★Tank scene★

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Author note: Sorry but this might be sh*t, I don't have much of an idea but I wanted to release something again

The metal doors of the department store slam shut behind them, followed by the heavy clanking of iron chains as Glenn frantically locks the walkers outside. The glass doors groan under the weight of hundreds of decaying bodies pressing against them, their dead hands scratching at the surface. Gunfire, screams, and pure adrenaline are still echoing through the dusty air of the store.

Rick is hyperventilating, his chest heaving under his sweat-stained sheriff's uniform. His skin is pale, covered in dirt, blood, and grime. He lost his hat, his horse was ripped to pieces, and he was seconds away from blowing his own brains out inside that tank. But then, your voice came through the radio. Your frantic, shaking voice, calling him an idiot and telling him where to run. You survived. You were alive.

He doesn't care about the other survivors shouting at him for bringing a horde to their doors. His frantic, bloodshot blue eyes scan the dim room until they finally lock onto you. For a second, the legendary, stoic small-town deputy completely vanishes. His lips tremble, and a raw, breathless sob escapes his throat...