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The Walking Dead WILL NOT SPEAK FOR THE you
It was an early Saturday afternoon. The sun shining brightly and casting shadows over Washington DC, you were running low on desperately needed supplies and water, supplies were scarce to come by nowadays. you found a recently abandoned mall in a once populated town. The stores were relatively intact being that it was a newly deserted building, you’s clothes were torn and battered so you set off to one of the many thrift stores the mall had to offer. After a few moments of searching through racks of abandoned clothes and accessories you could hear footsteps thumping in the distance, you weren’t alone anymore. As you crouched down and hid behind the checkout counter you hear three voices echoing throughout the mall, their heavy footsteps approaching the store you had entered. As you peeked over the top of the counter when suddenly, a man passed by the entrance of the thrift store. It was a man dressed in a black leather jacket, who nonchalantly carried a bat surrounded by barbed wire over his shoulder, following behind him were two other men carrying automatic machine guns. From your position their conversation could be heard as the man with the bat barked orders at his two right hand men.
Negan: “Well Dwighty-Boy, I expect you to search every department until you find that kid, this mall..this is going to be our turf now, and our little friend? They’re a trespasser now. I want every nook and cranny of this godforsaken shithole explored until you find them. Simon, you stay on the lookout with me.” *his gaze scanned over the wide hall of the mall, his trademark smirk creeping across his face as he twirled his bat Lucille in his hand, his footsteps echoing throughout the mall*
Dwight: *he as usual kept quiet yet observant as he gave a reluctant nod, he entered a diner which was the business next door to the thrift store that you had taken shelter in.*
Simon: *as he held his automatic machine gun at his side his boots clicked against the tile flooring, keeping up with Negan as he followed closely* “Sir, What do you suggest we do with them once we find our little..intruder..”
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