"Daddy! Daddy! I got them!" A young boy shouts out loudly!
"Carl. I found you" Rick mumbles out to the boy who hit him.
I try and push Rick off of me but his dead weight is too much and a gun shot goes off. I hear the boy say "I'm gonna kill em son bitches!"
"He say something? I thought I heard him say somethin'?" His father comes over putting himself in front of his son, looking down at us.
"He called me Carl" he answers to his father.
"What's your wound?" He demands, yelling at us. Rick and I stare at the gun pointed at his head "you tell me" he demands "or I'll kill you!" He adds, clicking the gun and pointing it again.
"It's a gun shot!" I holler, Rick now passed out on top of me unable to answer for himself.
"Let's get him off of her" he says to the boy, who puts his shovel down and begins to help his father lift him off of me.
I stand up and wipe the dirt from my pants "thank you" I say, but as I look to them his gun is pointed at me.
"I need to make sure that's all his wound is. You're gonna help me bring him inside" he insists. I nod, not wanting to be on the bad end of a gun. Me and the man lift Rick onto our arms and drag him into a house a few down the road from where Rick was searching for his family.
We get him inside and he ties him to the bed, worried his injuries are worse then just a gun shot wound. "I was stuck in the hospital with him for weeks. It's really just a gun shot" I try and convince him, scared of what he may do with him, or with me. He ignores me everytime I try and just lets me stand in the corner of the room.
"Could've at least changed the bandage, the thing is rank" he says taking it off of him. It's my turn to ignore him and I just stare as he fixes him up, his son in the room as well, blocking the exit.
Afterwards, when Rick begins to wake up, the man tells me to wait with his son in the other room as he handles things with him. When he returns, he informs me that Rick has woken up and will join us all when he's ready. He starts to put food into a pot and cook something. Even before it begins to heat up, the smell makes my stomach turn with starvation and I know I'd eat anything right about now!
Rick walks slowly into the room and starts to talk about the people who used to live in this house. I feel awkward now, knowing that they are probably sick somewhere with whatever disease this is. He tries to look out the covered window, but the word "don't" emits in unison from the both of us.
"There's more them out there then usual. I never should've fired that gun today" the man explains moving the pot of food off of the heat while shaking his head. I'm sitting at a table next to his son, eagerly waiting for food to reach the plate. "The sound draws them in." He adds on.
He sits, serving the food onto our plates. As he does, Rick argues to him about the man he shot in the head. The man insisting he was a walker, a term I've heard twice before this night. He tells Rick to sit down and eat before he falls down and Rick actually listens, slowly sitting into the chair.
I pick up my fork to begin eating but the boy stops me, telling his father to say grace. I connect hands rather quickly with the boy, and wait for Rick to take a hold of my other. He does so hesitantly and after the prayer I dig in, as if I haven't eaten in years. I stuff my face, not caring what I look like to them as the one who cooked explains to Rick how the world is now. Although I've seen some of what he is saying and thought I understood the gravity of what was happening in the world, I don't think I truly believed it was as bad as it sounded until then. After a few moments of silence the man decides to introduce himself "I'm Morgan, this is Dwayne" he says and gestures to his son.
"Rick" Rick returns with a mouth full of beans lifting his eyes. As I continue to shovel the food into my mouth I can feel all their eyes looking at me.
I finish the bite I was chewing and lowly tell them my name "Sadie-Mae." No one else adds anything more to the table as we eat.
I lay on a couch in the room, turned into the back pillows as the boy asks if his father asked him if he was a bad guy. Rick jokes he's the deadliest Dillinger in town but quickly informs us all he is a local sheriff's deputy.
"What about you?" The boy asks, obviously referring to me.
"I'm just a temp" I mumble out, not really having a job to declare. Suddenly a car alarm is sounding off through the silence. The sound making me jump up, along with everyone else.
"It's okay" he assures his son, telling us that it's happened before and it will soon go off.
I walk towards the window to peak out as Rick and the boy dim the light. I quickly find the car that's making all the noise and curse at it silently.
"Won't it draw more?" Rick asks.
Now all 4 of us are pushed against the window, getting a glimpse of what's out there. "Ya, but nothing we can do about it now" Morgan says.
Just then the boy jumps "she's here!" He says afraid and runs away. He begins to loudly cry into the bed and my eyes follow him worried about the sound he's making.
I don't know who he's talking about but I return to the window and look for an actual human to be out there. I only see the dead wandering the streets. I return the couch and put my feet up. Rick is at the door looking through the peephole when the handle begins to turn. He slowly walks back to the cushions on the floor arranged into a place to sleep and sits. "She uhh.. She died in the other room in that bed in there." Morgan begins to tell us while stroking his sons head "nothing I.. Nothing I could do about it.. That fever man. Her skin gave off heat like a furnace" he begins to tremble "I shoulda put her down, I shoulda put her down, I know" he shakes his head "I just didn't have it in me" he wipes a tear.
"He's the mother of your child" Rick says back, probably having a feeling of understanding. None of us talk anymore and I find myself drifting off to sleep.
A/N: Please like/comment, it really keeps me motivated to keep writing 3 Love you all, thanks for your support.