She's back! I got a really cool review about how someone likes it more than the show! So, I decided to start with part two tonight instead of tomorrow! I'm really enjoying writing on here and all the feedback I have got has been great! I didn't know if my stories would even be liked and hearing people say they love them, well it makes me happy. Keep the reviews up please! And we're finally at the prison! I don't own walking dead.
Joslyn Grimes part 2
Chapter 1
Rick kicks the door of the house in and kills two walkers without hesitating. Then the rest of the group splits up. Daryl, John and Bobby search upstairs and T-dog, Rick and Glenn search downstairs. We have become an efficient group. Each member knowing what to do without saying a word. It reminds me of the cop shows I used to watch and Rick would sit and make fun of all the inaccuracies in it, but he would watch them with me all the same.
When the house is walker free we all gather in the living room looking at the few things of value we found. The baby decides to make its presence known and starts kicking the hell out of me. I place my hand where it came from and rub soothing circles there. I notice Carl bringing two cans into the living room. Mia gets off of Bobby's lap and goes over to look.
"What's that bubba," she whispers as quietly as she can. Then the smell reaches my nose and I know I'm going to be sick. I get up and move to another room to get away from the smell. I hear something hit a wall and I jump. When I turn I notice Rick standing by the fireplace he had thrown the can of dog food down. I sigh.
We have been traveling for months trying to find a place that was safe, at least till I have the baby. Its getting closer to my due date. I still have my calendar and I have been marking days off as we go. I've also turned it into a bit of a journal writing down everything that we overcome. I only have a couple weeks to go and we still have not found someplace that we can hunker down in for a few weeks.
Before anyone can get very comfortable T. makes a low noise and nods towards the window. There are a few walkers coming our way Bobby picks Mia up and we head out. Another thing we decided is, everyday someone new is in charge of carrying Mia when we have to run. I can't anymore because she was to heavy and I might hurt the baby carrying her. Today it was Bobby he carried her like she weighed nothing, which to him she probably did.
When we get far enough from the house we stop to figure out what our next step would be. I lean against my van. Ella and Mia were sitting with Beth in the truck and Carl was look out. Rick, Maggie, Glenn, T-dog, Bobby, and John were discussing where to go over a map on the hood of Herschel's old truck. Herschel walks my way.
"How are you doing," he says. I look at him.
"You really asking? Or you want the simple answer," I say raising a brow. He smiles.
"I'm really asking," he says.
"Well Herschel, I've got a three year old who has been told to 'shh' and 'be quiet' so much she hardly talks at all, a little girl who just turned nine and is suffering from ptsd from everything, a boy that has yet to mourn his mother, a husband who's slowly running himself into the ground trying to find us a place and to top it off I'm the size of a hippo and can't run very fast. So, I always have that thought in the back of my head that if we hit a herd how am I going to get away, or who will die trying to save me. Then, I'm trying to constantly stay positive for my kids and my husband and it's draining. Some days I just want to cry and eat a bowl of ice cream, but I suck it up and put on a smile. So, my husband will have one less thing to worry about," I say. I look at Herschel and he smiles kindly at me.
"You have your hands full I know. I've been impressed with how you have handled everything, but I don't think you have fooled Rick one bit. So, if you want to cry sometimes I think he'd understand. We'll find a place. I know it," he says reassuringly. He places a hand on my belly. "But I did mean how this was going." I look at him.
"Then why did you let me unload on you like that," I say.
"It seemed like you needed it. The baby? You're still feeling it move right," he asks. I nod.
"Yes, I'm pretty sure it's coming out doing cartwheels," I say fondly rubbing my stomach. I smile down at it. We'll find some place safe baby I know it. I think down to it. It gives me a kick like it understood and it makes me smile more. I look up at Herschel to see him smiling at me.
"Good," is all he says before walking away. Then Rick comes up to me.
"Hey honey, T. and Bobby are getting water. Daryl, John and I are going hunting. You'll be ok here right," he say. He places a hand on my cheek and looks at me so tenderly that my heart seems to break. I smile.
"Of course baby. Go bag us a big one, ok? I think we're going to cuddle in the car and get warm for a bit. Its cold," I say. I lean over and kiss him on the lips quickly. Then call for Mia. I tell Ella and Carl too, but they both shake their heads no.
I sit in the back seat of the van and wrap a blanket around Mia and I. I grab her favorite book, it's a condensed version of Cinderella, and read to her. I point to every word as I read so that way she'll start learning what certain words look like. When I get to the end she's dozing off. I sigh and cuddle her closer. She's not going to have a normal childhood. No friends her age. No slumber parties or cute boys to gossip about. Ella and Carl barely got a taste of it. I hate that I won't ever watch her ride her bike around the driveway. And this new baby won't even know what it's missing. My thoughts have been getting depressing lately. Ever since the farm it seems that we can't catch a break.
The back door opens letting in a gust of cold wind. I pull Mia closer making sure she doesn't feel it. Rick's head pops in and there's a spark in his eyes that hasn't been there in a while.
"I found it. I found us a place to stay," he says. I'm shocked.
"Really? Where? Let's go," I say ready to get there.
"We have to clear it, but, baby, this could be it. We will be safe. It has walls and fences," he says.
"Ok, let's go clear it out then," I say moving Mia off me and tucking the blanket around her. I look back at Rick.
"It's big and it will take a few days to clear, but I have a plan."
"It has walls, fences and it's big. What is it," I ask skeptically. He looks a little sheepish.
"A prison," he says.
Authors note: I know it's short, but it feels like a natural end for the first chapter. I had to actually go back and figure out what month it has to be for her to be close to giving birth. So right now it early December. Anyway, review please.