Shelter || Rick & Alicia
The shots, the noise, the panic. Everything around her had been destroyed, and in the middle of the chaos, Alicia found herself alone, laying in the ground, trying to think how things had been ruined in so little time. Their shelter, their home, wasn’t a safe place anymore. The bus had left with the children and the elders, or that’s what she thought. And Hershel. And everybody else… It was hard to breath, one of Governor’s men had knocked her, she had reveived a shot in her right arm and she couldn’t remember what had hit her, but the pain she was feeling on her chest, sharp and breathtaking, was what scared her the most. She didn’t know if she had been shot, or just hit by the debris. She tried to reunite the strenght to get up before anybody could find her and finish her.
The pain was heavy. Still, when she heard footsteps near her, she incorporated herself to look at the stranger, her eyes widening and soon filling with tears. Even so, she didn’t get the tears roll down her cheeks. She got up, using all her will, and walked to the man. “Rick…” she whispered.
When Rick is on his feet, his first instinct is to find Carl and Judith, to make sure he’s still alive. The sound of the tank moving past him causes him to wince slightly, he watches as they destroy his home, watches as the Governor’s soldiers kill his people and blow up everything they worked hard for. All the supplies, the fences that kept them safe, everything is gone. He pushes himself forward nonetheless, unsure of how he’s even walking, in search of his boy and his daughter. He heard someone call his name soon enough, watched as a fragile Alicia stumbled towards him, leaving a trail of blood behind her. She was badly injured and it didn’t take Rick long to realise that. He would have carried her, would have scooped her up and took her to safety, but he was just as badly injured as she was.
The former sheriff limped over to her, tears welling up in his eyes at the sight of her. This was his fault, he was the reason this had happened. Maybe if he had shot the Governor down before he killed Hershel, none of this would have happened. “We need to find the others,” he fought through the pain and scooped his arm around her waist, supporting her.
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