CHAPTER 9 (PART 2):
Dale and Jimmy went towards the barn, per Daryl's request. He said he saw some of them, the walkers, coming out from the barn. Which was odd, because no one had really inspected over there, Hershel kept that place very secretive, in fact.

T-dog and Andrea were the closest driver and shooter right near the house. "This is bullshit; we're going to run out of ammo before we even make a dent." Pointing over to the home, "We're going to have to make a run for it. We need to get the others."

"You mean leave the farm?" T-dog asked as he was driving in the direction that Andrea had pointed too just moments ago.

Andrea looked in every direction, "Do you have a better idea?"

Carol was doing very well for shooting, especially since she hardly had any practice at all with working a gun. Seeing that a shorter walker was coming towards her, she got herself ready-

"Baby?" There she was. It was her own daughter; Sophia! No, no this couldn't be happening, Carol needed to wake up from this demented nightmare, her child was not dead, or part of the living dead.

The child looked up at her mother, her clothes were ripped and torn, some of her flesh was off and only muscle was showing near her face. She was dead, more or less. Walking step by step, she was getting closer to who she used to call her mother. "Sophia?" She almost whispered.

Lori looked over at her friend, and saw that Carol had dropped her revolver, and was walking closer to her once offspring. "Oh God." She saw who the walker was too, they had finally found her, and not how they we're hoping to find her. "Carol, no!"

Walking up to her daughter, tears made her vision blurry. She reached to touch her daughter. "Baby I'm here now. I will never leave you ever again."

"Carol don't!"

Carl and Rick had poured gasoline in the barn, and we're planning to distract as many as the walkers as possible. Plus to call out to the others, saying they we're still alive. Carl climbed up the ladder after his dad dumped every last ounce of gas out.

"Come on, come and get it!" He shouted as he was halfway up the ladder and yelled for his son, "Carl, now!"

The RV was closing in on the barn, as soon as he saw it ignite in flames; Dale stepped harder on the gas pedal. "That must have been Rick who started the fire, ready?" Jimmy nodded as he nearly hung his whole body out of the window. Aiming and firing at target's nonstop, both Dale and Jimmy were watching for their friends.

"Maggie we need to get off the farm." Glenn and Maggie we're trapped the car stopped moving, though it was running still. But many walkers had surrounded the front and sides of the vehicle.

"No. What about my dad, and sister?" Maggie was the driver, and Glenn was just hoping that she would listen to him, just this one time.

"They are with the group, they will follow us. Please!" Thumping was heard as the living dead was bashing up against the car. Trying with all their might trip to rip apart the young lovers.

Andrea yelled to T-dog to do a lap and come right back, she needed to get everyone organized and supply cover fire. "Hershel, it's time to go!" Andrea yelled, but the older man was not having it, he resumed firing rounds of bullets. The blonde sighed, that was up to him, and she needed to get the others then.

Trying to give the girl a hug, Carol's skin on her neck broke and tore from her daughter, as she yelled out in pain. Lori ran over and put a bullet in her friend's daughter, while wincing. Then looking down at her friend who nodded for her to do the same to her. Not even saying anything, the sheriff's wife closed her eyes as she pulled the trigger.

"LORI!" Andrea called out, "Come on!"

Patricia was separated and pulled down by a walker, but Beth managed to make it. Thanks to Andrea who nearly ripped the young girl's hand off by dragging her. T-dog was back, and they needed to get going. "Come on Beth, LORI!" She shouted again.

Andrea looked around for Rachel, she knew that she had come back to stick close by. "I'll get Rachel." Lori was grabbing the bags and threw them in the back of the pick-up truck. "Hershel, come on now."

He looked and saw that the truck was getting over run. He heard T-dog yell, "We gotta go, we gotta go!" And less than a second later they sped off.

Andrea turned back around and saw that the blue truck was gone, that's fine, well not really. But she knew Hershel was still there, and there was one more car. She was going to scout around the perimeter. Everyone in the group was family, and they looked out for one another.

Rachel was on the other side of the house, taking care of as many as she could on her own. But she was running out of ammunition quickly. "Fuck." She reached for her pockets, and just remembered that she gave both his knives to her dogs. Running back into the house, she needed to get something that could be used as a weapon, and fast!

Daryl looked up and saw that Glenn and Maggie had reversed and sped off of the farm, and just a few minutes later so did the blue pick-up truck. "They got the right idea." Looking at the RV, he thought that Dale and Jimmy could help out Rick and Carl. What could he do? Couldn't give them a ride, and the fire was holding the attention of a lot of the walkers, those that weren't crisping from the embers that is.

Hearing gunshots from behind him a ways, it was Hershel; Daryl figured he would at least talk to him before he left. And see who made it, and who didn't. "Head back to the farm." He took the sharp objects from each of their mouths, as they began nearly galloping to Hershel, while Daryl drove behind to take a few more out.

Dale and Jimmy got ambushed and overrun by the walkers, as Rick and Carl we're running by them, they saw blood splatter from the inside. There was nothing they could do, they needed to head back to the house, and they could only hear Daryl's motorcycle and Hershel's gunshots. So he was glad to know at least two members of the group were still alive.

Bringing the dogs back to the house, Daryl saw Rick and Carl running from the back of the house, they were alive! "Come on we gotta go. I think everyone made it." To be honest Daryl had no idea, but he needed to say something to get them going.

Others knew that wasn't true, but there was no time to talk about that now. Daryl looked at the last car that was there, a red suburban truck, "Get everyone in." He pointed down to the dogs, "Take 'em with ya."

Carl opened all the doors, as his dad and the older men quickly exchanged goodbyes. "Go Daryl, we'll follow you."

"Hurry, get in, I'll cover ya." Pulling the trigger two times already as he watched them start up the car.

"No, what about my girls. This is my farm." Hershel eyed around, it was a good thought, but realistically, he wouldn't make it.

"Come on, I'm sure they made it. You won't know if you stay here." Rick was settled as the driver, while Hershel was up front, in the passenger seat, and Carl in the back seat.

Rachel managed to get out of the house, looking on the porch she saw the bag full of guns and had found an axe, and a couple other knives in the kitchen and living room. Walking outside she saw the motorcycle was already halfway across the field, and the red truck just began moving.

The car was barely going above five miles per hour and Carl had opened the other door, "No DAD. Wait." The dogs had not gone in yet they were distracting the walkers with their barking.

"God damn," Rick said seeming astonished by the bravery of the dogs. "She taught them so well."

Xavier ran faster, so he had to keep slowing down to make sure Sage was right behind him. Seeing that the door was open, they had to pick up the speed; the three males weren't going to wait forever. Xavier let Sage jump up first, seeing she made it. It was his turn; leaping up, he felt Carl tug on his collar to get him all the way in. Shutting the door, Rick put the power to the medal and raced out of there.

"No, Rick!" Andrea waved her hands up in the air, she was left behind!

"XAVIER! SAGE!" The young woman looked and saw that she just missed the red car as well; she saw Andrea and ran towards her.