Hi everyone. Hope you've been having a good day... week... whatever, I don't even know how long it's been, haha.
So, I forgot to do this last chapter, so I'm gonna do it now. I've got some reviews to answer.
SimplyMae: Hi! I'm glad you love the story. I will be going by the T.V. Series, obviously, because Daryl's in this story and he's not in the comic books. I hope you enjoy the new chapter, thanks for reviewing!
Anyway, I don't own anything. Enjoy!
Chapter Nine
They walked back to the Guillermo's building, Miguel in the front, now wearing a rag over his mouth and his hands tied behind his back. The doors opened when they arrived, and Daryl pushed Miguel inside, then the four of them followed, weapons raised.
Since Carrie could write well with both hands, she knew how to shoot fairly well with both hands. She decided to put that to good use, and now she felt pretty bad ass holding two handguns.
They were soon surrounded by men, Guillermo in the front.
"I see my guns, but they're not all in the bag," he commented.
"That's because they're not yours," Rick replied. "I thought I mentioned that."
"Let's just shoot these fools right now, ese! Alright, unload on their asses, ese!"
"I don't think you fully appreciate the gravity of the situation."
"Oh, I think we do," Carrie replied. Rick gave her a look out of the corner of his eye before cutting Miguel's binds and pushing him forward.
"You have your man. I want mine," he said.
"I'm gonna chop up your boy," Guillermo growled. "I'm gonna feed 'im to my dogs. They're the evilest, nastiest man-eatin' bitches you ever saw. Picked 'em up from Satan at a yard sale."
Carrie tried not to let it show, but she was afraid for her friend.
"I told you how it has to be! Are you woefully deaf?"
"No, my hearing's fine. You said come locked and loaded-"
He cocked his gun and aimed at Guillermo's head, and everyone else followed suit, though their aim was elsewhere.
"- okay then, we're here."
There was silence, until another voice broke it.
"Felipe! Felipe!"
Carrie looked over to see an elderly woman walking through the crowd.
"Abuela, go back with the others, now."
"Get that old lady outta the line of fire!" Daryl said forcefully.
"Abuela, listen to your mijo, okay?" Guillermo said. "This is not the place for you right now."
"Mr. Gilbert is having trouble breathing," she told him tearfully. "He needs his asthma stuff! Carlito didn't find it! He needs his medicine."
"Felipe, go take care of it, okay! And take your grandmother with you!"
"Who are those men?" the woman demanded, gesturing to them. She walked over to them, despite Felipe's efforts to lead her away.
"Don't you take him!"
"Ma'am?"
"Felipe's a good boy! He have his trouble, but he pull himself together! We need him here!" she insisted.
"She thinks you're arresting him," Carrie muttered to Rick, who nodded.
"Ma'am, I'm not here to arrest your grandson."
"Then what do you want him for?" she asked.
"He's... helpin' us find a missing person," Rick lied. "A fella named Glenn."
"The Asian boy?" she asked. "He's with Mr. Gilbert! Come, come! I show you!"
She took Rick's hand and lead him to where Glenn was, but the men in the crowd inched closer, a few staring at Carrie. She stared right back, and felt someone stand next to her protectively. It didn't surprise her that it was T-Dog.
"Let them pass," Guillermo demanded, and they did.
She lead them out of the building and to another, this one more clean. It looked more like a hospital.
Looking into the rooms, Carrie noted it was a nursing home, not a hospital. She sighed. At least someone was taking care of them, even if it was people like Guillermo.
They were lead to what looked like a church with tables set around the room.
"Alright, alright," Felipe was saying to a man in a wheelchair, who Carrie guessed to be Mr. Gilbert. "Nice and easy, just breathe. Just breathe, just let it out. Just breathe."
"Glenn!" Carrie breathed when she saw him, and he looked over at them. She did a quick scan, and noting he was okay, she smiled at him.
"What the hell is this?" Rick asked.
"An asthma attack," Glenn replied. "Couldn't get his breath all of a sudden."
"Thought you were bein' eaten by dogs, man!" T-Dog said.
Glenn frowned and looked at a trio of chihuahuas in a dog bed. The one in the middle started to bark at them.
Carrie sighed and looked over at Guillermo, her eyes glazed with pure condescension.
"Could I have a word with you?" Rick said to him, and Guillermo nodded. The two left, and Carrie turned to Glenn.
"You're okay?" she asked. "They didn't hurt you?"
He shook his head.
"Good," she breathed before pulling him in for a hug, and he slowly returned it. In this world, you could loose friends in the blink of an eye. Carrie hoped that would never happen.
"Admit it, you only came back to Atlanta for the hat."
"Don't tell anybody."
Carrie smiled before rolling her eyes. Men...
"You've given away half our guns and ammo," Daryl said angrily.
"Not nearly half," Rick replied.
"For what? Bunch of old farts who are gonna die off momentarily anyhow?"
"Don't talk like that," Carrie told him.
"Seriously! How long you think they got?" he demanded.
"How long do any of us?" Rick retorted.
They arrived at the railroad tracks, but their van was nowhere in sight. Carrie rubbed a hand over her face.
"Great. Just what we need."
"Where the hell's our van?" Daryl asked.
"Where the hell do you think it is?!" Carrie demanded, clearly frustrated. "Some asshole decided to steal it."
"We left it right there, who would take it?" Glenn replied, his voice panicked.
"I think we all know," Carrie answered. She looked at Daryl before continuing. "Merle Dixon."
"He's gonna be takin' some vengeance back to camp," Daryl said quietly.
They had been running back to camp for awhile now. Carrie had no trouble keeping up. She wanted to get back to camp, make sure Robert was okay, but most of all, prove to him that she could fend for herself out there.
They stopped momentarily when they heard screams and shots.
"Oh, my God..."
"Go, go!"
Carrie darted ahead of them, her only thoughts on her friends back at the camp, on Rob.
Chaos.
That was the only way to describe what they came into.
There were walkers everywhere, eating the fallen, walkers falling left and right.
Carrie shot bullet after bullet, the walkers falling as the bullets hit them in the head.
Soon, it was over, and Carrie looked around at the fallen, her eyes freezing on Amy. Tears stung in her eyes, and she found that she had to look away. She was looking for someone else anyway.
"Rob?" she called shakily.
No answer.
"Rob?" she tried again, louder. Her bottom lip began to quiver.
Please, please Rob, for the love of all that is Holy, answer me!
"Rob!" she yelled, her voice cracking.
"You wanna keep it down? We're not alone here," Daryl spat. She glared at him, the tears finally welling over. She found she couldn't even speak.
"Back off," Glenn said from behind her. He put a hand on his friend's shaking shoulders. "Don't worry, we'll find him."
"No! Amy! Amy!"
Amy gone, and Robert missing.
Why did she ever leave?
Hmmm... What's happened to Robert? Stay tuned to find out!
Brownie points if you can guess what show the nickname "Freckles" is from. It's not from my own creation, as much as I'd like to say it was.
Pictures of Carrie and Delilah are still up on my profile, and yes, we will be hearing from Delilah soon. Hopefully, you guys will get as attached to her as I am.
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Thanks for reading, you guys. I'll see you real soon in the next chapter. Have an awesome day.
-SparrowEyedGirl
