[ Negan breathes a metaphorical sigh of relief, trailing behind the guy and watching his back. Easier not to get a knife in his, this way. Or at the very least, an unsuspecting bite if this guy croaks and turns.
Once outside the hospital, the city looks pretty goddamn deserted. It's suspicious how many of these dead things they don't run into.. Then again, the military probably took care of a lot of them. The rest of the city probably got wise and evacuated. ]
Goddamn.
[ If they pass by any cars, if they're unlocked, Negan takes the time to look through them for anything useful. It's easy enough to catch back up with the guy with as slow as he's going, anyway. ]
[ In all honesty, Rick lost focus and attention on Negan the second they're outside because he needed to be alert with other things. There were so many bodies and an eerie kind of oppressive silence, which prickled at his skin and churned up the bile in his stomach. What all happened? How could it happen?
The trek toward a his house took longer than normal because of the slower movements he needed to take. ]
This is mine. [ He explained, moving quicker through the house than he did outside, calling out to Lori and Carl just in case but they weren't there. It sunk his heart so low in his chest but they must have made it out safe. He refused to think otherwise. ]
I'll get some bags and we can gather things up. [ Afterward, he'd leave the guy and head to the sheriff's station to acquire a few things. ]
[ Negan trailed in behind Rick, closing the door behind him, just in case one of those fucks was in the house. As Rick ran around searching for his family that likely got the hell out of dodge when things got murky, he started looking around for shit that would be useful to take, but not in a rush.
He investigated the living room, a book discarded on the coffee table, some disheveled blankets on the sofa. Something they could use, but hopefully there was something a bit thicker somewhere else in the house. His next point of investigation was the kitchen. There was still a decent amount of perishable food in the cupboards and pantry, so Negan took it upon himself to gather everything on the counter. Then he found a bottle of scotch. That would be goddamn useful the further out they got when shit started to get real.
Fuck, it was already real. ]
Looks like they left in a hurry. You find anything?
[ Tears stung his eyes, the overwhelming possibilities tearing away at his mind as he continued to move through the space. The home which for the most part held such happy memories. Things were difficult the last few years but he knew they could work it out and make it work again. There were little doubts in his mind about it. But for now, the grief overwhelmed him and he needed a few moments.
Breathing in and out, he sunk down onto the bed for a moment, clutching onto one of Carl's old stuffed animals he plucked from his room. He used to sleep with the thing every night.
A sense of purpose washed over him while he sat there and he started gathering things up, changing into his sheriff's uniform and out of the hospital gown.
He noticed the photo albums were all gone. They were safe. They had to be. ]
The photo albums are all gone. Lori must have taken 'em. [ Rick announced, dropping a few empty bags onto the coffee table. The already packed ones he put over in the corridor leading to the front door but not blocking the way just in case. ]
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Date: 2018-06-20 08:09 pm (UTC)Once outside the hospital, the city looks pretty goddamn deserted. It's suspicious how many of these dead things they don't run into.. Then again, the military probably took care of a lot of them. The rest of the city probably got wise and evacuated. ]
Goddamn.
[ If they pass by any cars, if they're unlocked, Negan takes the time to look through them for anything useful. It's easy enough to catch back up with the guy with as slow as he's going, anyway. ]
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Date: 2018-07-03 04:19 pm (UTC)The trek toward a his house took longer than normal because of the slower movements he needed to take. ]
This is mine. [ He explained, moving quicker through the house than he did outside, calling out to Lori and Carl just in case but they weren't there. It sunk his heart so low in his chest but they must have made it out safe. He refused to think otherwise. ]
I'll get some bags and we can gather things up. [ Afterward, he'd leave the guy and head to the sheriff's station to acquire a few things. ]
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Date: 2018-07-22 10:16 pm (UTC)He investigated the living room, a book discarded on the coffee table, some disheveled blankets on the sofa. Something they could use, but hopefully there was something a bit thicker somewhere else in the house. His next point of investigation was the kitchen. There was still a decent amount of perishable food in the cupboards and pantry, so Negan took it upon himself to gather everything on the counter. Then he found a bottle of scotch. That would be goddamn useful the further out they got when shit started to get real.
Fuck, it was already real. ]
Looks like they left in a hurry. You find anything?
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Date: 2018-07-25 12:51 am (UTC)Breathing in and out, he sunk down onto the bed for a moment, clutching onto one of Carl's old stuffed animals he plucked from his room. He used to sleep with the thing every night.
A sense of purpose washed over him while he sat there and he started gathering things up, changing into his sheriff's uniform and out of the hospital gown.
He noticed the photo albums were all gone. They were safe. They had to be. ]
The photo albums are all gone. Lori must have taken 'em. [ Rick announced, dropping a few empty bags onto the coffee table. The already packed ones he put over in the corridor leading to the front door but not blocking the way just in case. ]