He didn’t hear her. Not until it was too late ( by his standards, where he should’ve heard her first ). Whirling around to face the stranger, Rick’s gun raises, the barrel greeting her before he does. He’s careful – cautious – his nerves frayed at the edges, leaving him to react impulsively and protectively first and foremost.
❝ Why’re you followin’ me? ❞
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