As much as I wish I did, I sadly do not own The Walking Dead
This chapter is super short, it's my first fan fiction and I wanted to make sure you guys would like it before I wrote more. So please comment and tell me what you think! Thanks! :)
Looking around the room Rick shook his head, he hated the feeling of killing, being a police officer he was trained for accepting it, but honestly no training could prepare him for taking someone's life, especially when there is so little life left in the world today. But, he did what had to be done, the guys he had just killed were going to take everything from them, food, water and shelter. He had to protect his family. Laurie, Carl and his unborn miracle were relying on him to make sure they stayed safe. He needed to be strong for them and the others, so if that meant he had to shoot a couple of guys who were threatening the few 'luxuries' in their lives, then that is what he had to do. No regrets…
Hershel stared at Rick, his mouth half open as if he had something to say. Instead he turned back around to the bar and lifted the glass of wine to his lips, unable to handle any more of what had become a 'way of life'. An angry Rick slammed his hand on the table just before the glass tipped enough for the red liquid to enter Hershel's lusting mouth, almost growling "Damn it Hershel!" Glenn took a step towards them to try to stop the inevitable altercation. He knew it had been brewing for a while, but now was not the time.
Taking a queue from Glenn and remembering why they were looking for Hershel in the first place Rick put a hand on Hershel's shoulder, his face as straight. "Your daughter needs you Hershel. Beth is sick and you are the best chance we have of helping her. I know the feeling you have right now. You are responsible for keeping the ones you love safe, you did what you felt was best even if other people didn't agree. No one blames you." Looking down as his feet Hershel's voice cracked and a tear rolled down his face. "I do. I do. I blame me. I risked my daughter's lives! I put them in danger every second those… those… things were in my barn. I feed them our food…" His voice getting louder and louder. "Annette, I prayed for her to return, I kept her stuff where she left it, I made sure nothing of importance was moved, I wanted her to come back to me so bad that I risked our children's lives. What would she think of me? What do my girls think of me? Beth… We have to go, now." Suddenly very much sober, he rushed for the door. Rick and Glenn followed him, guns aimed just incase any walkers were lurking near by.