Holy fucking shit! I have seriously been ignoring this story! D: Okay okay you can feed me to the walkers, I don't mind! Soooo what do you guys think of season 3 so far? I totally love it! I'm still going through season 2 in this story but I"m trying to pick up the pace so that I can catch up with the show! Anyways huge ass hugs for you guys who are still interested in this story and don't hate me! Hope you guys enjoy this chapter! xx
The world honestly stopped. Ask anyone who was present. That moment in time was seared in our brains for all of our existence. Sophia was dead. The reality of it was hitting me hard. Jamie's small body was racking with sobs as Carol and others went forward to inspect the damage.
"B-baby go with Lori and Carl. I-I'll be there in a bit." I stuttered, trying to find my voice.
Jamie looked up at me and nodded. Lori placed an arm around her shoulder as she took both children to the house. The sun was shining but it felt like God had pimp slapped us, laughing at how pathetic we humans were.
Beth was nearly attacked by her walker mother, but thankfully Andrea spearheaded the ugly fuck and looked to me. I nodded and stood up, dusting my legs off. Keep moving forward right?
"I want you all off my farm." Hershel said authoritatively as he stood up.
"You bastard! You knew about this! Didn't you? DIDN'T YOU?" Shane screamed, still pumped with adrenaline.
This was all too much. "Just shut the hell up! Hershel, this, this was NOTHING compared to what goes on out there! You can't throw us out like this." I said to the old man.
"And you," I said clearly to Shane, getting close to him. "You pipe the fuck down! If it weren't for you and your arrogant ass, we wouldn't be in this predicament!"
Shane narrowed his eyes into slits and charged at me. I slammed down onto the ground, feeling the breath leave my lungs. In anger and defiance I grabbed my knife and retaliated. Before I could do much damage, Daryl grabbed my arms and Glenn got in front of me.
"You guys better do something, or I'll kill him." I said, seeing only red.
"You keep that fucking crazy bitch away from me!" Shane said whilst being held by Rick and T-Dog.
"You first hun." I said, smiling evilly as I saw the nice gash on his stomach through his shirt.
"Clary, just calm down. Go cool it somewhere. You deserve some rest." Rick said, trying his best to consolidate me.
Reluctantly, I agreed. My muscles were aching and I felt sick to my stomach. Daryl released me and I shook myself of the loose dirt on my clothing. Shane stared at me and I walked off to my tent. This was a "FML" moment if there ever was one.
Daryl's POV
I was shocked Shane had assaulted Clary, but I was even more shocked she'd charged back. Damn the girl could fight. For being a tiny little shit she could definitely scrap with the best. I'd never tell a soul, but a few moments more of her struggling like she was, and I would have needed Asian's help holding her back.
Rick talked to her, and she finally calmed down. She walked to her tent and the majority of the group stared at what Rick was staring at; Shane.
"Rick, I can't believe you're keeping that crazy bitch here! You see what she did to me!" Shane said, gesturing to his stomach. Clary certainly left a mark. It wouldn't heal without scarring.
"Shane, what the hell was that? As far as I can tell, you're the one who's crazy! Opening the barn without anyone's permission? What were you thinking? Anyone could have been bitten!"
Before Shane could respond, Rick looked around. "Let's get this shit cleaned up, and pray to God more of them didn't hear our little shooting spree."
We all agreed and began dragging bodies to the burn pile, giving a few of them proper burials; one of those burials being So-Sophia. Damn, I could barely think of that poor kid's name without choking. She trusted us, trusted me and I let her down.
Clary's POV
I woke up to someone jostling my shoulder. I hissed in pain and shot up in a daze. I looked and saw that it was Jamie. She looked at me with wide eyes.
"Oh, come here baby. You scared me." I said, pulling her into a hug.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, just give me some warning next time okay?" I smiled.
"Andrea sent me here. She said I needed to get you up."
"And would you know what Blondie wants?" I asked, rolling out of bed and grabbing my Ibuprofen. My scrap with Shane had left my shoulder throbbing in pain.
"Said shit's going down. Rick needs you to go with him."
"Hay! Watch the swearing Jamie! You'll give people the idea you were raised by a bunch of heathens." I chuckled.
She smiled at me and laughed. "Well, one of those heathens is you so there."
We both walked out of our tent and she led me to where Rick was.
"How you doing?" He asked, concerned.
I nodded. "Been better, but I'm alright. Cooling off helped a lot."
He nodded. "That's good."
"Jamie, why don't you go get a shower. You look like a mess." I told the child. She agreed and left Rick and I to talk privately.
"Andrea and Jamie said you wanted me. What's going on?" I asked.
"After the barn incident, Beth got sick, had an attack, I'm not sure what. She's not responding to anyone."
"Wait, can't Hershel help her?" I asked, slightly confused.
Rick sighed wearily. He had the whole world riding on his shoulders. "Hershel's missing."
He looked at me and I knew what he was asking. "And you want me to help you find him."
"Maggie said Hershel more than likely went to the bar in town. I trust you, Glenn, Daryl, and T-Dog more than anyone right now. I'd feel better with Daryl keeping the rest of the group in line here. T-Dog's sight is getting worse. This morning he told me he could barely see my face clearly."
"So you want me and Glenn to cover you?"
"I'd feel more comfortable if you two did. You're a good shot and quick on your feet. So is Glenn."
"Alright. When are we leaving?" I asked.
Rick seemed relieved. "Here in a bit. Gotta get with Daryl and Glenn. Meet my by the SUV."
I grabbed my hunting knife, my pistol, and took a few hearty swigs of water, pouring some on the back of my sun burnt neck. Jamie ran back to me and hugged me.
"Rick said you're going out on a run?"
I nodded. "Yep, shouldn't be gone long. Beth needs Hershel."
"I trust Rick and Glenn. They're good people."
I got down on Jamie's level, holding out a knife I'd gotten on a run. "Look, I trust you with this. I don't know how long I'll be gone, or what's gonna happen. All hell may break loose, or nothing at all could happen. You need to do your part to keep the group safe. If those walking fucks go after anyone you know what to do right?"
"Aim for the head and don't let them get their arms around me."
"That's right. Now get gone. See if any of the women will let you help them with chores."
She scrunched her face up. "But I hate cooking, cleaning, and shit like that."
"Hay, don't be saying that around Carl or the other women okay? Watch that mouth."
She nodded and took off across the yard as Rick and Glenn met me by the vehicle.
"You ready?" Rick asked. I nodded and hopped in the back seat as the boys took shotgun. I leaned my head back against the headrest and tried my best to focus on what our plan was going to be once we got to town.
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