• Talking

    Thoughts Sam was calm. We stood looking at the room Beth was in, the two of us called on by Lou and Jen to help their cousin. They were too far away to do any good if Beth was right about what was coming. Neither of them thought for a moment she might be lying to them, while I had my doubts, something I was certain they’d taken into consideration before they made the decision we were right for the job. Had I been then I wouldn’t have called on us, and yet it seemed like they’d had no other choice. I raked a hand through my hair, telling myself…

  • Driving

    Calling For Help Driving through the night wasn’t something unusual for us. Jared was in the driver’s seat, focused on the road, while I was on navigation duty, to make sure we got to where we needed to be on time. Lou and Jen made it obvious when they spoke to us we had to be at Beth’s motel when we said we would, otherwise there was no chance of stopping what was coming. The walking dead were something we’d dealt with in the past, in small numbers, but what we’d been told Max was in the middle of wasn’t small numbers. Raising hundreds of the dead took power most…