Broken

                                    

                                          
"STAY WITH US, SKYE!" Rick loomed over Skye while Hershel held his hand on her wound. A flash of lights filled the room as tires approached, crunching gravel as they came to a halt in front of the building.
                          
	"Car! Car!" Rick whispered as he crossed the room to the window. Leaning his back up against the wall he looked over to Glenn, who did the same a few feet to his left. Men's voices could be heard from outside. 
                          
	A man called out, "Dave? Tony?"
                          
	"I'm tellin' ya I heard shots," another stated. 
                          
	"Dave? Tony?" 
                          
	"Stop! You wanna attract 'em? Stay close to me."
                          
	From where she laid across the bar, Skye could see a silhouette appear on the glass of the door. She could see the person creating the shadow look down to the door handle. 
                          
	"Dude, he said to stay close," another man said, stealing the silhouette's gaze away from the door. "Tony?" The footsteps faded away as the men walked around the street outside, but their voices could still be heard.
                          
	"Why won't they leave?" Glenn breathed.
                          
	"Would you?" Hershel looked at him pointedly.
                          
	"Listen," Rick spoke up. "We need to get her back to the farm fast. We can go around back to get her to the car—"
                          
	"Rick," she coughed. "Just go. You guys can't be riskin' your lives to save me. Just leave me here. I'll be alright."
                          
	"Ain't an option, Skye." Rick's eyes flew to look back at the window as shots rang through the air. 
                          
	"What happened?" The men had came back around to the front of the bar. 	
                          
	"Roamers. I got 'em. Dave and Tony's vehicle is still here."
                          
	"You guys check this building?" Knowing the man was referring to the bar, Rick sat on alert with his gun drawn.
                          
	"No."
                          
	"Me either."
                          
	"We're lookin' for Dave and Tony and no one checks the damn bar!?" the man shouted. Rick slid down the wall to a crouching position. The door handle turned and as it began to creep open Glenn bolted in front of it, pushing it closed.
                          
	"What the-?"
                          
	"What?"
                          
	"Someone pushed that shut. Someone's in there."
                          
	"Yo, is someone in there?" A man hollered at them. "Yo, if someone's in there, we don't want trouble. We're just lookin' for our friends."
                          
	"What do we do, Tom? Bum rush the door?"
                          
	"No! We don't know how many of them are in there. Just relax, okay?"
                          
	Skye's breathing was labored as she watched, worried they would force their way in, see there was only four of them in there and take them all out.
                          
	"We don't want any trouble. We're just lookin' for our friends. If something happened, tell us. This place is crawling with corpses. If you could help us not get killed, it would be much appreciated."
                          
	Skye watched as Rick sat struggling with himself trying to decide whether or not he should speak up. 
                          
	"Dude, you're buggin'. There's no one in there," one of the other men attempted to get him to forget about it.
                          
	"They drew on us!" Rick yelled to the men receiving a look of disbelief from Hershel. Skye could hear the footsteps return and stop right in front of the door.