We got up to the roof fast, taking multiple steps at a time. The door which served as the entrance to the roof was quickly pulled open allowing us all to pass by.

Sticking at the back, but still close to Rick, when we got up there my eyes focused on the person who was making all the noise. Gun in hand, a rough looking man - a redneck - who looked to be in late forties stood there.

"Hey Dixon!" Morales shouted. "You crazy?" He exclaimed in shock.

The man named 'Dixon' turned round at the mention of his name, his face morphing into a scowl.

"Hey! You oughta be more polite to a man with a gun! Huh?" He said back heatedly, arms waving in the air. He jumped of the high ledge where he once stood shooting out into the open.

"Man, you wastin' bullets we ain't even got" T-Dog shouted at him. "And you're bringin' more of 'em down on our ass! Man, just chill!"

"Hey!" Dixon snapped. "It's bad enough I've got this Taco-Bender on my ass all day. Now I'm gonna take orders from you? I don't think so, bro," he commented sarcastically, deciding to get into T-Dog's face.

"That'll be the day." He said slowly with a smirk.

I frowned at that comment shifting where I stood undoubtedly itching to do or say something."That'll be the day'?" T-Dog echoed Dixon's words. "You got somethin' you wanna tell me?" He took a step forward.

"Hey, T-Dog, just leave it, man," Morales pleaded, his hand out, trying to take control of the situation.

He then situated himself between both men, looking at Dixon. "Merle? Just relax, okay? We've got enough trouble." He reasoned.

"You wanna know the day?" Merle Dixon asked, completely ignoring Morales and stepping around him, placing himself in fount of T-Dog. "I'll tell ya the day, Mr. 'Yo.' It's the day I take orders from a nigger." He sneered.

"Mother—!" T-Dog yelled, taking a swing at Merle. The redneck easily dodged, most likely from having past experiences.

At that moment my hand decided to graze the gun at my side, my mind telling me to take control of the situation however just as I was about to intervene Rick stepped forward.

"Hey! Come on, Merle, that's enough!" Rick steely said trying to reason with Merle.

He tried to step in, but Merle just turned and punched him right in the face, sucessfully knocking him into the pipes.

That was it, stuff just standing here.

I looked back to Rick, who thankfully managed to get up, stumbling whilst shaking his head from the pain and dizziness.

Luckily my army training came back to me in this, my feet leading my body towards the fight.

The African black woman, who I would later get to know as Jacque grabbed my arm as I passed her obviously trying to stop me from going over there. "You're going to get hurt" she said, her eyes wide.

Ripping my arm out of her arm I shook my head, looking over seeing Merle punching T-dog who was on the floor.

"Well no one else is willing to stop him, your all just standing there doing nothing" I responded, my voice tight.

With that my feet quickened their pace, jogging to get to the fight.

Bringing up the butt of the gun in his hand, Merle was about to bring it down on T-Dog however he stopped short when he saw me getting closer to him successfully knocking him off T-Dog when I launched myself at him.

The landing was painful as we both skidded across the concrete floor with my uniform protecting my skin from grazes.

When we stopped, I reached up and threw his gun away from the floor which had fallen next to his leg when he fell. About to get up, merle was going to stand up from where he had fallen into his front however as quickly as he thought of that idea I put my legs over his back stopping him.

Stopped from getting up, Merle reached up behind him grabbing my arm and twisting me over so he was over me. Grabbing my hair he sneered down at me "you thought you could-" he started. However my legs kicked him in my stomatch making him groan in pain and release my brown hair from the force. Quickly lifting my legs up I twisted him round successfully bringing his hands to his back and trapping his legs with my own.

Struggling, he tried to get off of me and lift his body from where I was over him, but stopped when he felt my hand travelled up to the pressure point on his neck ready to press hard enough to make him pass out.

We were both breathing heavily.

"I wouldn't if I were you" I muttered.

"Bitch get off of me" he sneered turning round his head to the side in order to get a good look at the woman who had taken him down.

He scoffed when I didn't answer and tighten my legs when he tried to get up once more.

"Sorry, I know you might like this position sugar tits" he breathed out. "but I don't do British army scar girls" he laughed.

My blood boiled at that comment. Everyone had obviously heard the name he had given me.

"That got ya' didn't it girly, hm? He stared with a smirk on his face seeing my reaction. I was literally at that point going to press down hard on the pressure point on his neck with my face expressionless however a hand reached out at that moment.

The hand cluched onto Merles wrists, bringing them up to a pipe situated above his head and handcuffing them there.

"Hey!" Merle protested uselessly, shaking his hand about.

Looking up, Rick's face hovered by my side.

"Come on-get up" he gently said, leading me off Merle whilst sweeping some dirt off from my uniform.

Once up I turned around, my eyes grew to the attention to the group people looking on in shock and some gratitude like T-Dog.

"How the hell?" Andrea muttered.

However Rick saved me from saying anything, noticing my face when he turned to Merle angrily.

"Look here, Merle. Things are different now. There are no niggers anymore" he stated. "No dumb-as-shit, inbred, white-trash fools either. Only dark meat and white meat. There's us and the dead. We survive this by pulling together, not apart."

"Erica!" Rick called after me, watching my figure depart towards the other side of the room, opposite to where they were cutting up a creature.

Spinning around, but not before grabbing my supplies that I had, I stood up against the wall, facing him with my arms crossed.

Walking over Rick stood in front of me, obscuring my view of the others.

"Where are you going?" He stated with both of his hands on his belt.

Honestly the plan that they had conjured up was good, deciding to get to a van on the other side of the street covered in zombie guts and then driving back to their camp up at the quarry in the east.

However they honestly believed that their plan was going to go smoothly? Call me pessimistic but something was just waiting to go wrong, I mean we live in a zombie apocalypse, what could be worse?

They knew their plan but I also knew mine. Yes, ultimatley they could get to the van but I needed to guarantee their safety and make sure that Rick got out safe.

"I know where the quarry is Rick" I sighed.

"I'll meet you there but I need to make sure you all actually make it out here alive and in doing so there needs to be a distraction" I adressed.

"I have my weapons Rick" I reasoned when he was about to protest.

"-and I have training. I know what to do if I get myself in a mess. You guys do what you have to do and I'll go a few streets off to the south, shoot off some rounds to make sure you guys get out of the city...alive" I said, my hand raising the bag to my shoulder which was starting to ache abit.

"No" Rick pleaded, grabbing onto my bicep when I started to turn myself in the direction of the door, his tone of voice grabbing everyone's attention, their eyes turning towards mine and Rick's exchange.

"Look, Erica. You saved my life back there" he reminded me, his hand still not letting go of my arm. "-you can't just leave, you might not even make it back."

My eyes turned down, but they turned up again when Glenn walked forward, whilst slowly everyone put their weapons down which they were using to dissect the walker with.

"Your leaving?" He asked. "Erica, we have a plan, you don't have to go" he exclaimed.

Pulling my arm from Rick's gently whilst placing my other uniformed hand to his shoulder, squeezing I gave a short guilty smile.

"You are good people" I stated looking at each individual, my hair slipping from my face, fully showing the scar on my face.

"Listen. I need to make a distraction to make sure you all get out fine" I said whilst stepping back from them all, the distance from myself to the door reducing.

"I said to Rick that I will meet you all back at your camp and I will try to."

My words were pronounced stronger because of my accent, portraying that I was going to make it through for certain.

"You don't even have a vehicle to get you there Erica" Andrea spoke up, causing me to look her directly in the eyes.

"I'll find one" I responded, my hands gripping onto the doorway once I reached it.

"I hope you get out safely" I stated whilst looking at Rick and dipping my head towards him.

"See you later Sheriff" I said, honestly wishing i would actually be able to see him again. He was a good man.