Chapter One
"The Kid"
'BANG! BANG! BANG!' Three gunshots to the two men. Rick stood before the fat one who fell to his side on the ground. The man's blood drained from his head and heart. One shot to the small one behind the bar, and two to the fat one, one to the head and heart. Lovely, more blood, how wonderful!
"Holy…shit." Glenn gasped as he walked up beside Rick and Hershel. Rick lowered his gun to his side and bowed his head.
"At least we're safe." Rick spoke to soon. A truck had pulled up, shining it's bright lights in through the dusty windows. "Get down!" Rick and Glenn, and Hershel quickly crouched down behind the door. The lights that lit up the joint dimmed. There were three voices, and three closing doors. Each slam sped Glenn's heart up quicker.
"I heard gunshots." a man said out side of the bar.
"I did too." Another guy said, his voice was much more deeper, but sounded younger.
"Spread out. They gotta be here somewhere!" Man number 3 growled. The men all ran off in different directions. Rick, Glenn, and Hershel all sat still, listening.
The fire burned high into the air, setting a cloud of smoke over Erica and Daryl. It was the same night of the execution of Sophia. Daryl was really upset, he barely spoke to his niece. Erica just sat there, her legs were bent in against her chest. She had a crappy blanket wrapped around her shoulders. He was cooking squirrel meat for the two of them.
Carol came running up to them, she had a brooding look. "Carol, what's wrong?" Erica asked.
Fighting to catch her breathe, Carol said, "Lori's missing." Erica look worryingly at Daryl.
"Dumb bitch, must've gone herself." Daryl growled. Erica looked surprised at Daryl.
"Daryl? Wanna share somthin'?" Erica asked her Uncle.
"She came up here rambling on how Glenn and Rick went off. She asked me if I could help her find 'em." Daryl explained.
"You didn't saying anything?" Carol asked.
"Look lady! I'm not tell'n anyone anything anymore!" Daryl got up and yelled at Carol. He tossed the stick into the fire. "Git! Don't ya see that we're a 'lil busy?" Daryl raged with anger.
"Daryl! Enough." Erica stood up. Daryl looked at his niece, "just stop." Daryl rolled his eyes at her. Erica turned and looked to Carol, "I'll help ya guys. Just gimme a minute." Carol nodded and jogged off, probably back to the others. "Can't you at least cut her some slack? She just lost her 'lil kid." Daryl sat back down on the log.
"She don't need to be bringing her problems over to us." Daryl told Erica.
"Daryl, don't take this out on her. We all mourn differently." Erica tried explaining to him. "She saw her baby as a monster. You didn't, you saw her as Sophia." Erica had always been strong when proving a point. "I see you have so much guilt and anger built up inside of you when Rick took her out, you loved that kid, so does Carol."
"Her kid ain't my problem." Daryl snapped up at Erica.
Erica slapped Daryl aside of his ear, "Don't be saying it ain't! You searched, when you didn't have too!" Erica turned and ran off, leaving Daryl to drown in his suffering thoughts. She ran back with Carol, they met with Andrea, Maggie, Carl, Shane, and Dale. They were all standing around talking about this. "So she's gone?"
"Daryl said she asked him to go with her. She must've went herself to search for those two." Carol told everyone. Carl squeezed past Maggie and Andrea.
"She's gone?" He asked, barking up some tears. Andrea went to hold him but he pushed her open arms away from him.
"I'm gonna go looking for her." Shane said loading up his gun.
"I'll come with." Erica stepped forward and volunteered.
"Okay, alright." Shane turned and started for the SUV, Erica accepted Dale's sniper he wanted her to take when they go, just in case. She got in the passengers side. Shane turned the SUV around and drove it off the farm, in search for Lori.
"Let's go." Rick started to stand, but stopped by another gunshot. He sat back next to the other two, silently he listened.
"Roamers. Their everywhere." Man one said. Rick peeked out the window next to him. Three guys stood outside the bar. One was just a kid, the other one was African american, and the other one had to be in his forties.
"Anyone check the bar?" The short old one asked, pushing the young kid.
"I'm sorry. I was looking around." The young one explained him self. The three men walked up to the bar.
"Dave. Tony? You in there?" The short one yelled. Rick, Glenn, and Hershel stayed silent. One of the men started opening the door. Glenn slipped in front of it, keeping it from opening. It slammed shut on the men. "The hell?" One of the men didn't like the plan. "Hey. Anybody in there?" The man asked. "We don't want any trouble. We're just looking for our friends."
"Vincent. C'mon. No ones there, let's go." The young kid started walking away, but the man grabbed him by the arm. "Git your hands off me."
"Listen to me you little jerk. Two of our men are missing, and I want to find them." The man growled, sending chills down the young one's spine. "Now, we can easily take you back to Atlanta, or you can shut the hell up." The man suggested.
"You're acting like fools, standing around here, calling out two dead guys' names." The young one talked out again.
"That's it. When we get back, you're finished." The man yelled at the kid.
"Just because I'm speaking my mind?" The young one fought back. "I'm done." The young said.
"You walk away. You're not coming back!" Vincent yelled out.
"They drew on us!" Rick yelled out, trying to distract the man from the kid. The men out side of the bar stopped and listened.
"Dave and Tony in there?" The man re-asked. Hershel sighed deeply, not understanding what Rick just did.
"Their dead." Rick yelled to Vincent.
"Let's go." The African said to Vincent. The man pulled his arm away from the African.
"No, I'm not gonna let some ass hole in a bar get away with this." Vincent whispered to the guy. The young kid tried easing himself away from the bar. Until Vincent started popping off rounds through the windows.
"Get out of here!" Rick yelled as he stood up, shooting his python off through the shattered window. The men scattered in different directions. One ran behind the truck, the African ran to the right, and the kid just disappeared. Glenn and Hershel hid, waiting for Rick's plan. Everything became quiet all over again. There was a noise that came from the back of the bar. Glenn started towards the back, grasping the gun tightly in his grip. He moved slowly towards the door. He opened it and saw a shadow behind the door. Glenn aimed his shotgun and squeezed the trigger. It blasted the window it out, the shadow ducked and ran off down the outside alley.
"Glenn!?" Rick called out. Glenn dropped the gun to his side.
"I'm fine." Glenn yelled to Rick. Hershel came out of the main room with his gun out and ready.
"Rick wants you to try for the truck." Hershel told Glenn. Glenn sighed deeply. "You'll try and succeed. I'll be behind ya." Hershel assured Glenn. Glenn nodded, he wanted to show Hershel he's brave. He turned and started for the door, he opened it slowly and slipped out into the alley. Glenn tried heading for the truck, until a bullet flashed past him, almost hitting his back. Hershel swung around and shot the African guy in the chest. The man fell to the grass, crying out in pain.
"SEAN?" Hershel looked at the other end of the alley way. The young kid was running down it, he dropped his sniper on the ground. "Sean!" The kid landed by the man's side. "Oh man! I don't know what to do." The young kid started worrying. "Vincent!" He looked around for his friend.
"What happened?" Rick ran up to Hershel who stood behind the door.
"He fired. I think he hit Glenn." Rick peeked out the door. "Rick. The kid is gone." Rick looked back, the man lied on the ground yelling, the young one was missing.
"Keep an eye out." Rick told Hershel as he eased his way towards Glenn. "You okay?" Glenn was on the ground, panting. Rick hid behind the dumpster with Glenn. "Okay? We're almost home." Rick patted Glenn on the back.
"Ok." He answered.
"Let's go." Rick stood up. 'BANG' a bullet struck the dumpster. Glenn and Rick hid again. The young kid was up on top of the Pharmacy, with another gun. Vincent skidded up the street and came to a halt in front of the Pharmacy.
"C'MON!" Vincent yelled out of the window. The young kid leaned over the ledge.
"WE CAN'T LEAVE SEAN BEHIND!" The kid yelled down to Vincent.
"The roamers got to him!" Vincent yelled to the young one. "Jump!" The kid slowly stepped up on the ledge. He looked down in the pit of darkness, not knowing what he was going to land on. The fear of the unknowing swelled up inside of him. "Hurry it up!" The kid gulped and jumped. He felt the sharp pains in his wrist when he landed on a slanted roof, then rolled off.
"AHHHH!" Rick and Glenn looked to each other, terrified of the screaming.
"I'm sorry!" The man yelled, driving off in high speed.
"Nooo! HELP! ME!" The young kid screamed out. Rick was becoming sick and worried.
"Get Hershel!" He jumped up and ran to the opposite side of the street. The young kid's leg had been impaled to a dull fence. The kid had excruciating pains running up and down his leg. He could barely feel his toes, he could barely feel anything else in his body, the pain took up most of his feeling. "Oh my god." Rick muttered. The kid cried, the pain was killing him. Needle pains ripped into the kid's stomach, his leg burned like someone had it roasting over a burner. "You're fine."
"How am I fine?" He asked lying on his back. Slamming his fists down on the lid of the dumpster. "AHHH!" He yelled again.
"Shush." Rick put his finger to his lips.
"Rick!" Hershel and Glenn ran towards Rick. Glenn stopped and covered his mouth when he saw the boy on the fence. "We got to go!"
"NO!" The kid yelped again. Afraid of being left behind so the walkers could fest on him. He's helpless as long as he's impaled to the fence.
"I'm sorry son, but we gotta go." Hershel patted the kid's knee.
"We can't leave him." Rick said sternly. He was standing by the kid's side on this one.
"He was just shooting at us!" Glenn yelled at Rick.
"Jesus, Glenn! He's just a kid." Rick said in a worried sickness. Hershel turned to the kid's leg.
"There's no way getting it off in one piece. The fence went clean through." Hershel checked it. The kid cried hard.
"Can't we just take the leg off?" Glenn put an idea into Rick's head.
"Do we still of a hatchet in the truck?" Rick asked. Glenn thought and remembered he had to use it.
"No." He answered.
"No. No. No. Please don't cut my leg off!" The kid begged desperately to the three guys. Rick took a knife out of the kid's sneaker.
"Will this cut through?" Rick asked Hershel. Hershel nodded and took the knife from him.
"I'm gonna have to start from cutting under the tibia. He's going to loose his leg." Hershel told Rick. The kid's eyes grew large from those words.
"No choice." Rick said to Hershel. Walking towards the kid on the fence.
"Oh god…" The kid breathed out. Rick shoved the boy's chest down on the dumpster. Hershel grabbed a stick and placed across the kid's leg, then tied his shirt around the boy's leg.
"AHHH-" Rick covered the boy's mouth so he wouldn't attract the dead.
"Shut up!" Rick growled in the boy's ear. Glenn started firing off shots in the distances. Walkers were coming out of the woods, hungry and waiting. Suddenly, there were walkers coming up through the alley. "Oh god. Their everywhere." He lifted his gun and started shooting them. "Running low on ammo!"
"Hershel! We gotta go!" Glenn yelled.
"I need more time!" Hershel shoved the knife into the kid's leg, and ripped it up through the skin.
"Hershel! Now!" Rick ran out of the alley way. The kid reached forward, hypervenelating.
"Wait! No! Please don't leave! Please! No!" Rick couldn't bare his screams, he stopped and looked back at the boy. He saw that the kid was afraid, confused, and hurting terribly. It was the boy or the other two. Walkers were squirming and shuffling up behind the kid. "Oh god. Please! Don't do this!" The kid lied back again, with his eyes closed.
"RICK! He isn't one of us! LET'S GO!" Glenn yelled in rage to Rick. Rick thought about what the kid might feel if they leave him to the walker's. The dead sinking their teeth into his flesh, the ripping him apart. Rick turned and tossed the keys to Glenn, and ran back the boy. He squeezed the leg tightly and ripped it upwards off the fence. The boy screamed.
"C'mon." Rick said to him, dragging the kid off the dumpster. He put the boy's arm around his neck. "You gotta help. Try using your other leg." The boy lifted himself up with his good leg. Rick provided the kid support. He got the back door open and pushed the kid into the truck. Then got in and closed the door. "GET US OUT OF HERE!" Glenn hit the gas, the truck flew forward. "Hershel! We need to stop the bleeding!"
"Straighten out his leg!" Rick straightened the kid's leg out forward. "No tie it very tight around the wound with this." He handed Rick a cloth, Rick wrapped the cloth around the kid's leg and tightened it to the point he yelled in pain.
"Hurry home." Rick whispered to Glenn, as he allowed the kid's leg to rest on his lap. The kid past out from blood lost.
"Look!" Erica pointed forward. Shane shined his headlights on a figure in the road. "Is it her?" She asked him. He slowed the vehicle down some.
"Shit." He stopped the truck. Erica got out and ran up to Lori, she gave her a big hug. "What the hell happened?" He asked her.
"There was a walker in the road." She tried explaining.
"C'mon, let's git ya cleaned up." Erica took Lori's hand and led her back to the SUV. Shane drove the two of them back to the farm, right when they pulled up, Glenn had drove the truck onto the land. Lori jumped out of the truck, running towards Rick as he got out of the SUV.
"Oh god! You're alive." She hugged her husband. Rick held her tightly. Carl ran up to them, slamming his body against Rick's.
"Who's that?" T-DOG asked Rick, reffering to the kid in the truck.
"Don't know yet. But, he's hurt badly." Glenn exclaimed. Everyone started walking up closer to the SUV, but Rick pushed Shane away from the vehicle. Then opened the door, lifted the kid out of it. They all saw the blood on his lower leg, it was drenched in blood!
"Patricia, prepare the shed for surgery." Hershel commaned the little woman. She did as he asked and rushed into the house for the surgercal supplies. Rick and Glenn dragged the kid to the shed.
"We should've left him." Glenn huffed. Rick groaned for his answer.
"That's what you wanted, not what he wanted." Rick told Glenn, Daryl opened the door, helping Rick and Glenn lift the kid up onto the table. "Daryl ripped a hole in his jeans." Daryl grabbed both sides of the kids jeans, 'SHRIP!'
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