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          Chocolate hues scan the area frequently, sometimes using the scope on his rifle to get a better look every so often ---- however, nothing is ever usually out of the norm. The dead will sometimes walk along the fences, just a few out in the open field behind the safety of the gates. That's when he hears it  :  a gun being fired. It's loud, which means it's close. Binoculars are lifted and he notices a woman, probably close to his own age, limping her way out of the thick trees surrounding the perimeter. She's being chased by more of the dead than she can seem to shoot down. Maybe a dozen or so. 

❝ Oh, damn it, ❞ he mutters before aiming his gun and training it on the walkers closest to the woman, ❝ Rick!!! ❞ He yells as loud as he can, knowing that the former sheriff surely heard the gunshots as well. He takes his own shots, dropping three of the walkers inching closer to the woman before hurrying down the stairs of the watchtower. His knees ache with each step, but his adrenaline keeps him moving. As soon as he's on the ground, he runs at a slower pace behind Rick who is already heading for the fences, python in the hand and ready. Richard uses his pistol this time ---- all three of them continue to take their shots until every walker is down, and Richard moves to the gate on Rick's okay to open it, ❝ Miss ---- ❞ Richard calls to the woman, noticing the blood pouring from an open wound on her leg, ❝ ---- were you bitten? ❞

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     Some days, hope feels too intangible, like a concept that he can’t grasp – an object that evades him no matter how hard he digs his nails in. He likes to think that he’s resolute, that he has his purpose standing directly in front of him, but then there are those moments where the darkness slips into place, when loss and hopelessness are a worse infection than what plagued the world already. He knows what he’d say if someone asked him the same question, but right now it’s a weight sitting heavy on his chest.

     He rubs his hand against the back of his neck as he listens, eyes down at first, but as she finishes, they raise again. ❝ I’m lucky, I know that. I’ve done everything I can to keep ‘em. ❞ And while he worked like hell, some people did the same and it was still for nothing. Still, he nods. ❝ I want you to be right, we could use things goin’ up. ❞

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