"Git yer ass up, boy," Dillon's Dad yelled. "Hey! I said git yer ass up!" He yelled again, pushing him off the bed.
"God damn it. You didn't have to push me," Dillon said.
"Well, you wouldn't git up," his Dad said angrily.
"That still doesn't mean you have to push me off the bed." He stood up.
His Dad shook his head, balling his fists up. "C'mon. We need to git supplies from the store." He dragged him out of the room by his shirt and over to the door that led outside.
Dillon sighed, fixing his shirt, grabbing his sword. He went outside with his Dad and they started walking towards the nearest store. Once they reached it, they saw walkers. His Dad pushed him towards them, saying, "Go kill 'em now."
Dillon shook his head, gripping the sword he had, he ran towards one of them, pushing the blade into its skull. He jerked it out then did the same to the other one. "They're dead," Dillon said, grabbing the rag he had in his pocket, wiping the blood off of his sword.
They walked inside the store and grabbed three bags each. Both of them walked around the store, grabbing food and other important supplies. When they finished, his Dad gave him the three bags he had. "You want me to carry six bags by myself?" Dillon asked.
"Yeah. Is there a problem with that?" He replied.
Dillon hesitantly shook his head. "No.. No there's not."
They walked out of the store and the buzzer went off when they reached the door. "Shut up," his Dad said, still walking.
They started walking back to the house. Dillon looked over at his Dad. "I'm gonna go look for Rick, Carl, and Lori."
Rick, the police officer, was Dillon's uncle. Lori, Rick's wife, was Dillon's aunt, and Carl, Rick and Lori's son, was Dillon cousin. His Dad looked over at Dillon. "Why would ya wanna do that?" He asked.
"Because they're family," Dillon said.
"So. Just because they're family doesn't mean you gotta go save 'em."
"If you love them it does. And I love them. They're great people," Dillon said, looking down.
His Dad didn't even reply. They kept walking then finally reached the house. Dillon went straight to his room, sitting on his bed, sighing. He looked at the picture of him, Rick, Lori and Carl together and smiled. "Hopefully I'll find you guys tomorrow."