The Walking Dead: Season 1.5 RPG

"We're going to Fort Benning," I answer. I point down the road at Rick, Shane, and Glenn. "Those three are going to get gas for the RV. Shane's going to sacrifice his Jeep." Sacrificing the Jeep so the rest of the convoy can go on. Is that what I should've done for Andrea? Should I have sacrificed her to spare her the pain?

I shift the weight of the rifle on my shoulder.

"Well, I'm going to keep watch," I announce to no one in particular. I climb up the ladder to the roof of the RV.

 

Glenn takes point while Rick and I walk two abreast. We trek down the road and I wait until Glenn is out of earshot before I talk.

"Listen, man. I'm really sorry about what I said earlier...It's just, all that crap that went down had me keyed up. I'm frustrated, angry, and just pissed off. Not at you, just at this whole damn situation. Ain't fair for me to take it out on you, you're only doing what you think's best. Same as we're all doing."

 

Before I know what's going on, Rick, Shane, and Glenn are walking off. Guess we know who's in charge now. Still not sure if it's for better or worse. I'm starting to think we're screwed either way.

"I'll go tell the others what's going down. We'll get some lookouts setup. I'm betting that boom'll be bringin' the geeks from halfway across the state." I check the ammo in my gun and start walking back to the other cars. I wasn't gonna say anything in front of the kid...but I don't know how much longer we're going to last...

 

OOC: Removed as promised.

 

Back in the day, I was all about the nightlife. I used to think mornings were for sleeping off the night before, and sunsets were the signal of the good times to come. Hittin' the clubs with my boys, Pickin' up a nice lookin' lady. A little drink, a little dance, and then who knows...

Now...now I can't stand the night for obvious reasons. It's sunrise I look forward to, if you can look forward to anything when you're in hell. Night is when you're the most vulnerable, it's when you lose half your camp to a surprise attack. Just like before...

SNAP

I spin around, shotgun at the ready, heart pounding in my throat, blood rushing in my ears blocking out all other sounds. I'm ready to blow the head off whatever's behind me...

It's a damn rabbit.

I actually let a small laugh out. Damned thing. I think about shooting it, but the last thing we need is the sound of a shot drawing every damn geek in the state down on us. Figures, Daryl's the only one with a crossbow, and he ain't here.

I take a step towards the rabbit, and it bolts. And the geeks come out of the woods...