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Rick held his breath as he continued to drop a little feed here and there, luring the chickens toward the stall. He counted about ten of them altogether. They’d have to fashion something to carry the chickens in when they left. They would be good egg source, and if not, they’d at least provide some meat. So it was a win-win either way.
Once he got most of them into the stall, he tossed the remainder of the feed inside, watching as the chickens clucked and rushed toward the dropped feed. Once the last one crossed the threshold, he managed to slide a large piece of wood over the door so that they would hopefully be secured inside so they could move freely around the rest of the barn for the time being. “Success,” he growled with a pump of his fist into the air.
He moved back toward the ladder. “Come on down. You can clean up some while I check the back of this truck.” He could only hope and pray that what was inside was worth all the trouble they had gone through today.
The chickens seemed happy enough to follow the trail of food - there were more than he’d initially thought, like they were some kind of chicken ninjas coming out of the woodwork. Still, that was good for them - they could take them back to the communities, make sure they had a steady supply of eggs.
Once they were secured Jesus let out a relieved little breath, the corner of his mouth crooking toward a smile as he watched Rick fist pump in celebration. Looks like they weren’t going to meet their end due to noisy chickens afterall.
“Thank god,” Jesus breathed as he lithely made his way down the ladder. It was impossible to ignore the smell from the rotting flesh they’d covered themselves in, and he was eager to get as much off as possible. He was glad he hadn’t worn his duster - it’d be a pain to get the blood and guts off it. Once the horde moved through he could go back and get it.
He headed toward a spigot that he imagined connected outside rain barrels, hoping they still worked after being unused for so long. He turned the tap and there were bubbling sounds, a soft whine, and then water came pouring out. “Got water!” he said, voice low, but enough for Rick to hear him. He was quick to fill up his bladder flask that was attached to his belt and set that aside before he let the water run over his hands, taking with it the rust stained blood. He couldn’t help the little relieved groan as he cupped the water and scrubbed it over his face, doing it again and again to get the blood off, though he was sure there was going to be some stuck in his beard until he could get to a shower with water pressure. He’d probably have to stop in Alexandria for that.













