Chapter 7: Swept
KPOV
~Day of the shooting~
I had drove as fast as I could, Shane phoned me earlier telling me my dad was shot. I had to get there, to be there for mom and Carl. That it shouldn't be all of us dealing with it alone but together. As what we were...a family. When I finally pulled up, I saw mom was chatting to a friend and this was when I ran to her. She saw me and looked at me surprised. "Kat...what are you doing here?" she asked me, hugging me back confused.
"I'm here because of dad...did...did you not hear about it?" I asked her uncertain if she knew what happened. She gave me a look of a blank page in a book. She wasn't following what I was saying and that was when I was about to open my mouth to respond. The sounds of police cars rang as they drove and pulled up to stop by us.
Shane climbed out and walked towards us, he looked at us sadly and this was mom's eyes widened. "Is he alive?" she asked him as she looked between the two of us, unsure if she should be worried or sobbing.
"He's in surgery," he tells us but I had already known this.
"How?" mom asked quick as lightning. The sound of the school bell ringing and the chatter of children echoing in our ears. Dear God...Carl...he's...how the fuck are we going to tell him dad got shot?
"There was a radio call that said that there was two suspects in a car, but there was a third man. Somebody screwed up. I screwed up. I ju- I did not see him in time...Lori, Kat...it's my fault," Shane explained to us. He seemed so...lost and upset over all of this.
"I-I don't believe that," mom said as she stepped to stand beside Shane. Carl then stepped out and walked towards us, his grip on the backpack tight and his smile bright. We all waved to him but I saw my mom swallow hard from the corner of my eye. "What do I say? How do I tell my son his father's been shot?" she asked us.
"You don't have to do it alone mom," I tell her as I slipped my fingers into her hand, she gripped onto my hand tightly and gave me a nod. Slowly we walked towards Carl.
"Okay," Shane said as he saw us both walk away, hand in hand and stop in front of Carl. The two of us crouching to look directly at Carl.
"Carl...baby," mom began as she held back her tears and looked up at Carl.
"Carl...dad's been shot," I tell him and he looked at me sad, his eyes wide and they soon began to cry. "Please...don't cry. He's in surgery and he'll be fine. Right now...I need you to stay strong. No tears and chin up. Dad would want us to put up a brave face and to keep firm. No cracks. Remember?" I tell him and Carl just nods down at me. Giving me a sad but small smile, his tears slipping less and his bottom lip wobbling more.
Carl gave us a nod and kept his tears in as much as he could. "Yeah...a brave face for dad. He'd want that," he tells us and this makes mom wipe his tears away with her thumb. Mom kissing both our heads lightly from the fact we were all being united as a family and sticking together. To get through this stronger than we would separated.
We pulled each other into a hug, mom whispered that everything would be alright and that we'd get through this. That dad would make it and that we were to be strong now. Together, not apart.
Present day...KPOV
We were heading out, fixing our stuff and Carl helped me put in the comics and books I had brought along with me for his entertainment to slip them into my backpack. Zipping it up, I handed it mom and told the others I was going to go tell dad we were ready to leave. Dad had to go up to the top floor, to get a good view of the sunrise, to speak to that...Morgan person. The man who helped dad get back to us.
"Can it? 125 miles. That's what lies ahead...and I'm trying hard not to lose faith. I can't," dad said into the walkie-talkie sadly. "If I do, the others...my family, my wife...my kids. There's just a few of us now. So we've got to stick together, fight for each other," dad told the man on the walkie-talkie, he seemed upset but...hopeful.
"Be willing to lay down our lives for each other if it comes to that. It's the only chance we've got. Be careful out there, Morgan. I hope you and Duane are okay. Stay off the road. Keep moving. Keep your eyes open. I don't know, just...just be safe. Maybe we'll see you in Fort Benning someday. Rick signing off," dad spoke to the walkie-talkie, when he was done he turned to look at me and looked down at the walkie-talkie in his hands.
"We're ready to leave, just wanted to tell you," I tell him and he nods, both of us wandering back down the stairs and into the room where everyone else was. We went to the cars slowly and quietly. I climbed into the little amount of room dad had in the back of the car, sitting in it as I moved some things to one side. Carol, Sophia and Carl all sat behind mom and dad.
"Just thinking about our trip to the Grand Canyon with the kids," mom said after a small giggle and a warm smile to me, dad and Carl. Both me and dad laughing at the memory, of baby Carl who couldn't control himself and got sick.
"I don't remember that," Carl spoke up which made me also giggle.
"No, you wouldn't. You were just a baby," I tell him as I ruffled his hair and he flattened it down pouting to himself which made me laugh. Dad saw us and shook with his small chuckle.
Besides, we never made it past Fort Worth," mom told him as she smiled at both me and dad.
"No, you got sick. I never knew a baby could throw up so much," dad said chuckling as he drove, this made mom smile widely and giggle at that statement. Carl answered with a disgusted 'ick' which made me laugh more in the back.
"Yeah, ick," I state and he just turned his head to look at me, pulling a grossed out face and then sticking his tongue out at me. This made me reach out to grab his tongue which made him quickly stick it back into his mouth. The rest of us in the car giggling at mine and Carl's interaction.
"The doctor in Texas said you'd live. Then we turned around and drove home," mom concluded the story for us as she was pondering in her thoughts.
"That sucks," Carl told them, upset that we didn't have the trip we wanted.
"No, it was a good trip," mom said pleased, happy with this memory as I thought about that time. How we turned around and headed home because baby Carl was so sick. I can still remember it like it was yesterday.
"The best," I agreed as we all smiled and Carl had his small smile playing on his lips, his eyes looking down at his hands while he fiddled his thumbs.
"Can we go see it? The Grand Canyon? I'd like to," Carl spoke to mom and dad as he looked at them through the mirrors, his tone seemed hopeful and wanting. He really wants to go to The Grand Canyon after our first experience?
"I would too. Can we go?" Sophia asked softly, her voice quiet and timid. She looked at my parents and then back to her mom.
"We'd never go without you and your mom. That's a promise," dad said which made me smile at him. Sophia gently rested her head on her mom's shoulder while Carl turned his head a little to look at me, leaning in he gave me a kiss on the cheek and it made me smile from ear to ear. We had to stop for a few minutes while Daryl and Dale led us through a wave of cars that had all been abandoned or where people died in their cars during the disaster.
We finally stopped when we saw Dale's RV stop, coming to a slow halt and the look of steam coming from it got us all to climb out. Dad wandered towards Dale first, the rest of us getting out of the car and walking towards the RV. "I said it. Didn't I say it? A thousand times. Dead in the water," Dale spoke as he got out of the RV and walked to the radiator hose.
"Problem, Dale?" Shane asked him as we all gathered around together and watched as Dale began his rant about the radiator hose and chances in fixing it.
"Just a small matter of being stuck in the middle of nowhere with no hope of...okay, that was dumb," Dale admitted as his sentence drifted off when he realized where we were.
"If you can't find a radiator hose here..." Shane said not needing to finish the sentence but was soon enough cut off by Daryl who was already searching through the boot of cars.
"There's a whole bunch of stuff we can find," Daryl spoke as he picked up things from cars and put them somewhere safe for us.
"I can siphon more fuel from these cars for a start," T-Dog said as he looked around and walked towards a few cars. We could really use that and maybe some other supplies...
"Maybe some water," Carol spoke up, reading my mind and making me look down at Carl. Placing my arm around his side, to pull him tightly to me and watched as others talk.
"Or food," I spoke up, hopeful that we would find the things we needed.
"This is a graveyard," mom told us which made us all freeze and think over what she had just said. Sighing I looked to her and stood close enough so that we were face to face.
"Mom...you need to remember...these people are dead and have no use for what we need. This is survival and...the way I see it...these people are helping us do as such...survive. If they were all still alive and in our position...I'm sure they would do the same," I tell her and she gulped, taking in the view surrounding us and nodding.
"I don't know how I feel about this," mom said as I turned, she seemed to be stubborn about her own thoughts and it made me sad but...I respected them.
"All right, all right, here we go. Come on, y'all. Just look around, gather what you can," Shane instructed as we all got our weapons and began to walk around, searching cars and other things that could be around. I stuck beside mom, Carol, Carl and Sophia.
"Kids, don't look," Carol said as she looked inside a car which had a dead body inside, laying in its car as it was slowly decomposing, flies all over it and I stood against the door so the kids wouldn't be able to peek.
We had been wandering around for a while, packing things into my backpack like food and some water bottles. In mom's backpack we placed clothes into it and found some that we liked or would soon need that actually fit us. "Ed never let me wear nice things like this," Carol said as she lifted a red top, examining it, she caught both me and mom watching.
Placing it against her body to see if it would fit, she slowly folded it up and laid it back where it was. "We're gonna need clothes," Carol stated as she changed her mind and picked up the top, placing it into the backpack mom had. I was slipping food supplies into my bag when I heard mom call out to me and Carl.
"Hey, Carl, Kat. Always within my sight, okay?" mom told us, making the gesture with her hands and this was when Carl nodded and I just do the same. Carl called me over to tell me he had found some food, he stood beside me as he watched me pack the food away.
"You too, Sophia," Carol spoke to her daughter who gave a quick and quiet nod as we continued to scavenge. Gathering up as much as we could when I heard light running footsteps rush towards us.
"Lori, under the cars. Carl, Kat, Sophia, get down now!" dad whisper shouted to us, signaling for us to get under the cars. Quickly I placed my backpack in the boot of an open car, slipping my bow and quiver off and ducking under the car with Carl. Both of us shuffling closer together as we saw Sophia under a car alone, mom and dad were either in front or next to me and Carl.
The slow sweeping of feet as they stepped lazily around the cars, dad would whisper to us to stay silent and I would tightly hold Carl to me. The two of us breathing heavily, trying to calm our adrenaline pumped veins from the fear of possibly getting caught and saw that the walkers slowly moved further away from us.
Mom tightly held onto Carol's mouth, as Carol's eyes became red and watery. Fear was evident in her eyes as she stared at her daughter. Gradually the shuffling began to stop, it seemed that there weren't many left or...non at all. We waited a few moments more just in case there were any stragglers that were too slow to stick to the herd.
Just as we were all calmer, surer that the walkers were all gone, from the corner of my eye I saw movement, Sophia was to my right under a different car and she began to shuffle out. Looking up, she saw something that made her gasp and me to stare at her wide-eyed. My view was soon blocked by a walker trying to grab at her, she was sobbing and screaming as she slipped out. The walker got to its feet as it soon saw her get out, I then heard another pair of feet stumbling towards her.
She ran towards the woods from what I could hear, the shuffling coming from my left made me and Carl both look towards dad who had got out from under. He ran towards the woods and chased after Sophia and the walkers. When everything became quiet, we carefully slipped out from under, I then heard running as Carol was going to go after them. After dad and Sophia.
"Lori. There's two walkers are after my baby," Carol said as mom ran after her, grabbing her and silencing her with her hand again. Gently telling her to hush as she held tightly to Carol. We all stood there for a while, waiting for their return. We soon found out that T-Dog had been cut by a door and that dad didn't find Sophia but that she was safe. Sophia hadn't returned.
"Sure this is the spot?" Daryl asked dad as he led us to a small pool of water. A small enough hiding spot was found and it was where dad had supposedly left her. I had decided to join them in finding Sophia, seeing as my weapon was silent and that finding her was the right thing to do.
"I left her right here. I drew the walkers way off in that direction up the creek," dad explained as he pointed off towards the direction he went.
"Without a paddle...seems where we've landed," Daryl commented as he stood up from his crouching position, while he examined the footprints in the ground and looked up at me slightly shyly.
"She was gone by the time I got back here. I figured she just took off and ran back to the group. I told her go that way and keep the sun on her left shoulder," dad explained further as we looked around, I was down by the water and stood beside both Daryl and dad. We walked along the water, dad pointing the direction she was to head towards.
"Hey, short round, why don't you step off to one side? You're mucking up the trail," Daryl growled at Glenn as he told him to move away from the footprints in the ground that Sophia could have made. Glenn did as he was told but didn't seem happy with the Indiana Jones reference.
"Assuming she knows her left from her right," Shane told us, uncertain the girl would be able to tell which way was left and which was right.
"Shane, she understood me fine," dad tried to tell us, to reassure us that she knew where she was heading and what she was getting herself into. That she knew which direction to go to get back to us. To her mom.
"Kid's tired and scared, man. She had her a close call with two walkers. Got to wonder how much of what you said stuck," Shane pointed out as he looked down at both me and dad.
"Got clear prints right here. She did like you said, headed back to the highway. Let's spread out," Daryl told us as he looked back at both me and dad. He grabbed onto Shane's hand as he lifted Daryl from the pool and up to solid ground.
Dad climbed up next, when he reached the top, dad turned around and held out his hand for me. As did Shane, this was when I looked up to both men and took both their hands, both of them helping to pull me up and all of us following Daryl.
"Hey, we gonna find her. She'll be tuckered out hiding in a bush somewhere," Shane tried to reassure us while Daryl studied the ground carefully, his movements slow and crouched.
"She was doing just fine till right here. All she had to do was keep going. She veered off that way," Daryl said, kneeling down on one knee, all while looking at the ground and showing us how Sophia's path went.
"Why would she do that?" Glenn asked us unsure as to why she would just wander another direction in the middle of the woods. The girl is 12 Glenn, she's scared and alone...one noise would make anyone paranoid in this world.
"Maybe she saw something that spooked her, made her run off," I suggest as I kneeled down beside Daryl and checked the footprints myself. He was right, she had moved away but why she would...I don't think any of us would know.
"A walker?" Glenn suggested as he looked between all of us, trying to get a peek at any walker footprints. There aren't any...at least we know she's more or less safe.
"I don't see any other footprints. Just hers," Daryl spoke up and informed us of what he saw. Of what he knew. "So what do we do? All of us press on?" Shane asked as he looked to dad and the rest of us.
"No, better if you, Kat and Glenn get back up to the highway. People are gonna start panicking. Let them know we're on her trail doing everything we can...but most of all, keep everybody calm," dad told us as he thought up what to say as he spoke. It's something he normally does...I know him too well...he is my biological father after all...just like Lori is my biological mother.
"I'll keep 'em busy scavenging cars. Think up a few other chores. I'll keep 'em occupied. Come on," Shane told us two as both Glenn and Shane began to turn their backs on us.
"Dad...please be careful," I tell him, my eyes sad and slightly worried. He gave me a nod, his jaw clenching tightly before he gave me a tight hug, I rubbed his slowly as he whispered the same to me. I turned to look at Daryl who had stood up from kneeling on the ground, his crossbow in his hands and his eyes on me. "Please look after my father," I asked him softly, he chewed the inside of his cheek and gave me another nod.
This made me turn my back and head towards Shane and Glenn. Shane telling me to come on, that he'll be safe and back in no time. When we reached the others, Shane decided we were to all fix up the highway and move cars off the road. Some others were to keep searching the cars for anything that would come of good use to us.
"Why aren't we all out there looking? Why are we moving cars?" Carol asked Dale as she turned to look at him, her arms were folded and her eyes earlier were glued to where Sophia had ran off to.
"We have to clear enough room so I can get the R.V. turned around as soon as it's running. Now that we have fuel we can double back to a bypass that Glenn flagged on the map," Dale explained to Carol while me and Andrea were pushing cars away from the road.
"Going back's going to be easier than trying to get through this mess," Shane commented as he looked out towards all the cars that lay ahead of us, huge lines and endless amount of cars towards the distance.
"We're not going anywhere till my daughter gets back," Carol stood firmly as she spoke. No one would leave her daughter behind, that's just cruel and uncalled for. Sophia will return to us. I know it.
"Hey, that goes without saying," mom said as she came over to stand by my side, Andrea had climbed back into the RV and I had just finished pushing a car out of the way.
"Rick and Daryl, they're on it, okay? Just a matter of time," Shane reassured Carol as she turned and walked away. Going back to her spot to see when and if Sophia, Daryl and dad would show up.
"Can't be soon enough for me. I'm still freaked out from that herd that passed us by...or whatever you'd call it," Andrea spoke while she took out a bottle of water and took a sip from it. Andrea had been through hell these past few days and that walker in the RV with her really shook her.
"Yeah, what was that?" Glenn asked us as he looked to each of us. "All of them just marching along like that," Glenn stated surprised that walkers could even come in that amount of numbers.
"A herd. That sounds about right. We've seen it. It's like the night camp got attacked. Some wandering pack, only fewer," Shane spoke but then realized Andrea's head drop in thought of that night. Poor Amy. "Okay. Come on, people. We still got a lot to do. Let's stay on it. Let's go, come on," Shane urged us as he walked off, leaving us behind and continuing with the work we were set with.
After a few more cars, I got tired of pushing and stopped. I saw mom walking towards me, she looked at me once and slowed down as she approached me. "Sweetie...what's wrong?" she asked me and I just frowned at the ground.
"It was my fault," I whispered out to her, holding back tears as I turned my face away and swallowed thickly. The lump in my throat got tighter as I thought of what happened and what could of happened.
"What do you mean?" she asked me confused as she got closer to me, her hand gently touched my jaw and turned my face to look into her eyes. Her hazel ones stared into my blue ones. They seemed sad and concerned. I shut them tightly as I sighed and slowly opened them.
"I could have...protected her. Done something but...I...I froze mom. I didn't do anything to protect her from that walker right beside me...grabbing at her," I tell her and she frowned at me sadly. Gripping my arms, she shook me a little as she looked me directly in the eyes, stern and strong.
"Baby girl...it's not your fault. Never think that it was your fault. We all froze, all but your father. No one knew what to do. We try to do what's right but sometimes...we can't always do that," she tells me sadly and firmly. I forcefully pulled myself from her hold. My bottom lip trembling, I shook my head and felt the tears build in my eyes.
"I could have done something mom...but I didn't...now that...that's on me," I tell her and she frowned at me, she tried to reach out, to comfort me but I just walked away. My hand covering my mouth as I let the tears escape quietly, silencing myself as I kept away from the others and cried to myself. So no one would see me weak like this...
"It's late. Gonna be dark soon," I heard Carol say in the distance quietly as I helped T-Dog with the canned food we had stacked by the RV.
"They'll find her," Andrea said gently to her, I looked up to see Andrea stroking Carol's back comfortingly. Andrea quietly began to walk towards us, walking past us she stopped to face Dale. "Where's my gun? You have no right to take it," Andrea started as she glared at the elder man.
"You don't need that just now, do you?" Dale questioned her and her motives on having that gun at hand.
"My father gave it to me. It's mine," Andrea growled at the elder man, obviously she was unhappy with how Dale was treating her.
"I can hold onto it for you," Dale suggested kindly as he looked at her with a soft simple smile.
"Or you can give it back to me," Andrea suggested back, not being so friendly as what Dale was trying to be. This made Shane walk over to them.
"Everything cool?" Shane asked as he stopped, his hands were in his pockets as he looked between the two of them.
"No, I want my gun back," Andrea complained, wrapping her arms tightly around her chest and looking up at Shane.
"I don't think it's a good idea right now," Dale reasoned but it wasn't the honest answer that Andrea was looking for. Or even the full truth, we all know she was suicidal and...she still possibly is.
"Why not?" Shane asked Dale confused as to why he couldn't give back Andrea what wasn't his in the first place.
"I'm not comfortable with it," Dale tells us and this makes Andrea laugh to herself, licking her lips and looked up at Dale surprised he would actually keep her alive when she just wanted her gun back.
"The truth is, less guns we have floating around camp the better," Shane said after a few seconds of Andrea just looking between the two males. Possibly hoping that she was going to get her gun back.
"You turning over your weapon or hers?" Andrea questioned Shane as she looked at him and then pointed to me. The way she mentioned me made me feel like my gun weighed ten times more than it did. Pulling my holster further down with its weight made me graze my fingers lightly over my Beretta.
"No. But I'm trained in its use as is she," Shane said as he pointed towards me with a movement of his head in my direction. "That's what the rest of y'all need is proper training...but until that time I think it's best if Dale keeps them all accounted for," Shane said, which made Andrea nod and turn her back on them. This left him and Dale alone by the RV. "Mind telling me what that's about?" Shane asked him but before Dale could answer him, Glenn mumbled something.
"Oh God, they're back," Glenn said and dropped whatever he had in his hands to rush towards the two we had left in the woods.
"You didn't find her?" Carol asked them, she was pacing around, crying and unsure of what to do with herself.
"Her trail went cold. We'll pick it up again at first light," dad told the rest of us as he looked at Carol sadly.
"You can't leave my daughter out there on her own to spend the night alone in the woods," Carol cried out, unhappy with how things had turned out and worried for her daughter. It wouldn't surprise me. The woods aren't safe for a little girl at night.
"Out in the dark's no good. We'd just be tripping over ourselves. More people get lost," Daryl reasoned, trying to explain why it wouldn't be wise for anyone to be out in the woods at night.
"But she's 12. She can't be out there on her own. You didn't find anything?" Carol asked and informed them, her teary state made her more panicked and angered.
"I know this is hard. But I'm asking you not to panic. We know she was out there," dad tried to reassure Carol, getting closer to Carol as he tried to calm her down.
"And we tracked her for a while," Daryl reassured further, his eyes were glued to Carol as he spoke.
"We have to make this an organized effort. Daryl knows the woods better than anybody. I've asked him to oversee this," dad tried to calm her down with this knowledge Daryl had. To hopefully give peace to Carol's mind.
"Is that blood?" Carol asked them as she finally noticed blood covering them both, she was stunned and slightly worried as to whose blood that was.
"We took down a walker," dad informed us all as he tried to calm her down, to make sure she wouldn't lose it.
"Walker? Oh my God," Carol whispered, her panick rising even more as she kept moving her head and looking away from dad.
"There was no sign it was ever anywhere near Sophia," dad reassured Carol as he got close enough to her to get a good eye contact with her.
"How can you know that?" Andrea spoke up curiously about how they would know such a thing and this made me wriggle my nose at the thought. They cut it open...didn't they?
"We cut the son of a bitch open, made sure," Daryl told us all but his eyes were focused on Carol's breaking down face.
"Oh God. How could you just leave her out there to begin with? How could you just leave her?" Carol said as she looked up at dad, sitting down on the side of the road, on the barriers as mom sat down beside her to comfort her.
"Those two walkers were on us. I had to draw them off. It was her best chance," dad told her, his voice shaking as he tried to hold on to his strength, to his own faith and not lose himself to the sadness of this grieving mother who had lost her child in the woods.
"Sounds like he didn't have a choice, Carol," I step up and try and defend my dad. To also try and let dad have some space from Carol's questioning, angry eyes.
"How was she supposed to find her way back on her own? She's just a child. She's just a child," Carol mumbled sadly, worried for her little girl who was still out there in the woods. Alone.
"It was my only option. The only choice I could make," dad spoke as he crouched down to look up at Carol. He's feeling low...like it's his fault but it isn't. It's mine. I should be the one apologizing to Carol. Not him. He doesn't deserve this.
"I'm sure nobody doubts that," Shane agreed, defending dad as he leaned against the barrier and looked towards the rest of us. Dad was still crouching down and looking up at Carol sadly.
"My little girl got left in the woods," Carol said while mom comforted Carol by rubbing her shoulders and massaging her back. No one said a word, they just...stood there. Dad slowly raised to his feet but this made me rush to the car and grab my weapons and a flashlight. I hopped over the barrier and started to wander towards the woods.
"Kat!" I heard behind me. "No!" more voices called out to me, I then heard running towards me from both sides. The fastest one gripped my arm tightly and pulled me to turn to face him. It was bright blue eyes, dirty face and that slightly messy hair I had grown to familiarize myself with.
"Where do you think you're goin'? Didn't you hear me?!" Daryl asked me angered as dad quickly caught up to us. "It's going to get dark and we're just going to get lost if we go into the woods," he tells me and I just forcefully pull my arm out of his grip.
"Let me go. I'm not letting a little girl stay out there the night without us at least trying to find her. Not just for her mother, but that little girl needs us. Sophia needs us," I tell them and dad looked at me sadly. I then heard my name being called, looking up, I saw Carl looking down at me scared and worried. Mom's eyes wide as panick coloured her face.
I frowned and slowly walked up to them. "Kat...please don't go. I don't want to lose you," he tells me sadly and I crouch down to hold his hands in mine. I leaned in to peck his cheek lightly before getting up and looking at Carol.
"Carol...your call...no one elses. Would you like me to go into the woods and look for your daughter?" I asked her and she looked up at me, then to the rest of my family members. I think mom held a firm grip on Carol's skin as she looked at the two of us wide-eyed. Carol took a hard swallow and looked behind her to the woods.
"Stay...we don't need anyone else getting lost...but...thank you Kat. I appreciate the offer but...I don't want your mom to go through the same thing as I am right now," this made me feel slightly offended but I just gave her a nod and walked to the RV...
"Everybody takes a weapon," dad said as he rolled out an arsenal of silent weapons. There was one missing which made me wonder. Slipping out my machete, I placed it inside the fold and giggled. It was the perfect fit but was still slightly big for the hold.
"These aren't the kind of weapons we need. What about the guns?" Andrea complained. Always about the fucking guns, I know she wants a gun but she doesn't know how to use it or need it if we want to be silent in the woods.
"We've been over that. Daryl, Kat, Rick and I are carrying. We can't have people popping off rounds every time a tree rustles," Shane explained as he fiddled with his gun, I slipped my machete back into my holster and waited for us to get ready to leave.
"It's not the trees I'm worried about," Andrea tried to explain but this makes Shane get a little impatient and angered by her continuous complaining about us not allowing her to have a gun.
"Say somebody fires at the wrong moment, a herd happens to be passing by. See, then it's game over for all of us. So you need to get over it," Shane stated as he told Andrea exactly what was happening and why she wasn't allowed a gun. No point on her being trigger happy and firing a walker that gets too close to us.
"The idea is to take the creek up about five miles, turn around and come back down the other side. Chances are she'll be by the creek. It's her only landmark," Daryl told us as we all got ready to leave.
"Stay quiet and stay sharp. Keep space between you but always stay within sight of each other," dad informed everyone as we began to part our separate ways.
"Everybody assemble your packs," Shane instructed others as we all got our things ready to go.
"Keep on those repairs. We've got to get this RV ready to move," dad told Dale as we walked to him, mom was holding onto her weapon and we both looked down at Carl who stood there patiently.
"We won't stay here a minute longer than we have to. Good luck out there. Bring Sophia back," Dale encouraged us as he agreed with dad and sounded hopeful of us finding Sophia.
"Keep an eye on Carl while we're gone," dad tells Dale as he leaned over and gave Carl's arm a light pat of his arm.
"I'm going with you. You need people, right? To cover as much ground as possible," Carl suggested and stood firmly about his decision to coming with us. This made me look at him for a few minutes, unsure as to if it was safe or a good idea.
"Your call. I can't always be the bad guy," mom told dad as we all looked down at Carl. Dad deliberating as to what we were to do with my baby brother.
"Well, he has all of you to look after him. I'd say he's in good hands," Dale defended Carl's argument which made me raise an eyebrow to look at dad. He was thinking long and hard about his answer.
"Okay. Okay...but always within our sight, no exceptions," dad tells him as he sighed out and gave Carl a little mess of his hair as he walked past. Dale gave a wink to a smiling Carl which made me giggle and shake my head. Mom began to walk off, this made me call out to her.
"Mom. Where are you going?" I asked her and she just went to the food, opening her backpack and looking up at me, squinting from the sunshine.
"I'm putting food into my backpack, why?" she asked me and this made me smile, I asked her if I could help her and she agreed to it kindly. Carl had ran off to get himself ready for the trip, he then ran off after dad. We saw Andrea walk her way towards Dale.
"Andrea, I'm begging you. Don't put me in this position," Dale told Andrea as she stood beside him, everyone else moved away enough from them as to not sense their tension.
"I'm not going out there without my gun. I'll even say please," Andrea teased lightly as she gave him a soft smile, hopeful she would get her gun.
"I'm doing this for you," Dale told her as he shook his head at her.
"No, Dale, you're doing it for you. You need to stop. What do you think's gonna happen? I'm gonna stick it in my mouth and pull the trigger the moment you hand it to me?" Andrea questioned Dale's real reason as to why he wouldn't give her the gun.
"I know you're angry at me. That much is clear...but if I hadn't done what I did, you'd be dead now," Dale told her, reasoning to her that she should continue living and Andrea didn't care about that.
"Jenner gave us an option. I chose to stay," Andrea told him her anger was starting to show which made me and mom look at each other, wary of them.
"You chose suicide," Dale corrected to his point of view. Not everyone thinks the same as you Dale...or Andrea. They need to see both points of this argument. Hopefully it will happen now.
"So what's that to you? You barely know me," Andrea stated to him, we barely know each other and all we do is survive together because we're stronger together rather than alone.
"I know Amy's death devastated you," Dale informed her and this made Andrea really pissed off.
"Keep her out of this. This is not about Amy. This is about us...and if I decided that I had nothing left to live for, who the hell are you to tell me otherwise? To force my hand like that?" Andrea stated, her voice began to shake from the emotion she was clearly bottling up inside of her.
"I saved your life," Dale said to her a little stunned, unsure of how to respond to her words and what she truly wanted.
"No, Dale. I saved yours. You forced that on me. I didn't want your blood on my hands and that is the only reason I left that building. What did you expect? What, I'd have some kind of epiphany? Some life-affirming catharsis?" Andrea asked him, unsure what exactly Dale wanted her to feel like, how he wanted her to be and what exactly happened to her during that time she wanted nothing more than to die.
"Maybe just a little gratitude," Dale suggested but this only turned out to be the worst possibly answer. Gratitude doesn't fill that space...especially not in such a dark and cold world like now.
"Gratitude? I wanted to die my way, not torn apart by drooling freaks. That was my choice. You took that away from me, Dale," Andrea told him, tears were forming in her eyes and it made all of us sad.
"But-" Dale spoke but didn't have anything to say back to that statement. We all have a choice and taking it from someone like that isn't right. Not in this world at least.
"But you know better? All I wanted after my sister died was to get out of this endless horrific nightmare we live every day. I wasn't hurting anyone else. You took my choice away, Dale...and you expect gratitude?" Andrea said and this made me think about it from her perspective...without Carl...without mom or dad...I have nothing left to fight for. They are what keeps me going.
"I don't know what to say," Dale said as we all stood there silently, watching as this all played out and it made us sad. Dale was fumbling for words as reality finally hit him in the face. Not everything turns out the way they seem.
"I'm not your little girl, i'm not your wife, and I am sure as hell not your problem. That's all there is to say," Andrea told him while she took a step closer to him, with her words she gave him a long and hard look before walking around him and leaving him there to his thoughts.
We had finally packed away our things and I was ready to leave. I was walking closely to Daryl and dad. Dad had slowed down to walk beside me, Daryl taking the lead as he would crouch around and be hidden. A lot like the times when we would go hunting at camp, we would usually split up and meet back at camp.
"Kat...what you were about to do last night...that was very brave but...you shouldn't go anywhere alone, especially not at night," Dad tells me and I just looked at him from the corner of my eye.
"I know...but I did what I thought was right, I'm not a child anymore dad...I can make decisions for myself and I believed that going out there at night was the best thing to do," I tell him and he frowned at me slightly.
"You would have just ended up putting yourself at risk," he tells me and went to grab my arm to pull me closer to him. Daryl looked behind him, at us when he heard me move away from him quickly and out of my father's grip.
"I would have because it wouldn't sit right with me to leave that girl alone in the woods. You put yourself at risk but it's not right when I do it out of my choice? Now that...is just stupid. I'm not a child and if you've forgotten...I have been looking out for myself ever since this started and not just myself...but Carl and mom. So don't tell me about risks," I growled at him and this made him frown. I began to walk closer to Daryl as I followed his lead.
"She could be in there," I whispered to the others as we all crouched down, noticing a tent not far from us and slowly wandered towards it. Me, Shane, Daryl and dad left the others behind, slowly creeping up to the tent and not making a sound.
Letting Daryl check the tent from one side. Me the other, peeking in from "Could be a whole bunch of things in there," Daryl said as we got closer, we checked inside and I noticed a figure sitting on a chair. Both me and Daryl looked at each other and shrugged, unsure of what could be in there.
"Carol," dad called out to her as she ran towards us quietly, she was worried as to who was inside and the others stayed put where we left them. "Call out softly. If she's in there, yours is the first voice she should hear," dad instructed, we were all hopeful and wondering if Sophia was even inside.
"Sophia, sweetie, are you in there? Sophia, it's mommy. Sophia. We're all here, baby. It's mommy," Carol called out to her daughter, but there was no movement, no answer and this made me slowly head to open the tent. Daryl made a signal for me to stay put, instead he entered and wandered inside. Dad and Shane walking to stand beside me incase something happened. The smell made me, dad, Daryl and Shane cough.
"Daryl?" I called to him quietly, coughing from the horrible smell. He's taking his time...and it smells like death in there. There was no answer. "Daryl?" I tried again and this was when he climbed out and gave me a small nod.
"It ain't her," Daryl told us, he looked up at Carol who looked slightly devastated as to us still not finding her daughter.
"What's in there?" Andrea asked curious as to what would make us think something or someone was in there. As to what all the coughing and commotion was about.
"Some guy. Did what Jenner said...opted out. Ain't that what he called it?" Daryl asked as he phrased what Jenner had said back at the CDC. We suddenly heard church bells begin to toll, we ran and followed the direction from where it was coming from.
"What direction?" Shane asked as we slowed down, all of us looking around and trying to pin-point the direction it was coming from.
"I think that way. I'm pretty sure," dad said as he pointed to a path that he believed would take us to the church.
"Damn, it's hard to tell out here," Shane grumbled as he held a tight grip to his gun, the rest of us trying to find a way through the woods and towards the church.
"If we heard them, maybe Sophia did too," Carol said hopeful.
"Someone's ringing those bells, maybe calling others," Glenn suggested as he pulled on the strap of his backpack and looked towards the way dad directed us to.
"Or signaling they found her," Andrea told us, unsure as to which it could be and if it was even possible for survivors to be hauled up in a church.
"She could be ringing them herself," I say trying to keep hopeful that she was clever enough to send this signal but to keep herself safe for enough time so we could get there. After this everyone began to run, following after dad, me and Shane as we rushed to wherever the noise was coming from.
"That can't be it. Got no steeple, no bells. Rick," Shane told us as he followed after dad, hopeful that Sophia was inside there somewhere. We all ran towards the church, stopping when we reached the door, dad and Daryl climbed up the stairs and me and Shane followed closely behind. Slowly we opened the doors to find people sitting down...waiting for mass.
Slowly we stepped inside to find that...it wasn't people. They were walkers. Three of them sitting there, waiting for mass as if we were late to an important moment. The bells...they toll for us...for we are now the meal...and fuck are we going to be broken...just like the holy eucharist.
I handed Shane my machete and took Daryl's crossbow from him as Glenn passed him a weapon that would be a lot more effective than using a crossbow at such close proximity. Mom passed dad a weapon I couldn't quite recognize.
When dad got close enough, he sliced the walker's head and continued to slice it until it no longer moved. Shane used my machete to slice it right into it's brain and making it drop to the ground. Daryl edged closer to the walker, the female one kept moving her head from side to side, unsure of whom to attack and Daryl would making kissing noises to her until she got hit and fell flat by Daryl's weapon.
All three of them kept slicing until they knew the walker would no longer move. We stopped to marvel at the cross, dad began to scramble around and search for Sophia. "Sophia!" he called out to the girl, but there was no answer, no signal that she was here just a now empty church.
"Yo, J.C, you taking requests?" Daryl asked as he walked up to the cross and looked directly at it. Unsure as to what they were asking, I walked in and looked around.
"I'm telling you, it's the wrong church. It's got no steeple, Rick. There's no steeple," Shane told dad as he seemed a little disoriented from all that had just happened. Hearing the church bells ring, we all turned around and ran back towards the front door, down the stairs and found the bells were ringing on the side of the church. Glenn found where the noise was and switched off the bells from ringing any longer.
"A timer. It's on a timer," Daryl said exhausted, he had ran closest to Glenn and held his weapon up, ready to kill anything else that wanted to surprise him and soon looked at us drained.
"I'm gonna go back in for a bit," Carol said as she entered, I sighed and walked towards Shane, he handed me back my machete, saying thanks and I just gave him a quick nod. Mom, me, Carl and dad all went in with Carol as she sat down and stared up at the cross. She was praying out loud so that we could hear, her words made me sad and think of how hard it was and must have been for her.
"Father, forgive me. I don't deserve your mercy. I prayed for safe passage from Atlanta and you provided. I prayed for Ed to be punished for laying his hands on me and for looking at his own daughter with whatever sickness was growing in his soul. I prayed you'd put a stop to it, give me a chance to raise her right, help her not make my mistakes," Carol pleaded up at the cross.
"She's so fearful. She's so young in her way. She hasn't had a chance. Praying for Ed's death was a sin. Please, don't let this be my punishment. Let her be safe, alive and safe. Please, lord. Punish me however you want, but show mercy on her," Carol asked of the cross, tears were in her eyes as mom comforted her.
RPOV
Things were getting difficult more as the days and hours passed. Kat barely talked to me, she wouldn't even look at me and Carl...he seemed to stick closer to Kat than he did me. Not that I would blame him, he loves his sister and his sister loves him. She kept speaking of things that...made me sad. Things that made me worry for our relationship.
She was growing up quicker than when the world was normal, she was stronger...more unique, more survival worthy than I was and...she had her own thoughts and oppinions...her own worries. She was a woman and I didn't know how to stop it, to protect her...to make sure she and our family were safe. Kat had been my life before Carl...she still is part of my life and the fact I wasn't there for them when they needed me most...worries me and frightens me.
She seemed so strong...independent and when I wanted to make things right with her, it only made another argument. She still loved me and I could tell but...she was disappointed in me from what happened in the CDC. "She needs time and space," Lori told me once when I wanted to talk to her about my thoughts...my feelings towards me and Kat.
Kat seemed so cold towards me. She seemed slightly...reckless and careless at times. It worried me and made me wonder if I was doing anything right at all lately. We had been searching for Sophia and had no luck, Carol had prayed out loud and I finally stepped outside to talk to the rest of the group. To figure out a plan and stick to it.
"Got to move here, man. These people are spent. There's only so many hours of daylight left. We still got a long way back," Shane told me as he came over to me, I was pulled from my thoughts and I finally looked up at Shane for a second.
"I can't stop yet," I tell him. I won't stop yet. I wouldn't waste time if it was Kat or Carl out there...not even Lori. Family is important and Carol needs her daughter back, we need Sophia back. For the good of Carol and for the others. Sophia needs to be safe...she has to be.
"We still got a lot of ground to cover, whole other side of the creek bed...so we search that on the way back," Shane suggests as we try and come up with a route back towards Dale and T-Dog.
"She would have heard those church bells. She could be nearby," I tell him, hopeful that Sophia would be smart enough and sure enough to go to somewhere we knew we could possibly find her.
"She could be a lot of things," Shane mumbled and this made me want to frown. To cry. She has to be alive and well...she has to. For the sake of all of us, including Sophia.
"I can't go back. Her being out here is my fault," I admit, this was the first time I have actually admitted my mistake, the weight on my shoulders lifting slightly but still weighing a tonne. Sophia is lost out there...like how Kat was lost to us that cold and dark night.
"That's great. Now they got you doubting yourself, huh?" Shane said with a sarcastic, dry laugh. He was clearly amused at how I was handling this and how others were making me feel. I made myself feel like this. No one else. I couldn't find her, I couldn't get to Sophia in time to take her back to the others.
"What about you? You doubt me?" I asked Shane as I moved to look him right in the eyes, to catch any sense of doubt from him but he just looked right back and kept looking to the sides. This was a nervous trait of his.
"Hey, we can assign all kinds of blame," Shane said as he looked at me but then around as he spoke, he wouldn't look me in the eyes for too long and this made me worry slightly.
"This means something, finding her," I tell him which only earns me a small 'oh man,' and a shake to the head from Shane. "It would be the miracle we need. We can't give up," I tell him. I can't give up on Sophia...or my family. Least of all Kat...I need to make it right to her and to Carol. To Sophia.
"Mmm," Shane said as he thought things over to himself, when he knew what he was going to say and decide, he gave me a pat on the arm and walked towards the others who were all waiting for us.
KPOV
Shane cleared his throat when he turned away from dad, after their conversation and Shane had rubbed his head frustrated. "Y'all gonna follow the creek bed back, okay? Daryl, you're in charge. Me and Rick, we're just gonna hang back, search this area another hour or so just to be thorough," Shane informed us and this made me curious as to why they would split us apart, in such a small number and big one in comparison.
"You're splitting us up. You sure?" Daryl asked unsure himself if this was alright, or even the correct amount of numbers for each group.
"Yeah, we'll catch up to you," Shane reassured us as he gave us a small nod and looked down at his feet.
"I want to stay too. I'm her friend," Carl spoke up as he stepped forward to meet dad and Shane. We all stayed silent as no one knew how to respond to either letting him go or taking him with us back to the RV.
"Just be careful, okay?" mom tells him and this makes me look at her curiously, she would never be okay with this. She would hate the fact my brother is nowhere near her.
"I will," Carl answered her quickly and mom moved to give him a kiss on the top of his head.
When mom stepped back, I crouched down to his level and looked him in the eyes. "Are you sure you want to go? Do you want me to go with you?" I ask him, my face serious and slight worry made my muscles tense. I don't want to leave Carl alone...not after what happened back at the camp.
"I'll be fine Kat...anyway...mom needs you. I'll look after dad and you look out for mom. It's what we do, right?" he asked me with a small smile, giggling I smiled back, nodding and this was when he pulled me into a hug. Wrapping my arms tightly I held onto him and breathed in his scent, captured by this moment with him and not wanting to let him go.
"I love you," I tell him as I rubbed his back, feeling the need to whisper it to him and hold him tightly to me.
"I love you too," he replies and we pull away to look each other in the eyes, our smiles forming slowly as mom and dad look at us smiling. The rest of the group smiling but slightly sad, as were mom and dad's smile when they realized we were splitting up.
"When did you start growing up?" mom asked Carl as she pulled him into another hug.
"When did they both start growing up?" dad asked as he looked to me and mom smiling slowly. Dad slowly walked to us, kissed the top of Carl's head, pulled mom into a hug and kissed her lips lightly. When it came to me, he hugged me tightly and when he pulled away he kissed my forehead gently. "I'll be along soon enough," he tells me and mom. "Here, take this. Remember how to use it?" dad asked mom as he gave her his gun.
"I'm not taking your gun and leaving you unarmed," mom tells him as she began walking, she shook her head at dad while he stood there holding out his gun for her to take.
"Here, got a spare. Take it," Daryl stepped up to say, handing mom a gun and making me raise an eyebrow to him as to where he had found this gun. I believe he could have taken it from the...'opted out' guy from the tent?
Mom took the gun thanking him and we walked towards the woods, me and I turned a little to give the church one last look. Seeing dad run up the stairs as I turned back around and faced forward. We wandered into the woods, silent and calm.
"So this is it? This the whole plan?" Carol asked us as she sat down on a cut down tree, resting for a second as she looked at all of us.
"I guess the plan is to whittle us down into smaller and smaller groups," Daryl complained as he agreed with my thoughts earlier. It made me sad to think they were talking about my dad's ideas like this so...unhappy and mean towards him. It's unfair.
"Carrying knives and pointy sticks," Andrea complained as she then looked towards my mom. "I see you have a gun," she stated as she looked dully at mom, she looked like she didn't like my mom for having the gun, as though there was favouritism.
"Why, you want it?" mom asked Andrea while she opened up her backpack, she stepped closer to Andrea and held out the gun for her. "Here, take it," she tells Andrea, this makes Andrea look down at the gun and then back up at mom. "I'm sick of the looks you're giving me," mom tells her as Andrea takes the gun from my mom's hands.
"All of you. Honey, I can't imagine what you're going through...and I would do anything to stop it, but you have got to stop blaming Rick. It is in your face every time you look at him. When Sophia ran he didn't hesitate, did he? Not for a second," mom said as she looked at Carol. She seemed annoyed, upset and it made me sit beside her, rubbing her back as I didn't like seeing mom like this. So riled up and saddened by what others were thinking of dad.
"I don't know that any of us would have gone after her the way he did, or made the hard decisions that he had to make or that anybody could have done it any differently. Anybody?" mom asked up as she looked around the group. "Y'all look to him and then you blame him when he's not perfect. If you think you can do this without him, go right ahead. Nobody is stopping you," mom said as she took a sip of water from the bottle she had in her backpack, she slipped it back inside and looked up.
"We should keep moving," Andrea told us as she handed mom back the gun, mom took it from her and we kep moving. The sun was setting and the others would be worrying when we finally got back to T-Dog and Dale. My mind would wander to think about Carl, dad and Shane out there still searching for Sophia...
While we were walking we heard a gun shot which made both me and mom tense. We continued walking but we did question about it earlier, only this time both me and mom didn't feel right about it. "You still worrying about it?" Andrea asked us as we looked into the distance.
"It was a gunshot," mom stated, pointing out the obvious as we all looked out into the distance with her. Both our eyes were searching for anything that seemed odd.
"We all heard it," Daryl informed us as though we were stupid or something. Of course we all heard it! The fucking thing echos! My brother...my dad are out there.
"Why one- why just one gunshot?" mom asked, questioning the motives of firing only one shot and not more. If they were walkers...there would be more gun shots and for one...the wouldn't use guns for one unless it was an extreme emergency.
"Maybe they took down a walker," Daryl suggested which made me and mom turn to look at him stunned. Angered by his slight stupidity.
"Please don't patronize us. You know my dad wouldn't risk a gunshot to put down one walker, or Shane. They'd do it quietly," I inform them as I look back into the distance, making both me and mom look towards the woods.
"Shouldn't they have caught up with us by now?" Carol asked as she looked around, she seemed just as confused as we did and didn't want to openly show it.
"There's nothing we can do about it, anyway. Can't run around these woods chasing echoes," Daryl tells us, trying to make an excuse as to why we can't track down my brother and father.
"So, what do we do? Hmm?" I ask him, worried for my baby brother and for my dad who were out there, with Shane and just Shane.
"Same as we've been. Beat the bush for Sophia, work our way back to the highway," Daryl tells us and me and mom look at each other before watching the others expressions.
"I'm sure they'll hook up with us back at the RV," Andrea tried to reassure us, turning our backs me and mom started back the way we were heading. Daryl and Glenn following behind. "I'm sorry for what you're going through. I know how you feel," Andrea said to Carol, causing for all of us to turn to look at her and Carol.
"I suppose you do...thank you," Carol said politely to Andrea. "The thought of her, out here by herself It's the not knowing that's killin' me. I just keep hopin' and prayin' she doesn't wind up like Amy," she said which made Andrea flinch a little. "Oh, God! That's the worst thing I ever said," Carol said as she realized her mistake for saying that. She took Andrea's hands in hers, sad that she said that to Andrea about her now dead sister.
"We're all hoping and praying with you, for what it's worth," Andrea replied to Carol softly, recovering from the blow of Amy and giving Carol kind eyes after the pain she had just felt.
"I'll tell ya what it's worth...not a damn thing. It's a waste of time, all this hopin' and prayin'. We're gonna locate that little girl. She's gonna be just fine. Am I the only one zen around here? Good lord," Daryl growled at them as he stepped forward, examining the two women and then turning back to walk towards the highway. Leading us the way and we trailed after him.
We went for a break, knowing we were close enough to the creek we decided on where we wanted to go and mom decided to head back to the others. That tomorrow we would find Sophia.
"How much farther?" mom asked Daryl as we continued to walk through the woods, Daryl took the lead and we all followed.
"Not much...maybe a hundred yards as the crow flies," Daryl told us which made me laugh internally.
"Too bad we're not crows," I joked and everyone gave me a look like they would prefer to be crows right now.
We were following after Daryl when we suddenly heard Andrea scream at the top of her lungs, we ran to her screams and found her laying on the floor, a walker trying to get a bite of her as she screamed and kicked at the walker. Suddenly a girl on horseback came riding in with a bat in hand, knocking the walker off Andrea as Andrea fumbled to get to her feet.
"Lori? Kat? Kat and Lori Grimes?" the girl called for me and mom, this made me feel my stomach tense and twist around inside me. "Whoa!" the girl said to her horse that didn't want to stop moving but soon did.
"I'm Lori," mom said and then she pointed to me. "This is Kat...my daughter," she tells us and this makes me look at the two wide eyed.
"Rick sent me. You've got to come now," she tells us and I then look to the horse.
"What?" I ask her confused as to what was happening.
"There's been an accident. Carl's been shot," she said just as quickly, these words punched right into my chest and made my heart sink. This made me feel so numb and...cold. "He's still alive but you've gotta come now. Rick needs you both. Just come!" the girl told us but I shook my head.
Grabbing mom, I held onto her arms. "Mom you have to go. Carl needs you, I'll be there as soon as I can, go. Both of us won't fit on that saddle. Now go," I tell her and she looked at me, her eyes frantic, her heart beating and her breathing was uneven.
"Whoa-whoa-whoa! We don't know this girl. You can't get on that horse," Daryl growled at us but I just glared at him.
"My family is my problem, I say she goes...she goes," I tell Daryl and he just grumbles.
"Rick said you had others on the highway, that big traffic snarl?" the girl said as she lifted mom up onto the horse.
"Uh-huh," I nod to her and listened carefully.
"Backtrack to Fairburn road. Two miles down is our farm. You'll see the mailbox. Name's Greene. Hi-yah!" the girl said and within two seconds she left. Leaving me behind with the others. My eyes glued to them as I watched them ride off into the distance.
Suddenly we heard growling coming from the walker the girl had hit with the baseball bat. "Shut up," Daryl growled as it sat up and he shot it with his crossbow quickly, silently...Carl...
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