[ The guy relaxed a little from his explanation but he remained keenly aware of the gun staying aimed at him. He couldn't blame the guy for being cautious since he'd be the same way if the roles were reversed. Letting out a slow breath even if he ached his ribs, he slowly let his arms fall. ]
Got shot on the job. Been in a coma ever since. [ At least, it seemed as if he had been in a coma, his memory remained fuzzy at best for the past - however, long it had been. For him, it seemed hardly any time at past but the state of things around him spoke otherwise. ]
What're you in here for? [ Two could play the question game, trigger happy. ]
[ This was like some weird shit out of a Stephen King novel- or one of those shitty soap operas the hospital had loved to play. He doesn't know if he believes the guy, but weirder shit has happened, and recently. What goddamn bad luck if that's the truth.. Negan squints at him and lowers his gun as the guy's hands go down. ]
Wife was sick. Stage four cancer. Shit went down and the military started killin' everybody. Some kind of infection.
[ An infection? The amount of blood and disarray around them seemed to paint a very different picture on what actually happened. The guy must be trying to soften the blows for some reason.
Clutching at his side, he regarded him for a moment, trying to decide a couple things. ]
Why did ya stay? I'm sorry 'bout your wife. Has it been awhile? Place looks like a disaster round here.
[ Nodding with understanding, he reached out a hand to a nearby wall to prop himself up. The weakness frustrated him and he really had very little time to rest and try to regain his strength. ]
You been outside? What's goin' on? They've got to have things in better order by now, right?
[ Each new bit of information sunk his heart further in his chest. How could the government mess up so badly? With coordination things should have been taken care of. What were survivors doing in the meantime?
He refused to believe there weren't plenty who made it through. ]
I've got to get home. [ Lori and Carl would be fine, he just needed to see where they went and then reunite with them. ]
[ Half dead guy. He almost took offense but he just woke up from a coma of how long and currently only had on a hospital gown. Not exactly a lot of confidence to inspire his physical state. ]
Yeah. I'm nearby. Let's get movin'.
[ Without waiting for much of a response, Rick started hobbling off in the direction of the exit. ]
[ 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: 2017-07-27 03:21 am (UTC)Got shot on the job. Been in a coma ever since. [ At least, it seemed as if he had been in a coma, his memory remained fuzzy at best for the past - however, long it had been. For him, it seemed hardly any time at past but the state of things around him spoke otherwise. ]
What're you in here for? [ Two could play the question game, trigger happy. ]
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Date: 2018-01-25 08:49 pm (UTC)Wife was sick. Stage four cancer. Shit went down and the military started killin' everybody. Some kind of infection.
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Date: 2018-02-08 01:37 am (UTC)Clutching at his side, he regarded him for a moment, trying to decide a couple things. ]
Why did ya stay? I'm sorry 'bout your wife. Has it been awhile? Place looks like a disaster round here.
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Date: 2018-03-06 03:27 am (UTC)[ Negan glances around the hospital wing, letting out a hollow laugh. With a shake of his head, he looks back to Rick with gravity. ]
This shit ain't the half of it.
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Date: 2018-03-22 01:10 am (UTC)You been outside? What's goin' on? They've got to have things in better order by now, right?
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Date: 2018-04-07 01:50 pm (UTC)Heard they bombed Atlanta trying to cull it.
[ Really, it was a shit predicament all around. ]
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Date: 2018-04-10 08:06 pm (UTC)He refused to believe there weren't plenty who made it through. ]
I've got to get home. [ Lori and Carl would be fine, he just needed to see where they went and then reunite with them. ]
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Date: 2018-04-14 01:23 am (UTC)[ Maybe he can take what he needs from the houses nearby while the guy searches for his family- who are probably dead. ]
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Date: 2018-04-27 07:48 pm (UTC)Yeah. I'm nearby. Let's get movin'.
[ Without waiting for much of a response, Rick started hobbling off in the direction of the exit. ]
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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. ]