SI/OC into Walking Dead (there's a good reason it's a short one. I wouldnt last long in the apocalypse. would u? also idk much about twd so...)

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"Biters? Who are you talking about?" My shaking, soot-stained hand curls defensively around the hilt of my knife. Not that it would do much to a man with a gun (Don't bring a knife to a gun fight, dumbass), but it's a meaningless, comforting gesture all the same.

Grimes, covered in Grime as he is (listen, it's the apocalypse but I can still appreciate a bit of wordplay every now and then), squints at me trough his long lashes. His beard ruffles in the breeze and I feel like I've been judged and found sub-par.

Glenn adjusts his baseball cap and flicks some of the sweat away from his eyes. Then, visibil gathering up some courage in the process, he steps in between us and tries to diffuse the tension.

"Well, what do you call them?" He asks, eyes darting back and forth between the two of us. "I used to call them Geeks, you know. For the kids."

Grimes gives him a stone-cold look and Glenn winces.

I wasn't supposed to know that, was I?

"Those zom-bozos? They're archetypal zombies. Is there a copyright on that word or something?" I mutter out. I must have misjudged how loud my voice was in the silence because it leaves behind a hollow echo. And then the zombies start crawling in.