Congratulations fangymen lover for figuring out how Samantha communicates with Shady! IMPORTANT: what kind of animal do you think best describes Andrea, Dale, Carl, Shane, and Ricks personality? I will be using the answers some where in chapter 8 or 9. Thank you!
Samantha POV
I drove the jeep up a long dirt road, and I saw the camp. There were several cars all parked around a big RV, which was just about twenty feet away from a fire pit surrounded by logs, chairs, and even a ripped-out car seat. A little ways from all of this were a collection of several tents, all spaced out so that the survivors may have privacy from each other. There were people milling around doing chores and such, but they all stopped when I came up the road.
I parked the jeep a close, but not to close to the other cars, and then the people drew their guns.
"Step out of your vehicle! We don't want any trouble!" commanded a man with short, dark curly hair who put himself in front of the group. This seemed to position himself as their leader, or higher ranking survivors, or just bold and stupid. Either way, Daryl and I came out of the car.
"Ya can all lower ya guns, it's just me," Daryl spoke confidently.
This seemed to put the other survivors a bit more at ease, but they still had their guns pointed at me. I put my hands up, a signal of surrender,
"Uh, hi, I'm Samantha James-"
"State your business here," the guy in front said, cutting me off.
I frowned, maybe if he didn't cut people off he would get things done faster, but I answered his question anyways,
"I was hunting and I killed the deer he had been hunting," I said calmly, motioning to Daryl, who was standing next to me, "So I gave him a ride back as my way of saying sorry. The deer is in the back of my car if you want to get it."
"She's tellin' the truth, ya can put ya guns down," Daryl told the survivors.
The guy in front sighed, and put his gun into the holster on his belt.
I smirked, "Thank you."
I led Daryl and the curly- haired man to the back of my jeep, just in time to.
When I opened the trunk, I found Shady about to take out a big bite of the deer's throat.
"Shady! What are you doing?! That's not out deer!" I yelled at him. He whined, and flipped over onto his back, surrendering. His eyes seemed to get really big and glassy, shining in sadness. He looked like Bambi (I watched the movie on my phone). I sighed, and rubbed the big dog's stomach with my gloved hands.
"Alright, I forgive you. You're just so cute!" I told him and kissed his furry head. He jumped up, putting his paws on my shoulders, and licked face.
"Mom! Look! She has a wolf!"
I turned around, and saw a boy who looked to be about twelve, with a tall thin woman behind him. I guessed it was the boy who spoke, and the woman was his mother.
"Actually, he's a German Sheppard, but he looks like a wolf, doesn't he?" I said with I smile, "You can pet him if you want, he's quite friendly."
The boy looked at his mom, silently asking for permission. She nodded, and he smiled. The kid stuck out his hand for Shady to smell it, and when the black dog decided he liked him, the boy was covered in doggy kisses.
The boy's mother stuck out her hand,
"Hi, my name is Lori Grimes, I'm Carl's mom," she said to me. I shook her hand,
"As you know, I'm Samantha James. But you can call me Sam, or Sammy, or Samantha. Whatever floats your boat!" I ended with a laugh.
Lori smiled at me, and we watched as Daryl and the other man whose name I still don't know unload the deer from the car while Carl, Shady, and some other kids who I hadn't seen before play.
"Samantha, if you don't mind me asking, what are in all those bags you have?" Lori questioned, pointing to the duffles. There were at least fifteen, and that was only the back. I smiled,
"Well, one of them has my clothes in it. The others, well, see for yourself," I told the Grimes mother, motioning to the bags.
She looked a bit unsure at first, but nonetheless, she walked over to the back of the car, and carefully selecting one of the bags. She unzipped the top, and gasped,
"Oh my god! Samantha, where did you get these?" she questioned, rather loudly which attracted much attention from the group. The survivors walked over to my car again, the curly haired guy looking quite worried,
"Lori, what is it?" he asked, glancing at me suspiciously. Sending me a look that I'm pretty sure meant, 'If you have done something to hurt Lori I will tear you limb from limb.'
"Shane, look what she has!" Lori exclaimed to the man whose name I have FINALLY figured out (cheers like a maniac in brain). Everyone huddled around, and there mouths dropped open like they had been filled with bricks.
The bag they were looking in was filled to the brim with all different kinds of handguns and ammo. If you were a good shot, and you had this bag's contents you could kill a herd of zombies.
"Wher'd ya get this? Did you rob an army base or sumthin'?" Daryl said in his Southern Drawl as he eyed the duffle.
I glared at him,
"Okay, first of all, everyone in the base was turned into a zombie, and it's not like I was going to let all those weapons go to waste! And it's not like anyone was going to miss them! So I took them. Problem?" I asked the hunter with a frown.
An old man with a white beard and old fishing hat's eyes widened even more, if that was even possible, and spoke to me,
"You seriously robbed an army base?"
I sighed, and through my arms up in the air,
"Yes, I got the weapons from an army base, but I did not rob from it! Anyways, you guys can keep the weapons if you want, I don't want to over stay my welcome," I told the group as I handed Shane the bag. I turned around, with Shady trailing at my heels.
"Wait, Samantha, you can't go out there, it's to dangerous!" Lori said with a worried tone in her voice.
"Don't worry, Lori, I've been on my own for a while now, I'll be fine," I told her with a soft smile in my face.
She shook her head stubbornly,
"No, you could get killed. Please, Samantha, why don't you join our group? I mean, if it's al right with the others, of course."
I looked at Lori, the expression on her face was told me that she was truly worried for me, afraid of what would happen to me outside the camp. It was all very strange, because no one had ever cared about me before, besides Shady. Everyone else just wanted me to be the ultimate species to survive the apocalypse, not caring if I have very nearly died on several occasions, or cried myself to sleep almost every night until the only emotions I felt were hate and sadness.
"I'm fine with her staying, I don't see why we would have to put an innocent person back out in that horrible world all alone," the man with the fishing hat said to the group.
"I'm fine with her being her, too," a woman with a short grey pixie- cut told the others with a soft voice.
Quickly, everyone agreed that I could stay.
I was overwhelmingly happy. I was part of a group that actually wanted me, for who I was, not because I was going to be the girl who turned the human race into Salvations and save the world from flesh eating monsters (I hate you Dr. Jones. You're my own father, and yet I love pie more than you.).
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