Ch. 19

AN: Okay so don't get mad at me, but I'm actually going to be skipping over the whole sickness part other than what I have already done. Why you ask? Well because whenever I try writing it I just keep drawing blanks for what happens. So, I'll just give you guys a brief view on what happened. Oscar, and Merle went with Daryl and the others who went for the medicine. Neither Sam nor Beth got sick and Rick did throw Carol out still despite Sophia being alive.

If you were looking forward to the sickness plot line then once again I apologize. Anyway, here you are!

Sam hauled the bodies to the trailer along with Oscar and Michonne. It was a bit depressing having to lug bodies out onto a trailer again. Though Sam guessed that burning all of them would mean less work for him, less graves to dig.

Michonne and Hershel drove off in the truck to do the burning while Sam went with Daryl as Rick said that he needed to speak to the two of them. Sam had to admit that Rick was acting a bit suspicious, he led them to the tombs, kept looking over his shoulder as if he was worried that the three of them were being followed.

And when he spoke, Sam knew why.

"I kicked Carol out." Sam and Daryl stopped and looked at the man. They weren't sure whether the man was joking or serious.

"Sorry?' Sam said.

"Carol, she told me that she killed Karen and David. Said that she wanted to stop whatever it was from spreading." Daryl paced and shook his head.

"Man, you couldn't have waited 'till we got back?" He whispered harshly at the former sheriff.

"Until Tyreese got back?" Rick asked, his head tilted like he always did.

"We could've handled it," Sam told him.

"She killed two of our own."

"She had daughter! Three is you count Lizzie and Mika!" Sam said louder than he should have. "What do we tell them? Sorry we kicked your mum out!"

"I don't know. But she knew what could have happened. I had no choice." rick paused and looked to Daryl. "She's gonna be alright. She had a car, supplies, weapons. She's a survivor."

"Stop sayin' that like you don't believe it!" Daryl growled out at Rick.

"She did it, she said it was for us. That's how it was in her head. She wasn't sorry."

"Why should she have been? She was doing it to keep it from spreading, to keep her daughter safe, to keep the ones in her charge safe. Would you have done any different?" Sam shook his head. "What about Sophia and the other two?"

"Carol asked if you could look after Sophia," Rick said. "She said that Sophia looked up to you."

"She knows I've killed people and I taught her how to play Poker, not a great role model."

Rick ignored him. "I told her we'd look after Mika and Lizzie. I haven't told Tyreese yet. I don't know how he's gonna take it."

"Let's go find out," Daryl said.

"You two go ahead. I have a little girl I need to talk to."

Sophia was in the library looking through the pieces of classic literature when Sam found her. She was so engrossed that she didn't even seem to notice when Sam walked in. He could see her looking through an old Sherlock Holmes book, "A Study in Scarlet" if he wasn't mistaken.

"Sophia," he whispered. The girl let out a small gasp and turned quickly dropping the book.

"Sammy!" she screamed as she ran and hugged him. "I found a new book! Did you know that John Watson was in the Army, and that Sherlock Holmes doesn't know what the Solar system looks like? Or that-" she continued to list off several facts about Sherlock Holmes that Sam had never known before finally calming down.

"So, what are you doing here?"

"I, well, did Rick talk to you?" She nodded.

"He told me that she was on a really long run. And that she wanted you to take care of me while she was gone." Fuck you Rick. Making me tell her that her mom's gone.

"Well, I am going to be taking care of you. But you see, your mom is-" there was a loud explosion. The building shook and Sam reached for his pistol. He told Sophia to go and find the other kids and to get them somewhere safe before he made for the courtyard.

Most of the others were there already and when Sam was close enough to see the field below, his heart almost stopped beating.

"Rick! Come down here! We need to talk!" IT seemed that the Governor was back.

"Well fuck me."

"It's not up to me!" Rick shouted down. "There's a council now! They run this place!"

"Is Hershel on the council?"

"No," Sam whispered as they dragged the one-legged old man out of a truck and forced him onto his knees. "What about Michonne?" The Governor carried on. "Is she on the council, too?" The brought Michonne over to where Hershel knelt.

"I don't make decisions anymore!" Rick shouted across the yard.

"You're making the decisions today, Rick!" The Governor told him, his voice very condescending. "Come down here and let's have that talk!"

Rick looked to Daryl who gave him a small nod in return. Then he turned around to where Carl was standing to give him a few quiet words of encouragement before opening the gate and making his way over to speak to the Governor.

"We can't take 'em all on," Daryl whispered as he looked over the convoy. "We'll go through the admin building, through the woods like we planned. We ain't got the numbers no more. When's the last time someone checked the stash on the bus?"

"Day before we hit the big spot," Sasha replied told him. "We were running low on rations then, we're lower now."

"Yeah, we'll manage. Things go south, everyone heads for that bus. Let everyone know."

Rick and the Governor continued to talk and Sam looked at Daryl and gave a sharp whistle. Daryl looked over and Sam nodded his head over to the stash of guns that they had. Without saying a word Daryl and Sam both moved over and grabbed their rifles and began passing the others out. Beth took hers and Sam whispered to her that everything would be fine. Beth gave him a quick smile and nodded.

"You remember how it works?"

"Yeah, I just could never really keep it steady."

"If fighting breaks out, get to some cover and use it to support the gun." She nodded and Sam saw that the others were reading their rifles. The others were loading into the bus but those that had been knocking on death's door were having trouble getting in.

"I'll be back," Sam said as he went to help, but Beth grabbed his arm.

"Stay. Please? If we do fight, we need you here." Sam looked back and saw that the stronger sick people were helping the others and the children were making their way over. Sam spotted Sophia with Lizzie and Mika, telling them what they needed to do for the evacuation.

"Okay. I'll stay, but you are next to me the entire time, stay to cover, don't take unnecessary risks."

"Anything else."

Sam couldn't help himself. "Don't die."

Sam looked through the scope and could see Rick practically pleading with the Governor not to fight. For a second Sam thought that it might work, the Sword lowered from Hershel's throat. Sam lowered his gun and looked around. Everyone seemed to be shocked that the Governor of all people was listening to reason. But their hoped were slashed, just as Hershel's was.

"No!" Sam screamed as he hoisted his rifle up and began firing.

Beth and Maggie began to cry but Beth began firing anyway, even if her shots were wide and inaccurate the sound of whizzing bullets could make someone retreat, or at least keep them from advancing. But then he remembered that they had a fucking tank. It advanced through the fences letting the other vehicles flood in through the gap.

"Beth, we need to go!" Sam ejected his empty clip, slamming a new one in. Beth lowered her rifle and the two of them ran for the better fortifications of the prisons walls. Several of the Governor's men reached the fences and stormed in. Sam raised his rifle and sent of burst of bullets to them, only dropping two out of the five that had come in. they turned their attention to him and fired forcing him to duck behind the small bit of cover he and Beth had found.

Several gunshots drew his attention. After those shots, the cover he and Beth were hiding behind stopped getting peppered by bullets. He and Beth peaked their heads and saw Tyreese standing over the bodies with his rifle aimed at the gate in case more of the Governor's soldiers came through.

Sam got up and pulled Beth to her feet. "We gotta go!"

"Sammy!" Sam turned and saw Sophia running toward them.

"Soph! Are you alrigh'?"

"Fine! Where do we go? The bus left! Mr. Merle and Oscar are gone-"

"Gone?!" Sam felt panic flood his body.

"They went into the woods after the bus!" Alive. "Have you seen anyone else?"

"No, Soph I haven't. Come on!" Sam grabbed her and put her on his back telling her to hold on tight. Together the three of them left the prison, and into the woods.

AN: Okay so I know it's not the best, but I have been extremely busy with college and I just haven't had the time for this story, but I am balancing things out so be ready for more chapters! Please leave a review and once again I am sorry for not putting the sickness story line in there, every time I tried writing it it came out horrible. Review! Pacco1