โ โ โ rick keeps his gun up , pointed only a few inches away from the others head in case he needs to do a warning shot.
โ โ โ " you always like sneaking up on strangers .แฃ"
Cold, hard steel presses against the back of [READER]'s head. From behind them, a slightly muffled voice growls out,
"Keep calm. I do not want trouble. Answer my questions, we go our separate ways."
๐ฆ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ฬต๐๐ฬต๐อ๐ | โฃ
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ships with chem โฟป โธป
These things ain't sick. ____ # โขโข
they're not people. They're dead.
Ain't gonna feel nothing for them 'cause
all they do, they kill !