child in a candy store, to, finally, get some proper action, and meet the other characters that are part of the main cast.
For now, though, Atlanta's streets were disturbingly deserted and quiet. To the point that even Rick, who had no idea about the future, was getting fidgety and anxious.
Suddenly, the noise of a helicopter could be faintly heard overhead.
"Hey Rick, do you hear that? It sounds like an heli-" Rick cut me off mid sentence.
"It sounds like an helicopter." He ran off towards the noise, and the reflection that we could see from the nearby buildings.
'There he goes, the fucking dumbass.'
While cursing in my mind, I began following Rick around a corner. Coming face to face with an enormous horde of Walkers. Turning around, I made a beeline for a tank we passed earlier while Rick tried to get away, only to encounter another horde.
When Rick fell off his horse, dropping the bag containing the guns in the process, I went over to him, helped him up while taking the bag, and guided him to the tank.
Letting our horses become decoys, I killed the Walker on the tank, and Rick tried to open the top hatch. All the while, I had long taken out my beretta and was killing the Walkers that were the closest to us.
"Hurry up Rick, we don't have all day, nor the ammo to spare here!" I said to him, standing atop the tank beside him to shoot the Walkers.
"Give a second Roy! I'm nearly there if only the hatch would op- FINALLY, it's open Roy. GET IN!"
Shooting more Walkers, I went to the hatch, slowly slid in, then closed it. Sharing a relieved breath with Rick, I took out my knife under his confused eyes, and stabbed the Walkers inside the tank that was starting to wake up.
After killing the Walker, I closed the floor hatch, and then, let myself to relax for a bit.
Letting out a satisfied sigh, I addressed Rick. "Phew, that was one hell of a ride, wasn't it."
Muffling a nervous chuckle Rick answered. "You don't say Roy, you don't say."
Observing him carefully, I let out an internal sigh of relief.
'He doesn't seem to have noticed me taking out my magazines from my inventory. Speaking of magazine, how is it that those that came with the gun magically reload when I put them in my inventory? Hmm, it doesn't matter, I'll count it as part of the gift that keeps on giving.'
While I was in my thoughts, we kept hearing banging on and around the tank, signifying that the Walkers were all around us trying to eat us.
Suddenly, taking us out of our thoughts, the radio of the military vehicle went on.
"Hey you, dumbass. Yeah, you in the tank. You cozy in there?"
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(A/N: 1220 words.
And tell me how my try at writing dialogue went, I tried putting a bit more emotions in it.
Give constructive criticism, I want to improve!)
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