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                                 Being an escaped convict, the last thing Michael wanted to do was draw any unnecessary attention as he crouched by the side of a road contemplating his next move, but  then again he also didn’t want to look suspicious. Pulling his jacket closer to himself in an attempt to disguise the prison jumpsuit, the escapee acknowledged the passer by,  ”Afternoon.”

Rick was scouting the outside of the prison, in hopes that he would find something on the walkers that would be of use. He would occasionally kill and loot them, killing two birds with one stone, and feel guilty in the process. That’s when he noticed him, the man that had wandered the outside of their precious home. Greetings were not necessary, the man was already a danger, a threat in his eyes. He didn’t bother to speak, words were not uttered to the man.

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