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A/N: Okay so here is chapter two! I hope you guys enjoy it… I worked a lot on it and made it extra long so that Daryl and the group can be included. It'd be great to get opinions, and thank you so much for the story alerts and reviews! Keep 'em coming!
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Now We Are Free.
It was when another camper was accused of stealing, and sentenced to death, that I decided we needed to leave. I meet Reese out by our usual lookout, and together we come up with the perfect plan. Well as perfect as we can possibly make it.
"We can sneak out under the perimeter," I suggest.
Reese shakes his head. "They'll catch us."
We sit like that for a while. Me, my feet dangling as I rest on a branch, and Reese, pacing around the clearing, searching for any sensible solution. Suddenly, he stops and smiles, looking up at me. "I got it!"
"Care to share?"
"They don't check on us while we hunt. They think they've got us scared. We can escape while we're "hunting"," he explains.
"That would be perfect. But. What about Caroline?"
He frowns again, and bites his lip. Children are not allowed outside under any circumstance. He lets out a frustrated grunt and slams his fist against a tree. I shake my head. "We could lie."
"And tell them what?" he asks.
"We're teaching Caroline to hunt."
"And you honestly think they'll buy that?"
"It's worth a shot."
He considers for a moment. "Okay. Here's what'll happen. I'll leave tomorrow in the morning, at my normal time. You leave at your normal time, with Caroline. You'll have to stuff anything you absolutely need in the prey bag, or they'll just get suspicious. You'll lie to them, and we'll meet right here, at your tree. Then we run as fast as we can to the highway and take it from there. Okay?"
"Okay." I slide off the tree, and we face each other.
"Go, feed Caroline and yourself, and get to sleep early. You'll need as much energy as possible."
"Okay," I repeat. I'm not sure if it's the nerves or the excitement that keeps me from forming words. Before I know what he's doing, Reese grabs my face and pulls me to him, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.
"No matter what happens, you do what I say. I'm telling you right now, my main goal is to keep you and Caroline alive, and that won't change for anything. I love you."
I nod and feel tears well up in my eyes. I blink them away and find the courage to muster up the words I so desperately need to speak. "I love you too."
"I'll see you then." And with that, he turns to leave. I watch him until he disappears, and even though I know there are more important things to worry about, I can't help but wonder if his admittance of love is real or not. I shake my head. He loves me. Like a sister. Just like I love him as a brother. I try to put the thoughts aside, but I find myself thinking about it until I reach camp, and as I lay my head down next to Caroline's and try to sleep.
Tomorrow, I think. And then we'll be free. And with that, I fall into a deep sleep, my body slowly preparing for our fate tomorrow.
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"Come on Caroline," I clear my throat when I really how cracked it is. I shake her shoulder slightly and watch as she yawns and looks up at me in confusion. "We're leaving."
At these words she wakes up immediately, crawling her way out from under the stiff sheet. "Where are we going?" she asks, though she grabs her stuff and throws it into the prey-bag I give her.
"I don't know," I admit. No use lying when the twelve-year old could see right through me.
"Reese?" she asks.
"He's coming."
I urge her to hurry and help her throw some last minute items into her bag. Then, we head out into the darkness. I have my arrow around my shoulder, just as Reese and I planned. We start making our way across the camp when I hear a small voice call my name. I turn around and see Diana, a woman I'd come particularly fond of since we've gotten here. Her expression is showing all signs of distress.
"Where are you going?" she asks, catching up to us.
"We're leaving," I tell her so quietly I'm not sure that she heard. But she has, and she nods her head, placing a hand on my cheek.
"I wish I were as brave as you," she says. "I wish you the best."
I nod, and hear a hitch in Caroline's breath. She's crying. It isn't long before I feel the tears swell in my eyes too. I nod again and hug her. Before she lets me go, she whispers something else in my ear. "Don't forget about us."
I break away from our embrace and stare at her, my back straightened and my chin high. I'm a survivor. I'm a soldier. I blink the tears away. "I'll come back for you," I promise. She smiles sweetly, and before we can say anything else, she turns her back and disappears into the night. I think about my promise. I will come back for them. And I'll save them all.
I squeeze Caroline's hand and together we walk towards the entrance, as cool and collected as possible. I start to walk by the guards nonchalantly, but I feel a sharp grasp on my wrist. I try to ignore the pain I feel from his grip. I know this is where my performance means everything. Reese is already out. His safety is inevitable. I swallow and face the guard who's grabbed me so forcefully.
"Going somewhere?" he asks.
"Hunting. As I do every morning."
"No children outside the camp," he says.
"They've given me permission to teach Caroline to hunt. Would you like to ask Lieutenant Marks?" my voice is nothing but powerful, and after sizing me up for a moment, the guard releases his grasp. He grunts and stands aside, allowing us to pass.
We strode through the exit, and walk quietly out into the wilderness. I can feel sweat forming at my forehead. I bite my lip uncertainly. That seemed too easy. Surely, the guards would find this suspicious and send the best after us, but I hear no footsteps trailing behind. I search the trees, looking for any sign of Reese. We make our way to my lookout tree where Reese had told us he'd meet us and stop.
Something's not right. Maybe it's the still air, maybe it's the lack of a young man in the area, but I feel a chill run down my spine. Then, I hear it. The footsteps. Three sets. I feel Caroline's grasp tighten. Then, the figures come into view.
Reese is being dragged by two soldiers. His face is bloodied. I shut my eyes for a second and make a silent prayer that this is a nightmare. But when I reopen them, he's still there, being pushed to the ground. A gun is pointed at us. The guards sneer at me.
"It's a shame, really," one of the guards starts. "It was a good plan."
"We were just going hunting," I stammer, not quite sure what else I can do.
"Next time, try to make sure you speak quieter when you're making plans to deceive us. Not everyone is on your side."
Someone ratted us out. I can't help the anger rising in my chest. Who was it? Why couldn't they have minded their own business? The plan was perfect. I feel the weight of my bow upon my shoulder. I could easily take the one holding Reese out, but the other has the upper hand. There's no way I could do it without putting my life, Reese's life, or Caroline's in jeopardy.
"So. How are we going to do this?" the soldier with his weapon drawn smiles and steps closer to us. "Come quietly, or we'll be forced to kill you right here."
I lock eyes with Reese and he shakes his head. "Go", he mouths. I see his hands reach down and pull a knife from a compartment he keeps near his ankle. He was going to sacrifice himself for Caroline and I. I watch him closely, and barely have enough time to react when he shoves the knife through the guard's calf, and slice it through the meat. The guard screams in pain, and Reese pulls it out, shoving it through the other man's chest. Before he's able to complete his kill, the soldier knocks him upside the head with his gun. Reese and guard both fall to the ground, and I already have my bow strung and pointed at both the guards'.
"Go Aubrey!" Reese yells, exhaustion overpowering his normally booming voice.
"I'm not leaving without you," I murmur, finding the guards no longer a threat. I bend down beside him and start to help him up.
"Aubrey, I won't make it. You have to go. If you don't they'll find you. Please go. I'll be okay," he tells me, holding my face between his bloody hands. I feel tears stream down my face once again, and nod to him, not finding the words to express how I feel.
I tear myself away from him, and grab Caroline's hand, who's shaking and crouching on the ground. I pull her to her feet, and start sprinting. We run and run, away from the scene, making quick progress. I push Reese from my mind, as I find when I think of him, it just makes my feet slow. I want to go back. I want to save him, but I'm not strong enough to carry him, and he's right. The soldier's scream would draw all forces to the source, and Reese's blood would leave tracks we can't control.
"Don't stop," I say, when I feel Caroline start slowing.
"I'm so tired," she breathes.
"Just hang on a bit longer. We're almost to the road."
I don't know why that's a comfort, as I have no idea where to go once we get onto the road, but she picks up her pace and is now back to her full potential. I groan and push myself further, watching my footsteps. It's still so dark that I can't fully see in front of me. It might not be the smartest idea; running through the woods during a walker apocalypse, but right now, nothing made sense to me.
After it feels as if we've been running forever, the sun starts to come up, and I can see a break in the trees. The road. I bite my lip and press on. As soon as we reach the concrete, we slow down, and come to a stop, both of us leaning on our knees, panting heavily. We both look at each other, and I embrace her, smiling. We did it. We made it. We're free.
I feel the threat of tears again. Reese should be here. It was his idea, his want, need to leave that place. And now he's probably being punished, and I'm here, where he's been working so hard to get to. My lips tremble, and I feel Caroline stroking my hair.
"He'll find his way out," she whispers, though I can feel her voice quake.
"I know he will."
We loosen our hold, and I take this moment to look around. We're in the middle of a highway. I know we're out of the soldiers' cruel grasp, but by no means are we safe. In fact, being on the high way is probably just about as dangerous as it gets. The dead are probably crawling all over this seemingly empty road. Caroline seems to realize this too, and moves closer to me.
"We have to keep going, look for any signs of life," I tell her.
"What if there's no one left?" she asks.
"We'll find someone."
I don't know that for certain, but I don't want her to doubt for one second that the world is completely over. There has to be someone. We managed to get out in time, we can't be the only ones. I open my prey bag and find three pieces of squirrel meat. One for Caroline. One for me. One for Reese. I shake my head and split the last one in half, and divide the pieces among the two of us. Caroline wolfs the food down, and I follow her lead, despite the ache in my stomach. We must keep our strength up, or there is no purpose for Reese's sacrifice.
After our stomach's are full, we begin walking. The sun's climbing its way to the top of the sky, and I feel worry creep upon me. We only have a limited amount of water, Reese was in charge of most of it. I ignore this. We'll cross that bridge when it comes to it.
We walk for a long time when I know Caroline needs a break. Between sprinting out of the woods, and walking on a highway in this heat, I'm surprised she hasn't passed out. She holds her head high, though, and tells me she can keep going, but I know we can try to salvage supplies if we find some unlocked cars. I start rummaging through the first one when I hear it.
The sound of engines. Car engines. There were cars on the road, and they were working! I wriggle myself out of the car, and look around eagerly. Caroline seems to have heard them too, and she I see her point. "There!"
I follow her gaze and see them. Cars driving down the highway. They're opposite of us, so I muster up all the energy and strength within me, and sprint towards them. I wave my hands and scream. I don't even know if I'm forming words, but noises are coming out as I head towards them. I feel tears stream down my face when they begin to slow down. They're stopping. We're safe.
I slow down my pace as they come closer to me and fully stop the cars. I look back to see Caroline struggling to catch up, all of our prey bags in her hands. I wave in their direction, and then turn around to go help her. We run back towards them, and see them getting out of the cars.
I slow down and see a man in a sheriff's uniform step forward. He's accompanied by a man with dark, longer hair, who's eyeing us cautiously. I clear my throat, but find I have no words to say until the men reach us. The rest of their group stay behind.
"Hi," I manage to croak out.
"Hello ma'am," the sheriff nods at us. "You look like you need some help."
"Yes," I smile and glance down at Caroline who's still breathing heavily.
"Either of you infected?" the right-hand man asks, his hand clutching the base of his gun.
"No," I tell him, no hesitation.
"If you're planning on coming along with us, you won't mind if some of our female members check you over though," the sheriff's voice is full of authority, but there's softness to it, and suddenly, I feel safe. For the first time since the outbreak occurred.
"We don't mind. One bit."
"Good." He turns to his friend. "Shane, tell the others we'll make camp here for today, so we can get them situated." The right-hand man, Shane, eyes us for a few more moments, but then nods and turns back to the other survivors.
"I'm Rick Grimes." My attention is adverted back to the sheriff, and I see he's holding his hand out to me. I take it.
"Aubrey Wells. This is my sister, Caroline."
He lets go of my hand, and bends down to face Caroline, shaking hers too. He offers a smile, and she repeats the gesture. "You'll probably like to meet my son, Carl, and Carol's daughter, Sophia. They'll probably be happy to have another kid around." Caroline smiles and looks around him to the kids he's talking about. Everyone is staring just as intently back at us.
"Are you injured?" he asks. I realize he's looking at my face, his eyebrows scrunched together. I give him a quizzical look back, but then it hits me. Reese. He had grabbed my face before we left, and his hands were full of blood.
"It's not my blood." I realize how he might misinterpret this, and immediately shake my head. "My friend. He was injured."
"I see," he looks at the ground for a moment, but then looks back up. "Guess we'll have you checked over now."
We make our way towards the group, and I try to ignore their scorching stares. We walk right up to Carl, the boy he pointed out earlier, and a woman. She introduces herself as Lori, Rick's wife. She's the one who will be checking Caroline and I over.
We walk behind one of the cars, and she asks me to strip off my clothes until I'm just in my underwear and bra. I'm thankful that the men are busy working to build a fire, and find fuel for the cars.
"All clear," she says. "Lots of scars and bruises, but no bites. And when was the last time you had somethin' to eat?"
I think back to the squirrel Caroline and I had shared this morning. It was our usual portion. As I looked down, I could see my ribs poking through my skin. I somewhat resembled a skeleton. I looked away from her. "This morning."
"Well, ya need some meat on your bones," she chuckles. "We'll fix you both up somethin' good right away."
She checks over Caroline and declares her as infection free, and then they give us new—well, newer clothes to wear instead of the rags we'd shown up in. I slipped on a pair of jeans I guessed were Lori's, and an oversized t-shirt. They give Caroline some of Sophia's clothes.
They roasted some meats and other things like beans I knew they must have saved from before the outbreak. The camp all sits around, mostly together in a circle. They dig into the food, and I realize this is the most I've eaten in weeks. I try to be delicate and use manners, but the taste gets to me, and I end up shoving it into my mouth eagerly.
"So Aubrey," I hear Shane say between mouthfuls. "Where you from?"
I feel my muscles stiffen. Do I tell them? I figure I would need to eventually, if I were ever planning on rescuing Reese. "We're originally from Baltimore," I tell him.
"Wow, you traveled a long way," Carol says, her eyes consistently shifting to her daughter protectively.
"Yes," I agree. Do I tell them I was boarded onto a military truck and hoisted down to find a death camp awaiting me? "We were told of a safety camp down here somewhere."
"The CDC?" Rick asks. "That's where we're headed."
"It's still here?" I ask him.
"That's what we're gonna find out. Why? Have you heard anything about it?"
I think back to when the walkie-talkie's were still working and I could hear voices shouting at the guards around camp, telling them when and where each CDC was failing. I don't remember if they mentioned one in Georgia so I shake my head. "I haven't."
"We're gonna try our luck there," Rick says.
"And if it's ruined?"
"Shane thinks Fort Benning might be stable. But it's a long way away. So we're goin' to the CDC first."
"And you don't mind if Caroline and I come along?"
"Not at all. We're always happy to have fellow survivors," Rick smiles.
I smile back, and decide that as soon as I can get some alone time with him, I'll tell him about the camp. Then, we'll go to the CDC, hopefully find some stronger forces, go back to camp, and set everyone free of their miserable fates. I feel a glimmer of hope spread throughout my chest.
"Where did you get them." It's more of a statement than a word. It comes from one of the members I recognize as Andrea. She sits next to an older man, who had happily introduced himself as Dale. There's something in her eyes, a long of torture and pain. "Your scars," she adds when I give her a questioning look. "And the bruises and blood. Where did you get them?"
My brain struggles for a valid excuse. I feel Caroline tense beside me, but I know she won't speak up unless I tell her to. It's all up to me. "Car accident," I murmur. "I was in a car accident when the outbreak began."
This seems to satisfy most of the group, as their eyes are full of sympathy. I can't help but notice, though, Andrea and Shane exchange a look, their eyes filled with an emotion I can't quite place. I shrug it off. I have the rest of the groups compassion, and that's all I need.
"Where'd ya go after tha outbreak?"
I hadn't even noticed him. He stands, leaning against his ragged pickup truck, in a sleeveless shirt, a crossbow wrapped around his shoulder. He eyes me with the same intensity that Shane and Andrea had, except his gaze gives me chills. He bounces himself off the truck and then throws his squirrel bones into the pile we'd made in the center of our "circle".
"We've just been skipping around," I lie quickly, forcing myself to keep eye contact. "There were a few people we came across that were happy to give us some shelter for a few days."
"Why didn't you stay with them?" Shane asks.
"Because we were trying to make our way down here."
"Why?" Carol pipes in.
"My parents used to live in Atlanta." My voice is flat. This is true. My parents did live in Georgia. When I turned 18, I immediately left, and went up to bunk with a friend in Baltimore. A few weeks after, Caroline joined me, mostly because my parents were never around to make time for her. I always made sure I had time for her. Always.
"You know, about Atlanta, right?" Rick asks, rubbing his neck awkwardly.
Yes. I heard the guards talking about it one day. They said they'd sent in troops to control the infected, but their plan backfired. The whole city was in ruins. "Yes," I answer finally.
There's a silence forming, and I bite my lip. I hate awkward silences, and right now, the only thing plaguing my mind is the thought of Reese. I know there's a good chance he's probably dead. Marks shot woman because she took extra bread for her children. Reese tried to escape. Marks would either torture him, or kill him right away. I hope for the latter. I don't want Reese to suffer anymore than he's had to already.
"Maybe we should start gettin' ready to head out on the road?" Lori aims her question at her husband.
"Sounds like a good idea. We'll finish up collecting anything we can and then we'll head out." Rick doesn't wait for anyone to agree, he just stands and walks away, and just like that, the entire group spreads apart.
"Here." I hear a voice next to me and turn to face an Asian boy I'd noticed earlier handing me my bow. "I found this on the ground and I figured it was yours."
"Thanks." I grab the bow and swing it around my back, casually looking around to see if Rick is alone.
"No problem. I'm Glenn," he smiles and hold out his hand. I return the smile less enthusiastically and grasp his hand lightly.
"Aubrey."
"I know," he smiles again, but its cut off when we hear Shane calling his name. He rolls his eyes. "Well I better get going. It was nice to meet you."
"You too."
I search again for Rick but he's seemed to disappear completely. I frown and am about to go look for him when I feel another presence take up Glenn's space. I turn to find the sleeveless redneck. "Ya 'ny good with tha' thing?" he nods towards my bow.
"I'm alright," I reply, shrugging slightly.
"She's great with it." I suddenly realize Caroline's still at my side looking up at the man.
"Why don't you go make friends with Carl and Sophia?" I tell her. I need to find Rick. She hesitates, but catches Sophia's eye and makes her way slowly towards the young girl. I turn my attention back to Daryl. He's still looking at me, but he seems more impatient.
"Ya hunt with it?" he asks.
"I do."
"Well c'mon then." He doesn't say anything else, just starts making his way towards the woods, not even looking over his shoulder to see if I'm following. I stare after him, confused for a moment, but then jog after to catch up.
"Aubrey," I say when I reach him.
"Wha?" he asks, glancing slightly.
"My name's Aubrey."
"I know tha'."
"Oh. And your name?"
"Daryl."
"Nice to meet you." The response I get is a grunt. I roll my eyes and keep up to speed with him.
We walk to the edge of the woods in silence, and he doesn't make any notion that I'm there until he looks over his shoulder before plunging into the forest. I follow him quickly, walking lightly. We reach a good depth into the forest, and I close my eyes, allowing my other senses to pick up.
I hear many things; the songs of birds, the chattering of a woodpecker, a light crunch here and there, which could only be squirrels scrambling around the floor. I open my eyes and see my fellow hunter staring at me. I don't say anything but nod slightly and look up into the trees. I wet my lips and make a soft purr sound. A few moments later, a bird replicates the sound, making its way closer to us.
I see him. He's landed on a branch. He's small, but he could easily make a meal for one of the kids, or a snack. I breathe in and raise my bow. I exhale, and let the arrow fly. It punctures the bird fatally, and it's frail body falls to the floor. I run to it, and remember I forgot my prey bag back with my old clothes. I look towards Daryl and see him smirking at me. I smirk back and throw the lifeless animal to him.
"I forgot my prey-bag," I tell him.
"I'll take it," he says, clipping its limp body onto a holder wrapped around his body. "Where'd ya learn tha'?" he asks, before searching the woods for any sign of life.
"Shooting?"
"Tha' call."
"My friend. He used to hunt all the time. He taught me everything I know." The thought of Reese makes my heart ache.
"Smart man," he says before walking again. I guess it's time for us to change our hunting spot.
"What about you?" I ask him, quickly trying to catch up and not fall behind. "Where'd you get that thing?" I motion at the crossbow slung around his shoulder.
"Family heirloom."
"Ah," I breathe. "How'd you find these people?"
"Ya sure do talk a lot," he grumbles, and I shut my mouth. "Scarin' tha' prey off."
"I'm not sure they mind all too much," I tell him, looking up at a sparrow that has his gaze set on us. He pecks at the branch and then looks up again. I get the feeling that most animals don't fear people anymore, since there aren't many of us around.
I lift my bow again, but Daryl holds his hand up. He wants this to himself. I watch him, as he watches the bird. His eyes are intense. His muscles are tight. Wait. I take a closer look. His muscles. I can't help but notice how toned and, well, large they are. I blush and look away. He's attractive, I decide. For a redneck.
I almost miss it when he easily takes out the sparrow with his bow. He walks over to it and picks it up, placing it right next to my smaller finch. "Tha's how it's dun," he smirks and continues on.
"You never answered my question," I tell him, as I walk alongside him.
"'N you never shut the hell up," he retorts.
He catches me by surprise with the comment, but I just shrug and brush it off. Not like I need friends anyway, and this guy's clearly not the kind of friend I'd want anyway.
"Me an' my brother Merle came across 'em," he says after a few moments of silence.
"Your brother?" I try to think of the group. "Is he the black-haired one that hangs around Rick?"
He snorts. "No fuckin' way. They abandoned Merle. Handcuffed 'em to tha' roof of a mall, and left 'em. I wen' back for 'em, bu' he was gone."
I don't know exactly how to react. Surprise, because they left his brother for dead. Nervous, because maybe these people aren't as safe as I originally thought. Or scared, because there was obviously a reason they left his brother handcuffed on a roof, and here I am, in the middle of the woods with his bad-attitude brother. I raise my eyebrows. "Why did they leave him?"
"Apparently he was causin' trouble. No surprise there," he snorts.
"What do you mean he was just gone?"
"Wen' up to tha' roof 'n all we found was his hand 'n a bloody cuff."
My mouth opens in complete shock. "He sawed his own hand off?"
"I would imagine that's why we foun' 'is hand. Not attached to his body." He snorts.
"Oh wow," I shake my head. Bleeding, no hand. He was sure to be dead. Complete walker bait. "I'm sorry."
"Wha' for?" he asks.
"Your brother?"
"He ain't dead yet. Nothin' to be sorry for."
I nod and we continue walking in silence. We stop every so often, and we get a few squirrels and some more sparrows. My call proves to be extremely successful, and we catch more birds then I guessed Daryl expected. He turns out to be a good hunting partner, much like Reese was. I find myself staring off in the distance towards the end of our hunt.
"Shit!" I hear him growl, snapping me back to reality.
"What?"
"Ya scared off tha' squirrel! I almost had 'em!"
"Sorry," I mutter. I guess I hadn't been looking where I was walking. I shake my head and try to focus. He notices my far off expression and slings his bow over his shoulder.
"It's probably 'bout time ta head back 'nyway." He starts walking in the direction we'd come from. I follow with less enthusiasm than before.
"Okay."
"Did your friend do tha?" I follow his gaze to a bruise around my wrist. The bruise I had gotten from the guard who grabbed me before Caroline and I had walked out of the camp. I rub it self-consciously.
"I told you," I mutter. "Car accident."
"Tha' ain't from no car accident," he scoffs.
"It is."
"Whatever ya say."
We make our way back to camp in no time. Daryl immediately splits up from me to go skin and gut our kill. I see Caroline talking with Carl and Sophia and can't help but smile. "What are you guys talking about?" I ask as I walk up to the three of them.
"I'm telling them about Dexter," Caroline smiles at the memory of the dark brown horse that we'd brought into our family with open arms.
"Ah," I ruffle the top of her head. "Did you tell them about the time he bucked me off of him?"
She giggles. "I'll tell them now!"
I linger for a moment to hear her start telling the story, and then walk away, setting my bow down and scanning for Rick. He's over with Lori, Shane, and Dale. I wonder how I can get him alone without seeming suspicious. Then, as if God himself heard my thoughts, Rick walks away from his group and right towards me.
"Hey Aubrey. Good hunt?" he asks, glancing at Daryl who's busy at work skinning the critters.
"Great," I reply, smiling. "Hey, can I talk to you about something?"
"Sure, but first, do you know anythin' about skinning and gutting?" he asks.
"Yeah, I had to learn to feed Caroline, but—"
"Do you mind helpin' Daryl? We really want to eat so we can get to bed, and get up first thing in tha' morning to find the CDC."
"Uh, sure, no problem," I nod in respect and watch as he walks away from me, and over to Carol and Glenn. I roll my eyes, but turn to face the sleeveless redneck. I shake my head and start stalking my way towards him, pausing only once, when I can swear I hear Diana's voice in the wind.
Don't forget about us.
And I won't. Not now, not ever. I'll come back, I promise the wind. I'll save you all, even if it costs me my life. And when I can almost see Reese's picture standing in front of me, I realize that I mean every word.
