Okay, I just watched the Walking Dead, and I love Bob and Sasha and Maggie! They're my favorite group, because Carol is being a bitch! How can she just leave poor little Mika hanging on a barbwire fence, calling out for her? God, I really hope she saves that little girl. She's being very stupid. I get self-preservation, but that walker was not that close! Ugh, I feel like Carol had a snap moment when Sophia died, but quickly snapped back. I feel like with all of the deaths that happened since then, she's being flooded by those emotions she blocked out when Sophia died. I hoped Daryl would bring her back, but I think it may be Tyreese. I just really hope she can get through this, and I really hope Glenn finds Maggie and Rick finds Judy. It was a little concerning that in the preview NO ONE had Judy. She's a liability, but still. And Daryl really needs to get the heck away from those men. They're Merle people, not Daryl people. He needs to follow the Motherf-ing tracks and get to Terminus! He just needs to go. I'm not worried about Beth, I should be, but I'm not. I'm probably a horrible person not to, but it's not real-I should remember, but I won't.
Anyway, here's another chapter. Enjoy.
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Carl sighed as Hershel's lecture when on, Glenn and Tara were chiming in from time to time, and Carl had had enough. He got the point: they were pissed and disappointed. He needed to get back to Lizzie and Callie before that little died and killed them both.
"Look!" Carl finally snapped. "A girl and Lizzie are out there right now, and she needs medicine. I have to deliver it to them. I'm going, and I need you to come with me, Glenn."
"What?" Hershel frowned. "Lizzie and a girl?"
"I can't explain. They need us. Glenn, please."
"Okay." He slid off the counter. "We'll be back. Let's go."
"You'd better be," Hershel called back.
They hurried out to the horses, Carl got on the one they used before, and Glenn got another. They rode quickly back into town, the walkers were still distracted, but they kept to the back allies just in case. They found Lizzie and Callie in the car, Carl slid off the horse and knocked on the window, and Callie threw open the door and took the medicine. She didn't waste any time putting it into Milla's system.
"Thank you," Callie said once she'd finished. "Thank you so much."
"It's just you two?" Glenn asked.
"And the dogs." Lizzie climbed out of the car.
Callie turned to face them. "This means so much, and I wish I could repay you. Do you guys need anything? Food? You were scouting, so do you need food?" She hopped up and popped the trunk, revealing a stash of goods.
"Holy shit." Glenn stared.
"When that asses got us, I stole their supplies." She smiled proudly. "You can half of it. You probably have more people, and as long as Milla's alive and healthy, I'll do everything to keep her that way."
"Should we invite her back?" Glenn asked.
"Ask Lizzie," Carl mumbled.
"She's harmless, unless you kill her boyfriend," Lizzie replied.
"Do you guys like peaches?" She was filling a bag with food.
"Do you have a camp?" Glenn asked.
"No. It's always been me and Milla." She looked over their faces and her eyes welled up. "Are you asking us to join you?"
"If you want."
"What about my dogs?"
"Do they bite?"
"No."
"Then they can come too. We have a room that you two can have, and you can take a shower."
"A shower? A room?" She bit her lip. "I'll feel so guilty. I haven't done anything to help you."
"You saved me from being eaten," Carl reminded her. "You saved mine and Lizzie's lives."
She smiled. "Thank you, all of you."
"Does this run?" Glenn asked, pointing to the car.
"I need gas, but other than that, it runs great."
"We can probably siphon some," Glenn suggested. "Do you have a hose?"
"Yeah." She closed the truck softly and grabbed the hose from the her purse. "Hold on. Do you hear that?"
It was a car.
"Get down!"
They all dropped down, Lizzie and Carl slid under the car, Glenn and Callie ducked down beside it, and the car drove slowly by. Glenn and Callie crawled toward the side as the car drove toward the back, and they car fell out of sight. Callie exhaled, relieved, and Glenn quickly got the gas. Lizzie and Glenn rode back on the horses since Carl wasn't the best rider, and Callie followed. They made it back without any walkers following them.
Hershel waited inside, Glenn carried in the little girl, Callie let her dogs into the yard and followed Glenn inside, Lizzie and Carl waited outside for as long as possible then went inside.
"This is badly infected." Hershel frowned. "Take her to the dining room, and I'll clean the wound and restitch it. Carl, Lizzie, go to your rooms and do not leave until I've spoken to you. Tara, help Glenn with their belongings."
They got to work, Carl and Lizzie went to their rooms, Callie helped with the food since Hershel didn't need any help with Milla, and Glenn studied the new comers. Callie was a brunette with long hair and tanned skin, her pale green eyes were warm, and she seemed very open. She reminded him of Maggie with her appearance, but only younger and more innocent. And Milla was small, weak, with short blond hair and the same pale green eyes. She reminded him of Amy, and it was almost spooky.
"Is he a good?" Callie asked Glenn as she helped put the food in the pantry.
"He's the best." He placed canned greens on the shelf. "So, it was just you two?"
"Not always, but yeah, it's just us." She stacked canned beans. "Don't look so shocked. I'm a good shot. My dad was in the Army, taught me everything he knew."
"Your dad?"
"He was honorably discharged when he lost his leg, and we ran a hotel." She met his eyes. "I'm not going to lie to you. You're helping my sister, and anything you want to know, I'll tell you."
"Good to know."
"I noticed your fence. It's smart." She folded the bag and set it on the counter, grabbing the cans of potatoes. "You're married, aren't you?"
"What?"
"You're a young guy, I'm a young girl, but not once have you checked me out. You're married and happy."
"Yeah, I am."
"But she's not here, is she?"
"No, do you notice everything?"
She laughed. "It's a habit."
"It's creepy."
"Everyone says that. I'll just keep my noticings to myself." She picked up a few more cans. "So...when can I take a shower?"
He laughed. "I was waiting for you ask."
Tara brought in the last of the cans, Glenn let Callie get in the shower, and Callie checked in on Milla. Hershel had moved her to the couch, and Milla noticed her fever was gone and smiled. She would bathe her when her wound wasn't as tender. She placed a kiss on her forehead and tentatively went upstairs, still not sure if she should.
"Go ahead." Hershel stepped out of a room that Carl was in.
"It's not a bother?"
"After all you've done, not at all."
"Thank you for Milla and for letting us into your home."
"Our home."
She nodded and stepped into the bathroom. She found a pile of clothes that would fit her on the counter with a towel. She touched the clean clothes and her eyes burned. She removed her ratty tennis shoes, freed her belt from the worn loops in her jeans and removed her jeans and t-shirt. She couldn't even see her cross tattoo on her hip she was so dirty. She set a hand over it. "Thank You, God. This is all I've been praying for and more," she said, her eyes burning. She wasn't alone anymore. They weren't alone anymore. She sniffed and tried not to cry, but she was so overwhelmed.
She removed her bra and panties, stepping into the shower. Hot waster shot out then began to gently flow. She laughed and cried at the same time. Hot water! Oh, my gosh, this is amazing!
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"I bet she's squealing right now," Tara told Glenn, adding the last can to the pantry.
"Who? Callie?"
"Oh, was I the only one thinking about her naked and wet in the shower?"
He was now. "I'm married, and I'm pretty sure she's straight, so...shut up."
"Do you really want me to shut up?" Tara teased.
"Yes, I do."
"Fine, I'll keep my thoughts to myself."
"She's like sixteen!" Glenn shuddered.
"And how old were you when twenty-four year old Maggie seduced you?" Tara shot back.
"Touchè." But still no! "That's the last of it."
"Hallelujah." She closed the doors. "I'm going to relieve Ty. Do you think blacks her type?"
"I can't hear you."
"Fine, Ko-Ko." She walked out.
Hershel came downstairs. "Those kids will be the death of me." He shook his head. "Good Lord, they got really luck."
"Yeah, they did."
"Carl told me a car drove by. Did you see who was in it?"
"No. We hid."
"I wonder if they were—No, let's not think about that." He looked up. "So, what's for dinner?"
He laughed. "Burnt chicken and ten thousand veggies."
"I hope Callie's cooks."
"Don't we all."
"I do." Callie stepped into the kitchen, her long hair braided to the side. "I was the sous chef at my parents' hotel. Did you say chicken? Like real meat?"
"Yes, we did." Hershel turned to look at her. "You look better."
"I feel better, and I'll make a really good meal for you. As a thanks. I'm saying that too much, aren't I?" She walked over to the counter. "When do you guys usually eat?"
"Typically when we're hungry," Glenn replied.
She laughed. "I meant a time."
"Whenever you feel like it. I was about to make lunch for you and the kids. Anything you want?"
"Let me. I'll to prepare a broth for Milla, so I'll make lunch for us." She pointed to the fridge. "Does that work?"
"Yes."
"Okay." Yes! Yes! A real fridge! "I'll make something for everyone."
"I'll help," Glenn offered. "I have nothing to do, and I can help you familiarize yourself with the kitchen."
"That's sweet." She bent down and almost squealed when she opened the cabinets to the island. Pans and pots! Holy crap!
"Glenn, son," Hershel lowered his voice, "adultery is punishable by death."
"What? I would never do that to Maggie!" he exclaimed.
Hershel laughed. "Good response, but I was kidding."
"Ha ha ha," Glenn dryly replied.
Hershel ambled out of the kitchen, Callie went nuts and Glenn mostly watched. She showed him fifteen different ways to cut something, and it was like the cooking channel. She was very amusing, and she could cook like a boss. She was seriously deathly in the kitchen.
"So, who was the head chef?" Glenn asked, eating a cucumber.
"Huh?" She chopped the lettuce.
"You're the sous chef, who's the head chef?"
"My aunt. She taught me everything she knew, and I was an intern at her restaurant before it burned down. She started working for my parents, and I became the sous chef." She set the knife down and scooped the salad into the big bowl beside her. "What about you? What's your job?"
"I was a pizza delivery boy."
"And now?" She tasted the soup and added salt.
"I'm...the leader, I guess. Or second in command. I follow Hershel's lead."
"He's your father-in-law."
"Yes."
"You have that bond, but it's obviously not genetic, Mr. Korea." She pulled down six bowls.
"One more. Ty. You haven't met him."
"Okay." She pulled one more down. "I eat salad on a plate. Any complaints?"
"Only that the kids probably won't eat it."
"I bet you they will." She pulled the plates down. "I made a dressing, so we won't have to choke it down."
"All right, Mr. Yale."
"I did want to go there."
"Smells good in here." Ty entered and stared at Callie. "Who's this?"
"This is Callie. She cooks."
"You." She stared. "I...know your face."
"What?" Ty and Glenn asked.
"But you were a woman." She looked confused.
"Sasha." Ty closed the space between them in two steps and grasped her arms. "Did you see Sasha?"
"A black woman with a face like yours," she replied. "A white woman. They saved me...and my sister. They killed the men who tricked us."
"A white woman?" Glenn's heart raced. "What'd she look like?"
"Shoulder-length brown hair, green eyes, pale skin. She spoke to me softly, told me to get up and to run." She stepped back. "Michelle? Malinda? Marsha? M...something."
"Maggie?" Glenn stopped breathing.
Callie zoned out, telling them what happened.
"Can you walk?" The woman asked. "Honey, can you walk? Answer me, please? Honey?" She went over to Milla. "God, she's so cold. Sasha!"
"Maggie, get down!" The black woman yelled, shooting the man behind her.
"Help me! Maggie?" Maggie picked up Milla. "She's consciousness, help her stand."
Sasha ran over to us, to me. "Can you hear me? Came you move?"
"M—Milla." I reached for her.
"Come on." Sasha helped me up and followed Maggie.
We rushed down the hall, but stumblers came from the hall, and Maggie wouldn't let us get hurt, so she hid us. I regained consciousness fully and got us out of there before Maggie and Sasha came back.
"Maggie and Sasha. They helped us. I remember their voices." Callie blinked. "I don't know what happened, but I know they're alive. I saw them leaving. I tried to get them, but we were so wounded, and I was so tired."
"She's alive?" Glenn smiled. "You saw her?"
"When was this?" Ty asked.
"Months ago. I'm sorry. I know it's not any help."
"No, it is. It really is. Where? Can you tell me where?"
"Yeah. After lunch though."
Glenn nodded, unable to stop smiling. Maggie was alive. Sasha too. That was the best news since they found all of that food. Thank God for this girl and his girl being so strong and so kind. He would find her. He would, and he would never lose her again.
