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Shadowoftheblackdeat- Haha no it doesn't. I'm glad your back. Don't worry I was not going to brush over what they got out of that warehouse. This chapter talks about some of the stuff they managed to get out of there, I made it as detailed as I could just for you.

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Danny's POV

3 months and 16 days.

I stand staring out the window of the bar, I'm on watch although I can't help but keep staring at the seriously packed truck bed.

"We are gonna need another car".

Daryl steps up beside me, "Nah. We'll manage. It just needs stackin' proper...ly".

He hesitates on the last word meaning he definitely hears what I do. I don't even know how to explain it, it's like a low rumble or a grumble. I look up at Daryl hoping that he knows what on earth that sound is but I can tell with just a glance that he is just as confused as I am.

"What is that?" Sophia slides in between us and presses her self against the window like she thinks it'll allow her to see further down the road.

"Ah shit". Merle's shout comes from upstairs a second before we hear his heavy footsteps across the ceiling above us and then he's charging down the stairs, Carol hot on his heels. "We gotta split fuckers". I really wish he would attempt to control his language around Sophia. Nobody misunderstands the urgency in his voice though. I instantly grab up my weapons and sling my bag on to my bag.

"What'd ya see?" Daryl keeps looking out the window, trying to see whatever it is his brother saw.

"A fuckin' monster of a herd, huge. And it's coming this way". He shoves a bag onto his back. "We really have to go".

"Sophia come here, grab your bag lets go". Sophia does as her mum says and then rushes to Carols side and holds her hand, ready to make a run for it.

"Okay, Lets go then". Daryl looks down at me. "Bike 'cause we aren't stoppin' for anythin'". He didn't need to tell me what vehicle I'm taking. I'm staying out of that truck for as long as possibly can. If I had anything to do with it I'd never get in a car again.

As soon as we step out the front door the first of the Walkers start to appear. I climb on the bike behind Daryl and as soon as I'm seated he's pulling away. When he pulls out onto the road I can finally see the extent of the herd. Merle was not over exaggerating. There are hundreds of Walkers heading straight towards us. Great.

The field we're parked in allows us to see in any direction for miles, perfect place for us to sort out all the stuff they found in the warehouse. I say us, I mean Daryl and Carol. Merle is playing with Tomahawk that he found, teaching Sophia some moves that he's clearly just made up. I'm sat cross legged on the cab of the truck, rifle in hand, keeping an out for anything we don't want coming to close.

Daryl has unloaded nearly all we have and is sorting it out so it'll be easier to find things. Carol is sat beside him on a camping chair writing down everything we have and how many of each. From my perch I can see some of the stuff we have laid out on the ground in piles.

Plenty of batteries to go with all the torches, lanterns and even a couple of head torches they found.

The first aid kits are very easy to spot, most are still sat in there red or green cases but I think Daryl's emptying them all into a duffle back, takes up less room.

There's a couple of back up sleeping bags, I guess in case somebody ruins theirs or it gets even colder. Which I really hope it doesn't.

There's a bunch of water jugs, all empty of course however there's a couple of water filters sat beside them meaning it'll be easier to fill them up, it's probably next on the list of things that need to do.

The food rations have already been loaded up into 80litre plastics tubs. We only have four of those because most of the food rations had been picked through and taken.

The folding and fixed knives they found are lined up on the floor, Daryl has already let Sophia pick a couple. Carol has picked one to, the rest are going to be packed away.

There are a few waterproof jackets rolled up in there little bags, My favourite thing though is the waterproof poncho Merle found and has declared belongs to Daryl. At first I thought there was no way he'd wear that however Daryl found an actual blanket poncho and is quite comfortably wearing it so maybe I was wrong. It does suit him though.

A new waterproof backpack was found and given to me so I can finally get rid of my other one, which I'm happy to do because there are some disgusting stains on it and every time it rains everything inside ends up soaked.

When Daryl gave it to me I opened it up and inside I found that he'd put in a load of hair bobbles, a nice fresh toothbrush, some underwear and a few packs of proper walking socks. The best thing that was in there though was the earphones he'd found. My old ones are on there way out, only one ear bud works.

There's a little pile of things like soap, toothpaste, shampoo etc. I'm glad they didn't forget things like that cause they usually do.

There's even a shovel that can be folded up.

"What is that?" I point at the coil of wire that has what looks like handles on either side.

Daryl picks it up and unwinds it. "It's a wire saw". Oh right, handy I guess for wood and as a weapon if it comes down to it.

"What about that little pile there". This time I point at the assorted pile by his foot.

He picks one up, "A flint fire starter", he picks up another, "But we also got an electric one we can charge up in the car. This is a sharpening stone and this". He picks up a box, "Is a camping stove. We got some gas to go with it somewhere".

Carol taps her pen against her notebook, "And some utensils so they can stop using their knives to cook with". Good.

That's just the stuff I can see, Daryl hasn't even unpacked some of the bags yet.

Sophia hops up onto the bed of the truck and comes over to me. "I've come to sit with you."

I smile. "Come on then". I grab her hand and help pull her. I keep hold of her until she's sitting down. Rather she didn't lose her balance and accidentally fall off.

"You seen anything?" She nods at the rifle sat in my lap which I occasionally hold up to look through the scope.

"Not yet".

"Can I have a look?"

"Why not". I help her hold the gun up and steady as her hands seem to shake under the weight of holding it. "See anything".

"No, all quiet". She shuffles round giving me no option but to let go of it. She searches behind us although with how much her arms are shaking I'd doubt she'd actually be able to see anything clearly out of it.

"Sophia". Carol doesn't even look up as she says her daughters name. "Don't you dare drop that. Grounding you is still an option". Carol then smiles up at me knowing her daughter can't see her.

Sophia groans, "How would that even work?" She says that way to quiet for her mum to hear.

"Could keep you locked in the car by yourself, equivalent of sitting in a corner I guess." That's the only thing I can come up with cause I don't know how else you'd ground someone.

"Sophia!" Carol calls again.

This time Sophia does what her mums wants her to. "I'm handing it back", she then hands me back my gun.

"How about we see if we can find another one on our travels, maybe a lighter one. Then you can practise with it. And if you drop it you ain't breaking mine".

Sophia's eyes light up until I throw on the little dig at the end, then she narrows her eyes at me jokingly.

"At least I can walk without looking like I've pooped myself". She then laughs at herself insulting me over the fact that I have a limp.

I shrug, "Fine, then I won't help you find one, doesn't matter to me". I then look straight out across the field.

"What... No I didn't mean it. You walk perfectly fine". I ignore her. "Come on. Please help me get one."