"The hell happened to you?" I asked, as Rick stepped out of his vehicle. I noticed Randall still tied up in the back. "Why's he still here?"
"Had a little trouble out there. Randall knows Maggie." Rick replied, opening the back door, and dragging Randall out.
"What?" I tilted my head in question, confused.
"Said she didn't know him, he jus' knew her. Said that she never gave him the time of day, know what I mean? He's just background, why she didn't recognize him." Shane explained, helping Rick grab the boy up.
"Take him up to the barn?" Rick looked at Shane, who nodded. The sheriff turned to us, looking at Dixon. "Daryl, can I talk to you? I need a favor."
"Aight." Daryl nodded.
"Can you see what you can get outta this kid? I need to know where he came from, who his people are, how many's in his group, what weapons they have. What kind of people they are and anything else you can get him to squeal about. Think you can manage that?" Rick asked, but his face showed complete confidence in him. I looked at Daryl, who glanced over at me, before looking back at Rick.
"Git 'em to tell me somethin'." Daryl said surely. "One way or 'nother." He muttered, walking up towards the barn.
"What the fuck happened to yer face?" I asked, glaring at him.
"I.." He hesitated for a moment, as I held my glare. "Shane and I got into a fight."
"Sonofa bitch." I growled, shaking my head. "He's dangerous, ya know."
"We talked. Think he understands now. He has to, if he wants to be here. Be in this group." Rick said surely.
"Hope so, 'cause he's a fuckin' idiot." I huffed out a laugh when Rick grinned. "What?"
"Way to be blunt, but you're right." He agreed, still smiling. "How was everything here?"
"Beth cut 'er wrist, but she's fine. Didn't cut deep." I explained, looking up at the house. "Maggie's pretty pissed at Andrea, though... She was s'posed to be watchin' Beth, but left 'er 'lone. Personally, I think it helped. 'Least Beth knows what she wants, now."
"Guess that's one way to look at it." Rick followed my gaze up to the house.
"Sometimes ya gotta cross the line to know what's right for you." I said quietly.
"I get that... Hey, where's Dixie?" Rick asked, looking around the farm.
"Wouldn't believe me if I told ya." I managed to smile.
"Try me." He looked back at me, one eyebrow raised.
"Hershel's got 'er in the house. Said Beth was askin' 'bout 'er, so he took Dixie up to Beth's room. She's gettin' the five star treatment tonight. Told Hershel she could stay with Beth 'fore as long as it'd help." I explained, shaking my head. "Bet she's bein' spoiled."
"I'm sure she'll be eatin' real good." Rick agreed. "I need to get everyone together so we can discuss this Randall thing... I don't see it ending well, Evelyn. He is a threat, knows where the farm is.."
"Ain't gotta explain nothin' to me." I shrugged. "Gotta do what we gotta do, way I see it. May not be right, but it don't make us wrong."
"You're smart, I like havin' you around. We might just have to convince Daryl to keep you." Rick teased and I raised an eyebrow.
"Ha ha, very funny. Go on, go round up the others an' let's git this thing over with. It's makin' people crazy." I started to walk towards the camp.
"Yes Ma'am." I heard Rick mutter, and I snorted as I kept walking. Sitting down in a chair, I watched as the group came to sit around, one by one. Lori was pouring water into a cup by the fire we had burning in front of us. I stared at the flame, listening to the voices of the group.
"So whatcha gonna do?" Lori asked. "We'd all feel better if we knew the plan."
"Is there a plan?" Andrea asked, her voice concerned.
"We gonna keep him here?" Glenn's voice was even more worried than the others.
"We'll know soon enough." Rick replied, and I glanced up through the fire to see Daryl trudging down to where we sat.
"Boy there's gotta gang." Daryl informed, coming to a stop in front of us all. I could see his knuckles raw and bloody, and knew whatever he had to say was truth from the boy locked away in the barn. "Thirty men..got heavy artillery, an' they ain't lookin' to make friends. They roll through here, our boys are dead. An' our women, they're gonna..they're gonna wish they were." He glanced at me, and I saw a very small hint of worry in his eyes.
"What did you do?" Carol asked, looking at his hand.
"We had a lil' chat." Daryl mumbled. I heard footsteps, followed by the sheriff's voice.
"No one goes near this guy." Rick ordered.
"Rick, what are you gonna do?" Lori pushed.
"We have no choice. He's a threat, we have to eliminate the threat." Rick replied surely.
"You're just gonna kill him?" Dale asked, walking up to where Rick stood.
"It's settled." The sheriff said sternly. "We'll do it today." I watched as Dale went after Rick, and I shook my head.
"You think this is right?" Glenn asked, his face torn.
"Maybe not right, but ya heard Daryl. Boy's dangerous. Maybe it's jus' what's gotta be done." I shrugged. "I trust Rick."
"So do I. With my life." Glenn sat down beside me. "I just.. I agree. What if we let him go and he shows back up here with his group?"
"We're in trouble." I replied before he could say anything else.
"Yea, and from Daryl's words, a lot of it.." Glenn mumbled.
"I don't trust Shane, though." I said carefully, looking over at Glenn. "He's bad news."
"He's a loose cannon." He agreed. "He doesn't know how to think things through."
"Honestly.. Don't think he cares to think things through. He ain't the thinkin' kind, ya know. He's the act first, think later. To the extent of bein' outta control. I don't like it, Glenn. He claims Rick's gonna git us killed, but it'll be him. It will." I looked up towards the barn. "What happened with Sophia... Bustin' open that barn wasn't the right call. We got lucky."
"Yea, we did get lucky." Glenn followed my gaze.
"Jus' worry, ya know?" I stood on my feet. "I'm gonna talk to Daryl, check out his hand."
"Looks like he beat the crap outta that kid." Glenn murmured, and I managed a chuckle.
"Yea, that's 'cause he did." I raised an eyebrow and turned toward the house. I met Patricia at the front door, and stood there awkwardly, offering a smile. "Think I could have somethin' to clean up Daryl's hand? He scruffed it up a bit."
"Oh, sure. Let me grab you some alcohol, come on in." Patricia opened the door, and I stepped inside. I stood silently, waiting on her to gather up the medical supplies for me. She made barely any noise from the other room, and when she walked back out, a light smile was on her face. "Here you go."
"Thank you." I said, before ducking out of the house and walking toward the slight incline away from the farm. Daryl had moved his things away from the camp area, and up a ways. Away from the rest of us. Not that it mattered. Or maybe it did. You know it does, don't want him outta ya sight. I knew that much was true.
Making my way up the hill, I noticed him notice me walking towards him, but he said nothing. He was looking over his arrows for his bow, I guessed he was making sure they were all in tip top shape and ready to go. But I knew Daryl better than that, and when he was on edge or agitated or just off balance of things in general, he always had to find something to do. Something to keep him occupied.
"Hey, you." I called softly, reaching him. "Lemme clean up that hand. 'Fore it rots off."
"Shit." He snorted out a chuckle, and looked over ar me. "It's fine."
"Yea, it's fine. 'Member that cut ya got that time from the bobwire fence? Said it was fine, too. Three days later it was infected to hell, and Mama thought you were gonna hafta go to the hospital. Ain't got one of them anymore." I teased, and he dropped the arrows in his hand.
"Aight. Jus' git it over with. Ain't got time for it." He mumbled, sitting down on the ground. I laughed lightly, and plunked down beside him.
"Way I see it," I glanced up at him, unscrewing the top off of the alcohol bottle, "we got all the time in the world. Ain't goin' nowhere fast." I poured the alcohol onto a clean rag, and pressed it to his hand.
"Hn." Daryl grunted, as I cleaned his knuckles.
"Hate to see what the lil' punk in the barns looks like." I muttered, about to open the gauze wrap.
"He's dangerous, an' I let ya fuckin' clean it, ya ain't wrappin' it. Jus' a lil' scruffed up, Jesus." Daryl fussed and I laughed again.
"Yer a goddamn hard-headed fool." Shaking my head, smile on my face, I stuffed the fresh gauze in my jean pocket. Daryl stood from where he sat, holding out his hand. I took it, his eyes catching mine as he pulled me to my feet. We just stared at each other for a moment, and he started leaning in toward me.
My heart began to pound in my chest like a hammer, as I kept my eyes on his. But he stopped suddenly, his face a few inches from mine, looking behind me. Daryl took a small step back, away from me, and I turned to see what he was seeing. Dale was walking towards us, a look of determination on his face. Great goin', old man! I thought, as he walked up to us. Daryl went back to his arrows, sorting through them, as he let out a huffy growl.
"Whole point of comin' up here was to git away from you people." Dixon said, but no malice was in his voice.
"Gonna take more than that." Dale said, coming to a stop.
"Carol send ya?" He asked, not even bothering to look at the older man.
"Carol's not the only one concerned about you. Your new role in the group." Dale turned to me, his eyes asking for some support, but I stayed silent.
"Man, I don't need my head shrunk." Daryl said. I was surprised at how calm he was. "This group's broken... I'm better off fendin' for myself."
"You act like you don't care." The older man observed.
"Yea, that's 'cause I don't." Daryl agreed.
"And you, Evelyn?" He turned to me as Daryl threw on his jacket.
"Think that boy's dangerous. Rick knows what he's doin'." I replied. "Either way, I'm gonna agree with him.. With Daryl." I looked at Daryl, who gave me a smirk. I put a hand to my forehead, shielding the sun from my eyes.
"So, live or die, you don't care what happens to Randall?" Dale asked, looking at us both.
"Nope." Daryl growled.
"Then why not stand with me, try to save the kid's life? If it really doesn't matter one way or another." Dale kept trying, and I felt sort of bad for the older man.
"I didn't peg you for a desperate son'a bitch." Dixon mumbled, not bothering to pay much attention to him.
"Your opinion makes a difference. Both of you." He tried again.
"Man, ain't nobody lookin' at me for nothin'." Daryl said surely, and I snorted.
"Carol is. Evelyn is, right? An-And I am, right now. And you, you obviously have Rick's ear." The older man glanced at me, his eyes asking for me to speak.
"Rick jus' looks to Shane." Daryl sneered, walking towards him. "Let him." He turned to walk away.
"You cared about what happened to Sophia." Dale argued, and I cringed, not sure at how Daryl was going to react to those words. Dixon turned around as Dale spoke. "Cared what it meant to the group." Daryl started toward him, and I stepped forward, worried he might lose his temper. "Torturing people? That isn't you! You're a decent man! So is Rick.. Shane..is different."
"Why's that?" Daryl seemed to be humoring him. "'Cause he killed Otis?"
"He tell you that?" Dale walked closer to Daryl, his face concerned.
"He tells some story..how Otis covered 'em, saved his ass. He showed up with the dead guy's gun.. Rick ain't stupid. He didn't figure that out, it's 'cause he didn't wanna. S'like I said, group's broken." Daryl stalked off, and I looked at Dale.
"Sorry, he's right, ya know? An' I believe Shane killed Otis. He's dangerous. Look what he did to me, but Daryl took care of it. 'Cause that's what we do, we take care of dangerous shit. Shane's days are numbered... But I can't help ya save Randall. Sorry, Dale.." I turned and jogged toward Daryl's back, not allowing Dale time to stop me. "Daryl!"
"Jus' lemme be!" He fussed, not turning around. I stopped, watching him go into the woods.
"Ughh.." I let out a little growl, before walking back towards the camp area. I saw Lori heading out to the barn, probably looking for Rick. Carl seemed distracted by something on the ground, and I decided to leave him to it.
Walking down to the camp area, I ducked into my tent, and grabbed up the guitar Glenn had found. Climbing up the RV ladder, I gave T-Dog a grin, and sat down beside him. He glanced at the guitar, then at me, his eyebrow raised in question. "All the shit goin' on, an' you grabbin' up a guitar to sing the stress away, huh? I like that."
"Shit." I snorted, laughing. "Jus' gonna play around on it a bit, miss playin' back when."
"You musta stopped? Before the world ended." T looked back out over the farm.
"Guess ya could say that." I nodded, strumming away.
"Why?" He asked. "You're good at it."
"'Cause I didn't have one anymore." I explained simply. T didn't say anything else, and I kept strumming. The guitar was beginning to feel warm in my hands, and the music floated around softly as I played. It reminded me of better days, happy times. I longed to go back there, but that wasn't an option. I missed Merle.
When my fingers were tired, I sat the guitar down, and just enjoyed the silence of the evening rolling in. The sun began to drop slowly in sky, and I watched the colors of the clouds blend together around the sun. T-Dog had left the RV to get some more water, and I was keeping watch until he returned. He had needed to stretch his legs, and I told him to take his time. I didn't mind sitting up here, watching the land around us.
"Rick wants us at the house." Glenn was walking towards the RV, looking up at me. "Time to figure out this Randall thing."
"Good. Guess we can leave watch for a lil' while." I muttered, climbing down the RV ladder.
"It'll be fine." Glenn agreed. "You think Rick's really going to kill him?"
"Dunno. But whatever's gonna happen, happens." I said surely, and Glenn didn't say anything else as we reached the house.
"Let's gather up." Rick said to us.
"Come on, Carl." Lori spoke to her son, who was walking towards us. "I want you to stay with Jimmy."
"But, I-I wanna listen." Carl protested, as we walked up the steps.
"Mmn, mnn, not this time." Lori said, and her tone told that her statement was final. Once inside, I saw Daryl behind Rick, and made my way over to stand beside him. Saying nothing, I turned to face the group, waiting on someone to speak. Andrea, Shane, and T-Dog were standing by the fireplace. Patricia was sitting in a chair, Maggie and Hershel plopped down on the couch. Dale was standing across the room from Hershel, his face worried. He looked very upset.
"So how do we do this? Just..take a vote?" Glenn asked, sitting in a chair near Dale.
"Does it have to be anonymous?" Andrea asked, and everyone seemed to be looking at Rick.
"What about majority rules?" Lori suggested.
"Well, let-let's just see where everybody stands." Rick advised. "Then we can talk through the options."
"Hell, way I see it, there's only one way to move forward." Shane had to throw his two cents in.
"Killing him.. Right?" Dale looked at Shane with disgust. "I mean, why even bother to take a vote, when it's clear which way the wind's blowing."
"Well if people believe we should spare him, I wanna know." The sheriff argued.
"Well, I can tell you it's a small group.. Maybe just..me and Glenn." Dale was troubled by all of this, it was written all over his face.
"Look, I-I think you're pretty much right about everything, all the time. But this-" Glenn started.
"They've got you scared!" Dale interrupted him.
"He's not one of us." Glenn explained. "And we.. We've lost too many people already."
"How about you? Do you agree with this?" Dale looked at Maggie.
"Couldn't we continue keepin' him prisoner?" She asked, defending Dale.
"Jus' another mouth to feed." Daryl decided to speak. I glanced at him, before looking back at Dale.
"It may be a lean winter." Hershel seemed to agree.
"We could ration better." Lori threw out another suggestion.
"Well, he could be an asset! Give him a chance to prove himself." Dale tried.
"Put him to work?" Glenn asked, trying to add in some ideas in Dale's defense.
"We're not lettin' him walk around." Rick argued.
"We could put an escort on him." Maggie spoke again.
"Or keep him on the RV with whoever's watch duty." I said, shrugging.
"And who wants to volunteer for that duty?" Shane fussed. I stepped forward, but Daryl's hand on my lower back caused me to step back, calming down.
"I will." Dale replied.
"I don't think any of us should be walkin' around with this guy." Rick growled.
"He's right. I-I wouldn't feel safe unless he was tied up." Lori agreed.
"We can't exactly put chains around his ankles, sentence him to hard labor." Andrea argued.
"Look, say we let 'em join us, right? Maybe, maybe he's helpful. Maybe he's nice. We let our guard down, maybe he runs off, brings back his thirty men." Shane said.
"So the answer is to kill him to prevent a crime that he may never even attempt? If we do this, we're saying there's no hope. Rule of law is dead, there is no civilization." Dale argued his case.
"Oh my God." Shane rolled his eyes, sounding annoyed.
"Could you drive him further out?" Hershel asked Rick. "Leave him like you planned?"
"You barely came back this time." Lori looked at her husband with concern. "There are walkers, you could break down, y-y-you could get lost."
"Get ambushed." Daryl seemed to agree that it was a bad idea.
"Or worse." I said surely.
"No, they're right. We should not put our own people at risk." Glenn spoke again.
"If you..go through with it, how would you do it? Would he suffer?" Patricia asked quietly.
"We could hang 'em, right? Jus' snap his neck." Shane suggested.
"I thought about that. Shooting may be more humane." Rick advised.
"What about the body? Do w-" T started, but Dale cut him off.
"Whoa! H-h-h-hold on! Hold on! You're talkin' about this like it's already decided." Dale argued, voice raised slightly.
"We been talkin' all day. Goin' 'round in circles, you jus' wanna go 'round in circles 'gain?" Daryl growled, frustrated.
"This is a young man's life!" Dale protested. "And it is worth more than a five minute conversation.. Is this what it's come to? We kill someone because we can't decide what else to do with them? You saved him! And now look at us.. He's been tortured, he's gonna be executed. How are we any better than those people we're so afraid of?"
"We all know what needs to be done." Shane's voice was low, not threatening like usually.
"No, Dale is right." Rick spoke up. "We can't leave any stone unturned, here. We have responsibilities-"
"So, what's the other solution?" Andrea asked.
"Let Rick finish." Lori snapped.
"We haven't come up with a single viable option, yet. I wish we could-" Andrea started.
"So, let's work on it!" Dale cut her off.
"We are!"
"Stop it!" Carol jumped in. "Just stop it! I'm..sick of everybody arguing and fighting. I didn't ask for this. You can't ask us to decide something like this. Please decide, either of you, both of you. But leave me out." She shrugged.
"Not speaking out or killing him yourself, there's no difference." The older man said surely.
"All right, that's enough." Rick sounded agitated. He held up his hand. "Anybody wants the floor before we make a final decision, has the chance." Maggie and Patricia sat down, an awkward silence filling the room as no one said anything.
"You once said that we don't kill the living." Dale looked to Rick.
"Well, that was before the living tried to kill us." Rick countered.
"But don't you see? If we do this, th-the people that we were, the world that we knew, is dead! And this new world is ugly, it's...harsh! I-i-i-i-it's survival of the fittest! That's a world I don't wanna live in. And I, I don't believe that any of you do. I can't! Please.. Let's just do what's right... Isn't there anybody else who's gonna stand with me?" Everyone was silent, but the voice I heard next.. I didn't expect.
"He's right." Andrea said, looking at Dale with something resembling compassion. "We should try to find another way."
"Anybody else?" Rick asked. Everyone was quiet.
"Are you all gonna watch, too?" Dale asked, obviously upset. I shifted my weight, feeling quite uncomfortable. "Nah, you'll go hide your heads in your tent and try to forget that we're slaughtering a human being.. Whoa.. I won't be a party to it." Dale walked away, coming toward us. He put a hand on Daryl's shoulder, looking him in the eye. "This group is broken." And with that, he was gone.
I took one last look around the room, making sure to give Shane a slight glare, before exiting through the door that Dale had just walked out of. I heard footsteps behind me, but I didn't think much of it, as I walked down the steps toward our camp. I knew that killing the kid was the smart thing to do, but after all that Dale had said... I wasn't so sure that it was the right thing to do anymore. But Rick was going to do what he had to. What he had to do to protect the group.
"Aye! Wait up!" Daryl's gruff voice hit my ears, and I stopped walking, allowing him to catch up. "You aight?"
"Fine." I shrugged.
"Think he's right?" Daryl asked, as we walked toward the camp.
"Dunno.. Maybe. Maybe not." I replied, trying not to make a big deal out of it. I stopped, turning to Daryl. "Jus'.. Don't do it."
"Do what?" Daryl raised an eyebrow.
"Don't kill him.. I don't want you to be the one." I replied, looking down. "Shouldn't be you."
"I'm jus' there to help Rick." He said gruffly, swiping his thumb across my bottom lip. "I won't."
"Thank you." I looked up at him. "I've missed you for so long.."
"Know." He said quietly. "Gotta git up to the barn."
"Go on." I reached out, squeezing his hand, before turning away. Deciding to go down to the camp area, I sat down at the fire, silent. Dixie was at my side, her head on her paws as she lay in the dirt. Glenn glanced over at me, and I let out a breath. We sat in silence, waiting for the others to exit the barn.
Dale was nowhere to be found, and I figured he had taken a walk to clear his mind. I knew it was hard on him what had to be done. He had been on the verge of tears, it had seemed, while pleading his case for Randall. But sometimes, really tough decisions had to be made to keep the people you love safe. I understood this, and I agreed with it. I just didn't want Daryl to be the one. He had done so much for everyone already, and that was a tough thing to have to do. Kill someone..
A noise caught my attention, and I saw figures walking towards us. It looked the like Rick and Carl, walking down to the camp area, and I stood, ready to hear that the deed had been done. Rick's face was concerned, and he looked as if he were bothered by something, as they walked closer to where we were gathered by the fire. Something was up, and my stomach turned.
"We're keepin' him in custody for now." Rick announced.
"I'm gonna find Dale." Andrea stood from where she sat.
"Wait up!" I called, walking quickly in her direction. "Comin' with ya." Dixie was by my side, ready to search.
We walked away from the camp, toward the fields. I wondered how far Dale had managed to wander, as we scanned the area for him. I looked at Andrea, and she looked back at me with a raised eyebrow. "He's gotta be around here somewhere."
"Yea, maybe down by the second field?" I asked, stepping on my tiptoes to look out in that direction.
"Could be.." Andrea and I began walking toward the direction of the second field, when suddenly we heard screaming. Dixie barked nervously, and it turned into a whine.
"That sounds like Dale!" I yelped, and we took off running toward the sound of the screaming. My heart was thudding in my chest, and I grabbed my knife from my boot quickly, mid-run.
"DALE!" Andrea yelled, and I was right beside her.
"HELP!" He was screaming.
"DALE!" I called loudly, as we ran toward him. I heard an agonizing scream echo through the field, and my blood ran cold.
"HELP! OVER HERE!" Daryl's voice called to us, and I immediately put on a burst of speed when I saw him in the distance. Dixie took off like a flash towards Daryl's voice, and I followed behind her.
"WHERE? Where is he?" Andrea yelped, and I saw someone on the ground when he screamed again.
"HELP ME!" Daryl's voice. "Oh, hang in there, Buddy."
"Who is it?" Andrea asked, as we got closer.
"Rick! Rick!" Lori was running toward us.
"Listen to me, all right? Listen to me.. Hold on." Rick was by his side, and I stopped, looking down at Dale. His stomach was just... Open, blood pouring from the wound. "Get Hershel!"
All I could hear was Andrea begging Dale to hang on, and Rick trying to keep him focused on staying conscious. Rick turned, looking past the others who had made their way out to us. "HERSHEL! WE NEED HERSHEL!"
"Look at me." Andrea was beside him in the grass, and I dropped down beside her, examining the wound. There's no way he'll make it... Dixie was beside me, whining quietly, looking from me to Dale, to the others.
"Dale, we're gettin' help, just hold on. Please, hold on." Rick pleaded. I looked up at Daryl, who was staring at the older man.
"What happened?" Hershel ran up, looking down at Dale.
"What can we do?" Rick asked.
"Dale it's gonna be okay!" Glenn tried to sound hopeful.
"Can we move him?" Rick asked, and I shook my head, unable to say anything.
"He won't make the trip." Hershel agreed.
"You have to do the operation here. Glenn, get back to the house!" He stood, pointing.
"Rick!" Hershel stopped him, grabbing his shoulder. The farmer shook his head.
"NOOO!" Rick turned a circle, crying out in frustration and hurt. Andrea was sobbing, and I felt tears stinging my eyes. Dale was gurgling and choking, wincing in pain. Crying out. Carl appeared, and after seeing the walker, ran to Lori in tears.
"He's suffering.." Andrea managed to say. "Do something!" Rick pointed his gun at Dale, and Andrea looked away. "Oh, God!"
I scooted back, looking up at Rick. He had his gun aimed down at Dale's head, and the older man's eyes seemed to be pleading with him to end the pain. I didn't want to watch, but I couldn't look away. I could see it all over again. Hear the basement door thumping. See her come walking out that door, snarling and snapping at me. Like she hadn't had a meal in weeks.
Rick was hesitating, and Daryl stepped over to him, taking the gun from his hand gently. Rick stepped back, and it looked as if he were fighting a breakdown. Daryl knelt down beside Dale, putting the gun to his head, as Dale choked on his own blood. Look away, look away, look away.. Daryl glanced up at me, his eyes begging me to look away, before he looked back at Dale. I grabbed onto Dixie for comfort, burying my head into her back.
"Sorry, brother." Daryl said quietly, and the gunshot was loud in my ears.
I hate killing Dale ! It's so sad every single time. I know I haven't updated in forever and I'm so sorry for the long update wait, I've been so busy lately.. So I decided to do a long chapter. Hope yall enjoy and thank you so much to every READER/REVIEWER/FOLLOWER/FAVORITER ! Thank you for being patient with me !
~Kaila G.
