COME TOO FAR [open]

[rick grimes]

Rick had traveled over forty miles before his cruiser decided to die. He sat there for a moment his mind racing before he finally got out, grabbed his things and started walking. He only made it a few miles before exhaustion began setting in. After lying in a bed for heaven knows how long, his muscles weren't where they needed to be for such a long trek. His legs were burning and his head was swimming from dehydration. He would be able to last a few more miles before he needed to stop. Someone must have been looking over him because before long he came across a house with a horse. He didn't find much else. Without wasting much time he was on the road again, this time on horseback.

When the street markers on the way to Atlanta began counting down he knew he was getting closer. Twenty miles turned to ten and then five. The Atlanta sky line rose in the distance. Thus far he hadn't come across any of the dead directly. He had passed a few standing on the side of the road but they couldn't catch up with him. With things still a bit hazy he wasn't sure if he would have been able to defend himself against one, must less an entire herd. He wasn't strong enough. Thankfully the guns filling the bag on his back would help in a tight situation.

Where was the living? He, Morgan, and Duane couldn't be the only people left...right? As he rode into Atlanta, his dark eyes searched the empty streets looking for any signs of someone breathing, yet all he passed were corpses and empty streets.

Would he ever find his family after all of this? Were they even alive? A small part of him knew that they had to be. Lori was strong. She'd fight until the very end. Carl was young but he was a fighter too. There was no way they'd let something like this end everything.

As he rounded a corner his good luck came to an end. A dozen walkers blocked his path. The horse reared up and he found himself crashing to the ground. The growl of blood thirty corpses filled the streets as they barreled toward him.

This was it. He'd never see his family again.

[the herd]

No thoughts', just mindless groaning. The distant moans of the large mass of walkers was thick. "Mmmmm." A distant noise wiggled the ears of the lot, and they each looked around curious. As the living being neared, the herd turned to smell the flesh. They could see the living, and see it breathing.

The horse had kicked the human off, and firstly the herd raced over to attack the horse. Tens of them used all their might, and dirty sharp nails to dig into the horse until it's insides became view able. The herd ate the horse, but a slightly smaller herd noticed the living human. They each cocked their head at him, and started heading toward him.

[rick grimes]

He needed to get up. He needed to move. Heart throbbing in his chest, Rick rolled onto his stomach and pushed up from the ground. The bag of guns lay a few feet away from him and he lurched forward to grab a hold of the straps before one of the dead could stumble over it. Grabbing at the revolver in his holster, he fired a few shots into the herd taking down two. It wasn't enough and he knew it. Shooting would only draw more of them in. His horse had fallen and was now food for the growing number of dead traveling in groups down the street.

Thinking quickly, he took the side walk and worked his way around the corpses. He slammed the handle of his gun into the skull of a dead man whose entire face was torn to shreds. The sight made his stomach sick but he managed to keep what little food he had in his system down.

He took a sharp right and that's when he saw the alley. It looked empty and the large gate at the end would block the dead from following him. Making a beeline in that direction, he ran as fast as he could, his grip tightening on his gun just in case he had to use it again.

[the herd]

The man was getting away! The few of the herd kept coming for him. But the man continued to attack them. Shooting a few, and killing them. He had started darting in the streets, and the groaning grew louder as a few of the walkers heard footsteps heading toward the alley way. From beside a dumpster, one lurched toward him. A few more still coming from behind.

One tripped over another, and broke its leg. The broken leg walker continued trying to crawl after him. The gated area was free of any walkers on the inside, but once inside there was only one way out. The only way out, was up. A long ladder could be seen with rounded sections to prevent one from falling off. The herd continued to eat the horse, but as the horse ran dry so did the walkers distraction.

Each began standing up, and searching frantically again. The smell of flesh still in the air. They each made their way toward the noises of the gun they had heard. Continuing to chase after, what seemed to be, the only living human in a dead city.


glenn rhee

[glenn rhee]

He had seen this man and his struggles from inside of the building, and although the other decided against it, Glenn knew he had to help.

The Pizza Delivery Boy took a moment to think about how he could help him. What place was there around that he could use to get the stranger to safety? See, Glenn knew every nook and cranny of Atlanta. Now there was a map in his head, floating and turning around like the dramatic camera angles in Resident Evil, zooming in and out of possible escape routes. The back door to the noodle shop next door was locked tight, and the front was swarmed with walkers. The roof access was blocked, the book store was torn apart, the gated area near-by that held the power boxes would just be a trap.. What else was there? 

Glenn's eyes widened, a gasp escaping his dry lips. He gripped onto his Glock 19, rushing down the stairs that lead to the roof. He ignored the others asking where he was going and just ran, almost slamming into a wall at the bottom of the stairs. Fortunately, he was able to push himself back with his free hand. He then pushed his side against the pushing bar of a door, using his weight to open it. Again, almost injuring himself, Glenn stood on the fire escape. He frantically grabbed for the bar before he could flip off and gave a stressed shout. "Hey!"

There was no way Glenn could be cool about this. This man would die if he didn't help, and he wasn't ready to see anyone else die.

"Up here!", he called for the stranger, using both his voice and his hand to gesture towards the ladder, "Come on! Up the ladder!" Glenn then turned, aiming his gun down at the walkers that neared. "I'll keep them off you!", he declared.

[rick grimes]

As soon as he entered the alley he knew it had been a bad idea. Rick quickly halted his steps and stumbled backwards as a group of walkers rushed toward him, their bloody mouths hanging open hungrily. He turned on the spot and tried to retrace his steps but the way he came was blocked too. He raised his gun in a feeble attempt to buy himself more time when a voice above grabbed his attention. With his heart throbbing in his ears it took him a second to hear what the man yelled at him. A ladder? He looked toward the building and sure enough a rickety ladder dangled a few feet off the ground. Firing off a shot at the closest walker, he darted toward the ladder.

Rick clambered ontop of the grime covered trash can and gripped the ladder steps and began pulling himself up. He was barely a few feet up when one of the walkers grabbed a hold of his bag. Before he knew what was happening the entire bag ripped and guns dropped everywhere. The sound of metal hitting cement echoed down the alley and he could have sworn the groans grew louder. Climbing as fast as his tired body could manage he reached the man. A labored 'thanks' was all he could manage as he fought to catch his breath. That had been close. He needed to be more careful.

glenn rhee

[glenn rhee]

"Yeah..", he almost whispered, looking down at all the monsters. Glenn fixed his hat, looking over it all. All those rotting bodies, wanting to eat them.. The saddest part was that they were all people once, probably good people too. Now, a bit of polished wood caught his eye. Glenn gave a squint to his eyes, trying to get a better look. Once some of the walkers moved, he realized that the bit of wood was a gun, and that there were more guns around it. His dark eyes traveled back to look at the stranger, looking at the ripped bag. A frown pulled at his lips. This man had just escaped all of those horrible things, but lost so much by the laws of this new world they lived in.

Glenn furrowed his brows, looking up at the man. His eyes now scanned his being for any more blood than there should be. His breaths were heavy and he was clearly out of shape, but he continued to speak. "You alright? No bites, no scratches?", Glenn asked while turning to the man. 


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[rick grimes]

Rick was still visibly shaken. Up until that point he hadn't had to face the walkers head on without help. Morgan had shown him out to kill them but really getting in there and doing it was still taking a while to get used to. Wiping away the sweat that dripped down his forehead, Rick leaned forward to look down at the darkening group of walkers They stretched their arms upward as if trying to climb the air to get to them. None of them noticed the ladder inches from their faces but he doubted they'd be able to climb it even if they did.

Rick looked toward the man. His gaze drifted over his baseball cap and his dirty tee shirt . He didn't look too bad off. The question he asked took him aback for a moment and he blinked in confusion before it dawned on him just what he was being asked.

"No, no. I'm fine. I think..." He murmured, his voice trembling. He lifted his arms awkwardly to convince himself that yes, he was okay. He took a deep breath and glanced around. "Are you stranded here?" he asked. He couldn't understand why he was on the roof top by himself. He hadn't seen any living people besides Morgan and Duane since leaving King County so seeing a reasonably healthy guy was a bit of a shock.

"You alone up here?"

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[glenn rhee]

"Good..", he practically mouthed, his eyes lowering as he listened to the man speak. 

Now they raised, Glenn's dark hues, looking back up at the stranger and giving a shake to his head. "Yes and no.", he swallowed his spit before continuing, "There's others, but we.. are kinda stranded, yeah.." He looked the man over again. He'd seem to gone through some kind of shit worse than the pizza boy had, but he wasn't going to ask about it, not now anyway. It was strange, seeing someone wearing a uniform that didn't want to blow his head off. All the soldiers and police men he'd seen either died, or threatened to kill him and his friends because they were 'infected' and standing too close.. This man seemed friendly though.

Glenn then reached out his hand to the stranger, "I'm Glenn." His eyes squinted some more, looking up at him. "You a.. sheriff?", his eyes traveled down to the patch on the stranger's right arm.



rick grimes

[rick grimes]

Rick let the man's words sink in for a moment. Jaw tightening, he shifted on his feet and nodded. "Guess those gun shots didn't help," he said, frowning a bit. He hadn't been thinking about making noise or ruining other people's plans. Getting off the street alive had been his first priority. From what he could tell the guy had been stranded a while before he arrived anyway. Deciding not to question him further about his group, Rick reached out a hand and shook Glenn's.

"Rick...Grimes. And yes, I am...was." He clicked his tongue and grimaced. "Not any more." He glanced momentarily at his uniform before looking at Glenn again.

"I'm looking for my family. I have a wife and son. Figured they'd be in the city but it looks taken over." He wanted to ask for help but didn't feel like it was his place. Glenn had helped him enough already. If he could join him with the others maybe they had a camp. Any place was better than traveling around alone at this point. With only the gun in his holster he'd need some help to retrieve the guns below if they could clear the alley.

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[glenn rhee]

"I know I heard a kid ask about his dad back at camp, but..", he slowly looked up at Rick, frowning softly. Glenn's father walked out of his family when he was just a kid, so he didn't know what it was really like.. but by Rick's expression, he could tell his family meant something to him. 

"..Look, I'll help you get your guns back, then we can all get back to the camp. From there, I'm sure someone will know where they are.", he then gave a small smile, trying to lighten the mood. "They have to be safe if they lived with a sheriff." Glenn gave one last glance to the cluster of monsters beneath them and back at Rick. "Now, how about we ditch these geeks? We can come back when they get bored."


rick grimes

[rick grimes]

"I know I heard a kid ask about his dad back at camp, but..",

Rick's eyes widened for a moment before common sense set in. There were bound to be many children without parents these days. It would be silly to assume that this kid Glenn spoke of was Carl. The world wouldn't make things that simple or that good. No, he had to keep searching for them. That was if they could get out of this building alive.

He nodded. Making sense of everything that had happened so far was becoming a real task but Glenn seemed to be willing to help him. It was his best bet at this point. If they had a camp there had to be other survivors. A group. Safety seemed to come in numbers and if they'd take him in maybe he could offer them something in return for saving his life.

"Yeah, lets go." He said, smiling softly. He wondered how the others would take to him joining them. There was bound to be conflict but being a cop he was ready for whatever they threw at him.

Note: We can end here. Since we don't have a group to go to, we can always assume Rick was welcomed like in the show, they got the guns with Glenn's help and returned to the camp? What do you think?

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[glenn rhee]

Note: Sounds good. Should we tag Lori and Carl and all them then?


rick grimes

[rick grimes]

Note: We could yeah. I'll start something for us. XD