THE NEXT DAY...
Carl's POV
Daryl, Michonne, Tyrese, and Bob left the prison today. They're going to get medicine for the sick. Dad told me it was a college Hershel suggested. I just hope they get back soon, we can't lose anyone else...we've lost too many people already.
When dad had come in to tell me that the group left, he also told me that Glenn and Sasha got sick. Glenn, my other best friend, is sick. They apparently broke into huge coughing fits and got taken to quarantine just before the group left for the medicine.
I can't imagine how Maggie is feeling right now. I know that if Glenn doesn't make it through the the sickness...Maggie will never be the same again. She'll become dark and cold and dangerous. She'll get herself killed by her anger and grief.
I know Tyrese won't be the same either if Sasha doesn't make it.
My ears perked up as I heard feet shuffling from down the hall. I was on watch in the administrations building where all the kids were put for protection of the sickness that was spreading.
I walked towards the noise and found Hershel making his way towards the exit. "Where are you going?"
Hershel turned around and faced me, holding an empty bag. "I'm going out."
"To Cell Block 'A'?" I asked.
"No, to the woods," Hershel replied.
"I can't let you go out there. I'm going to have to tell my dad," I said.
"Go ahead, but I won't be here when you get back," Hershel said.
"Then I'm coming with you. I can't let you go out there alone," I said.
"No, Carl," Hershel argued. "Now, I appreciate your concern, but you need to stay here."
"Hershel, I'm not fighting with you, I'm coming. Now let's go," I said. With a sigh, he nodded and led the way as we walked out the doors.
"When did your dad give it back?" Hershel asked. By it he was referring to my gun.
"Yesterday...when all this started," I replied.
"It was good for you to get a break for a while," Hershel said.
"Yeah, but it can't be like that all the time," I said, still searching the perimeter for walkers or someone uninvited.
"You know you didn't have to come with me. It's peaceful out here. Always quiet," Hershel said.
"No, it's not." He turned to look at me as I motioned towards a small camp site with two tents and a fire pit. There was a walker stuck in the moss of the tree.
My head shot in the direction of a branch snapping. It was a walker with a medical device attached to it's leg, causing it to limp through the leaves and branches.
I picked up my gun and aimed.
"Leave it, it's not bothering anyone," Hershel said. "Let's get back." I nodded and together we both walked back to the prison.
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