"Please tell me you've found him, Daryl. Maybe he dropped his binkie somewhere" True walked over to her boyfriend, "He couldn't have gone that far. He would've been crying by now"

Daryl just placed his hands on her hips, "True, I couldn't find anything. I'm sorry"

Gertrude dropped down her head as Daryl wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. He put down his head and kissed the top of hers, knowing she was exhausted. Right now, Gertrude didn't even have the strength to bring up her hands and wrap them around Daryl's body. She just sank into his arms and warmth as she inhaled deeply his unique scent.

She had to act now; whatever was going on right now was too slow for her. Gertrude pushed off of Daryl and walked into the common room where everyone was sitting and enjoying their meals. Daryl was hot on Gertrude's heels as he followed her until she randomly got on top of a table and stood over people. He was about to tell her to get down but the fierce look and devotion that she had for Milo made him stop and wait to see what she was doing.

The room slowly turned silent as everyone turned and looked over at the Tennessee woman standing there. People started to whisper already what she was doing trying to get attention like that. It wasn't until some people closer up noticed that her face was raw from tears and continuously wiping them off. A shudder seemed to pass through the room as they waited for the woman to finally speak.

"A lot of you know my son from a different name and father but I don't care. As of two hours ago, Milo has been missing and we want to know who did it" Gertrude voiced out.

And just like that, everyone turned to each other and started chattering like as if it was some sort of gossip. The noise was so deafening that it blocked out all of Gertrude's thoughts as she stumbled on what to say next. She looked around and noticed that there wasn't a single person in that room that didn't look guilty. No one seemed to be alarmed that the baby was nowhere in the protection of Daryl and Gertrude.

Tears slowly started to spring back into her eyes as she realized that Carl was right. No one cared about her son. No one was even asking her questions on where she had last seen him. The tears slowly went down her cheeks, burning her as if that was her punishment.

"Hey!" Daryl yelled out and joined Gertrude on top of the table.

"Please!" Gertrude shouted.

"We need to find him"

"Does anyone know who would do something like this?" Gertrude questioned, "Please, I'm begging you; he's only just a child!"

"What is going on in here?" Rick whispered to Hershel.

Hershel looked over to the leader, "They're sick of waiting, they want answers now. I figured this would've happened if the search went on too long"

"I don't think this will work" Rick readily disagreed.

"I think it will"

"How?" Rick countered, "These people don't even like the kid"

"But they like True and Daryl" Hershel responded.

"If anyone knows something that looked suspicious, please tell us" Gertrud concluded.

Daryl walked down the table and then reached up and helped Gertrude down as well. She looked up to Daryl's green eyes who gave her the sincerity that she needed. Gertrude sighed, turned around and nearly ran into Lizzie, a young preteen. At first, she was about to apologize but then remembered seeing the girl sitting with her dad and sister in the corner.

"Lizzie, what are you doing here?"

"I might know something" Lizzie looked around the room, "Something about what might have happened to the baby. I think I know someone who might have taken him. I didn't really think of it much at that time. But after you guys came up on the table, that's when it all started to click. I knew it looked wrong from the second I saw it but I didn't say anything. I'm sorry"

Gertrude marched through the abandoned hallways, a set glare in her eyes as she heard people yelling for her to stop. Of course she didn't listen; all she wanted to do was beat the living shit out of someone. She would've brought her gun but killing someone in the prison would only make matters worse. Gertrude swung open the door and ran into the dark custodial room as she followed Milo's screams and hollers.

"I should kill you right now, Carl, I really should" Gertrude stopped and looked at the kid. "Why did you take my son away from me?"

"True! True! True, don't do anything stupid" Daryl quickly ran into the room and placed himself between Carl and Gertrude.

"He took our son"

"I know. But Rick is going to take care of this"

"He brought him in here to kill Milo!" Gertrude screamed out. "Carl, why did you do it?"

Carl looked up to the woman, "Because the Governor will come back. He always does. He would've come back, taken his son, and raised him to be just like him. He's already killed too many people"

Daryl turned and picked up Milo from the ground, "He doesn't even know how to talk!"

"I should have your head for this! He's just a baby" Gertrude tried to reason.

"He'll grow up to be like his father"

"How can he when you are nothing like yours?"

"I'm doing stuff that my dad wouldn't have been able to do" Carl countered. "I'm thinking about what's best for the group"

"What's best for us is if we took away your gun"

"No!" Carl shouted. "I won't let you take my gun away from me! I earned my place in having it"

Gertrude glared at him, "You're right. I don't have the authority to take away your gun. But your dad does. He's already not happy with what you did"

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