#( my first post with rickence and he's got a gun waving in his face kjhgghbjnkmjh

[oldtmer]

@storymade​ ; the good, the bad & the dirty

this sucks -- everything about this sucks, for a better lack of words. the clip-clopping of hooves had been soothing in a sense. a living, breathing creature that didn’t want to snap down on his throat, or pull his guts out like a hunter dressing his kill was ideal in this day and age ... apparently. in truth, the man was still fucking confused, and all he really knew about what was going on was whatever information Morgan gave him. 

which Rick had taken with a grain of salt; considered the entire thing fallacious. perhaps a fever dream. maybe he was still in the hospital. maybe he was still in a coma? but then, maybe he wouldn’t be so self-aware were it a coma induced nightmare ... or perhaps he would be? Rick groans, shaking his head and grounding himself. there was no sense working himself up over theories and far-fetched existentialism. he had to live in the here and now.

unfortunately, the here and now just happened to be unsafe, like his gut had been telling him. and when greeted with a horde when rounding a block - kicked off the goddamn horse and made to run like a fool - the man had barely made it into a back alley and warehouse before he’s greeted with one more threat -- this one, at least, he felt more comfortable with. it wouldn’t be the first time he’d been held at gun point, and he knew that it certainly wouldn’t be the last time.

“ alright, ”   Rick tilts his head, hands up in a placating manner while he backs himself up against the cool wall.   “ alright. ”   a stare ... a silent standoff. he allows the silence to linger a moment -- tests the woman cautiously by shuffling his feet to the side slowly, though pausing at any indication that suggested she wasn’t fucking around.   “ if you’re gonna use it, make it worth it. i reckon this ain’t the time to be wasting bullets. ”