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I only own the characters I threw into the story.
(Rick's POV)
With Dale dead, no one seemed happy anymore; Carl more than anyone else. Looking over at Shane I let out a sigh. "I'm sorry things have been so crazy lately." I spoke softly to him. Hearing his exhale through his nose I could tell he was thinking of the right response. Not only was Dale dead and keeping everyone depressed, but things have been crazier than ever now. Walkers just seem to be strolling in like their closing in on the farm. It's never more than two at a time. Easy for a group of three to take out. Even Shane and I have been fighting less. Guess the worst of times bring out the teamwork everyone should be showing.
"I'm sorry too, man." He spoke interrupting my thoughts. I looked at him since my eyes had seemed to glaze over as I stared off into the distance. He ran his hand over his shaved head then over the back of his head then finally resting on the back of his neck. I admit maybe I should have been less harsh to him these past couple of weeks, but Shane has just been getting so ridiculous. Why in the sam hell would Lori go to be with him again when her husband, the man she loved and married, not to mention Carl's father came back into her life. It puzzled me the way his brain worked. He opened his mouth to speak again but Andrea cut him off and we both looked quickly to her.
"Guys!" She shouted, "cars are coming!" Moving to the ladder from the top of the RV she climbed down quickly running towards the house while Shane and I gave each other a look and I ran off towards the road and Shane to the camp our group had set up. Those with the guns came out first and stood by me at where I stopped. Readying my gun with everyone else ready too I jsut watched the cars and it seemed they were taking their dear ole sweet time to get here, but they were actually kind of speeding. Lori stood behind me with Carl's back pressed against her front. At least if the survivors heading this way shot at them, Lori and Carl would be safe.
A couple of moments later the cars rolled into a stop in front of the group of people. The car doors opened and some guns including mine were raised. Some gasped while some just watched since they clearly did not know this man. Out of the car on the left came a Dixon. Merle Dixon. Now equipped with a hook on his hand he probably stole from a hospital. Or some dress up store form a Captain Hook costume. Not like it mattered though. "Merle..." I heard Daryl mutter distastefully. But I wasn't focusing on him like the others were as two kids, more like teens, exited the car.
"Chloe..." I breathed out. Shane and Lori gave me a look, them being close enough to hear my whisper. Lori gave Shane a look before glancing back to me.
"What?" My wife asked, but I just pointed to the others by the cars. Shane looked as well and for a moment it looked like he had seen a ghost, but that face quickly changed when he heard the female speak.
"Officer Rick?"
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