While the ride, I talked with Carol while having Cody's head on my lap. I told him to sleep but he didn't want to. Carol told me that her her twelve years old daughter Sophie got lost in the woods, she was even abit crying while she told me. I could understand that, I was worried sick when Cody got lost. I just hope her daughter will come soon back. While I'm not so good in comforting, I just petted her shoulder and told her "Don't worry, she will come back." with a small smile. Damnit, I suck at those things. No different in family and strangers.
Well, I wasn't such a redneck like Tori. I could at least crack a smile without hitting the person infront of me. Tori...when I think about her, some old good memories come back. Well not really beautiful memories, but some funny when you're upside that you can remember them and get in a better mood.
The RV slowed down, which got my attention "Um, Dale, why are we slowing down?" I asked the old man on the wheel. "We are at the farm." He answered and turned the engine complete off.
"Farm?" I asked confused. "Carol told you, don't act like that!" Cody pounted angry. I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Fine, I can forget things to, a'right? Now help me get'ing up.." I said while trying to stand up but failed. Carol hold me on one of my arms, before I could land on the floor. "Damnit.."
"Don't you want to rest more? You don't have enough strength to walk..." Carol told me softly but I didn't thought about that "Like hell I will rest here while the others of you 'ave fun! I'm gonna find ya boss here and talk to him!" I said as I sit back onto the bed.
Cody knew, I was one of the sturborns persons in the world. He jumped up and talked quickly to Dale, who looked at me. Dale sighed before he and Carol helped me stand. I was shakly on my feets, and hold myself on the RV wall.
As we got out, I got a good hold on the wall of the RV and Carol. I told her not to hold me but I was to weak to stand on myself. "Fuckin' shit..." I hold my head in the hand that was before on the RV. Cody and Dale were right behind us.
Dale walked over to a guy with a sherrif uniform. They were talking about something before they hugged each other. Weird. While the other greets each other, Carol, me and Cody were still standing at the RV.
Now this sherrif guy and Dale came over to us. "How is he?" Carol asked worried. How is who, I thought. The sherrif guy nod "He will be fine. The fever is down and he's resting now." Carol sighed in relief, but still hold me. I cough to get there attention.
"Oh, I didn't think we have meet before. My name's Rick. Rick Grimes." Rick told me and hold his hand out for me. After a few moments, I took it and shook it "Raphaella Bratye. Call me Ella."
He nod and looked down to see my brother look at him with big blue eyes. "My brother Cody." I told him and give him a cold stare.
"Are you hurt or why is Carol holding you?" Rick asked confused. "Nah, she just think I'll faint if she let 'me go." I chuckled abit. "Because you're dehydrated!" She said seriously and I rolled my eyes.
"I got sleep, I got water, I got rest, what'cha want more from me women?!" I asked annoyed. "More rest." Carol and Cody told me both. "I think Hershel should take a look at you, if everything is alright." Rick told me.
I sighed. "If you stop with that shit then, yeah." I slung my arm around Rick's shoulder and let go ouf Carol's. While we were hopling to the house, Rick asked me how we find his group on the highway. I told him, some guy named Daryl bought me and Cody to the group. "Who's this Daryl anyway?" I asked while looking around. No one looked like a Daryl to me.
"This guy over there." He pointed to a guy next to a motorcycle. We wasn't looking in our direction, but I still could still see his face. Not much the social person, I guess. That will be fun here.
"No bad injury, beside the hand. What did you do?" The old man, which name I learned was Hershel, asked me. "Cut ma'self on a knife. It was a accident, didn't want Cody to worry so I wrapped it myself." I muttered quiet, but loud enough to hear. Cody was I think, by the boy who was shooten. His name was Carl.
While I sat here, drinking every few minutes abit of water, while Hershel stitched my hand. Didn't hurt, I had worst.
"Okay, all done." Hershel said, getting me out of my thought. I looked at the sewn hand. I muttered a quiet "Thanks" but didn't look up to the old man.
He nod "No Problem, my dear. If you excuse me now..." He said and goes outside. At this moment, Cody runned down the stairs and into my arms.
"Are you okay now?" He asked with big puppy eyes. I smiled and ruffed his hair "Hell yea I am. Nothing can kill me except me, ya know that do you?" He nod. I looked out of the window to see the group and the people from this farm behide a stone pile. Hm.
"Cody, ya know what those people are doing there?" I asked him and pointed out of the window to the people. He looked out as well "Someone died. I heared Rick talk about some guy named Otis who saved Carls live. He sacrificed himself to the walkers to help Shane to get away with the medicine."
"Who's that Shane?" I asked him and looked at the people to figure out who was this 'Shane'. "It's the man with the shaved head." Cody told me and pointed at the man. He was looking at the ground and saying something. Looks like those words made the women with blonde hair crying. Sure the wife of this 'Otis' who died.
But this Shane had this look. I know this look.
He was lying.
