It seemed like a strange thought to think, but really, Rick wasn't sure what to think. Or maybe it was that there was no time to think, because no one in their right mind would hang around when it's raining and hailing all at the same time.
His pace was hardly slow to start with, but he was picking up speed with every second. Finding shelter was important, and the only thing more important than that was finding out what happened to his son Carl and to Michonne, both of whom were just with him. Just thinking about those two names and the people they belonged to brought on a conflicting reaction in Rick's gut.
He and Carl hadn't really been on the best terms lately, and there was a part of him that said it was his fault that things were the way they were. But just as quickly as that thought formed, another one bubbled up to counter it. He'd always tried to do right by his people, and to some degree, he stood by the decisions that he'd made.
Except in this instance, it seemed as though he'd wronged just about everyone. What helped was having Michonne around, which was why things felt so wrong right now. It would have felt wrong anyway, given the unfamiliarity of the area around him, but Michonne was like a rock, and not having her quiet but strong presence around left him feeling vaguely unsettled.
But he didn't have time to dwell on the lack of security, because right then, he picked up on the all-too-familiar sound of shuffling feet, and even if the noise wasn't coming from a walker, the flight response was too strongly wired into Rick's brain to just stand there mulling things over. The need to escape, to find anywhere that wasn't so exposed, overrode every other instinct, and Rick ran.
Where, he didn't know, but if luck was on his side at all, maybe his steps would lead him to an abandoned building where he could wait out the storm and at least try and collect himself.
Rick Grimes | The Walking Dead
It seemed like a strange thought to think, but really, Rick wasn't sure what to think. Or maybe it was that there was no time to think, because no one in their right mind would hang around when it's raining and hailing all at the same time.
His pace was hardly slow to start with, but he was picking up speed with every second. Finding shelter was important, and the only thing more important than that was finding out what happened to his son Carl and to Michonne, both of whom were just with him. Just thinking about those two names and the people they belonged to brought on a conflicting reaction in Rick's gut.
He and Carl hadn't really been on the best terms lately, and there was a part of him that said it was his fault that things were the way they were. But just as quickly as that thought formed, another one bubbled up to counter it. He'd always tried to do right by his people, and to some degree, he stood by the decisions that he'd made.
Except in this instance, it seemed as though he'd wronged just about everyone. What helped was having Michonne around, which was why things felt so wrong right now. It would have felt wrong anyway, given the unfamiliarity of the area around him, but Michonne was like a rock, and not having her quiet but strong presence around left him feeling vaguely unsettled.
But he didn't have time to dwell on the lack of security, because right then, he picked up on the all-too-familiar sound of shuffling feet, and even if the noise wasn't coming from a walker, the flight response was too strongly wired into Rick's brain to just stand there mulling things over. The need to escape, to find anywhere that wasn't so exposed, overrode every other instinct, and Rick ran.
Where, he didn't know, but if luck was on his side at all, maybe his steps would lead him to an abandoned building where he could wait out the storm and at least try and collect himself.