Lift with your legs, not your back. That's what she kept thinking, that old statement she remembered from a school safety video, you know the one you watch every year? Well it had been a long time since she, let alone anyone had been in school but it still was stuck in her head. She kept her tiny hands around his ankles and pulled with all her might, dragging his slumbered body against the gravel. Then she heard it, that tiny but sure groan that was capable of unraveling anyone's hope.

Carol wasn't a pessimist, but it was hard for her to be optimistic. What could she do? There was no way she could drag him all the way back to the camp. She looked around the highway, it was bare but the rustling trees and bushes became more terrifying each time she heard them. The groan was coming from the right side and she watched it, but she had no means to seek a walker out. Daryl could. She frowned at the thought. The gash on Daryl's neck was scary, and she couldn't tell if dragging him had made it worse or not.

She had her scarf around the wound but she didn't want to choke him, she didn't have a plan. Carol couldn't feel the glass pieces sticking out of her arm, she tried not to look at them either. She could still see the wreckage of the car down the highway and she sighed. It was her fault, this was all her fault nothing they picked up today was worth one of their lives and it was in the trunk of the car anyways.

The lanky legs came in her sight, and even more walkers behind him. She clenched his ankles harder, dragging with all her strength, it got her further but not nearly far enough. Wake up Daryl! She pleaded as the walker approached her. There was no way she could let Daryl be her bait to get away, Her eyes filled with tears as she climbed on top of the unconscious man and shielded him. The drops started pooling at her nose and landing on his cheek. She held on to him tightly, getting ready to meet Sophia in heaven.

--NEWS-

Now I can't promise this will be the experience you wanted, we might not find anything. Rick said cautiously as he and Carl carried their bodies through the woods. Carl's eyes were wide and pretended not to be frightened but you could just see a glimpse of the boy he supposed to be. Rick kept his hand on his gun and his senses steady, today he was teaching his son how to survive, with whatever obstacle came their way. Carl's frightened eyes turned to disappointment quickly.

Almost the entire worlds population has turned into dumb walkers and we can't fine a single one...He muttered while kicking his feet behind Rick. His hands weren't alert or at his side anymore either, his eyes were to the ground and hands were buried in his pockets. The sticks suddenly became interesting, the way they were crowded together, almost as if something or someone had been piling them together to try and start a fire.

Rick noticed this too and looked around the forest, the Smokey ash that was around the sticks made it clear that someone had just put it out. Rick walked just a tad bit further with Carl and saw a familiar orange tent. He approached it cautiously. Carl stand back. He ordered. Carl rolled his eyes and stood stiff, watching his father. Rick turned the corner and came face to face with a walker, a really fresh walker. So fresh he recognized her as the woman who tore a dead little boy out of Carol's arms. He effortlessly took her out with a no glimpse of panic but then he heard a bone chilling scream fall from his sons mouth. He shot his body around to see a walker holding his son, clutching him ready to take a chunk. He ran to him, but then the walker fell and Rick looked around very confused. Then he saw him, a man he remembered as Mike from the campsite he and Carol had visited.

As Rick sighed in relief, he watched his sons face with horror again, but there was nothing beside him. Before Rick could process a thought his body was plummeted to the ground and he flipped on his back to fight the walker that had grasped him. He put his arm up in defense and then the walker took a chunk of his hand off just before he plucked a knife through his head. He watched the blood fall in awe, he knew what he had to do but couldn't bring himself to do it.

Carl ran towards his father and fell on his knees beside him. He saw his father choking, he could see in his head what had to happen but he couldn't do it. Carl pulled his knife out of his belt and pulled the belt out of his dads pants. He fastened the belt around Rick's wrist and slammed the knife down on it, in one fast motion his hand was gone.

-NEWS-

She was crouched over him, huffing with blood spilled on her shirt. The five walkers that dared to threaten their safety layed slaughtered by them. The knife was clenched in her hand so tightly she didn't know if she could ever let it go. She saw three figures walking towards them and she felt a similar rage inside of her. Something similar to what she felt moments ago when the walker barely brushed her. She snapped, taking them all out. It was like something possessed her and it was back again.

She propped her body up and was ready to attack. When they got closer she realized who they were. Rick, Carl and Mike. Her body shook and she collapsed on top of Daryl. They were getting home safe.