Hi everybody, sorry for the delay. I had a lot of trouble with this chapter, I'm not very proud of it. But I hope you enjoy it somewhat.

Pretty Much Dead Already

I didn't dare look up at anyone, instead I just stared at the ground, my eyes focused on Shane's gun I'd dropped. Shoes appeared in my line of vision. They were Shane's he was going toward the barn, stepping over the fallen corpses.

I lifted my head, only slightly as he pulled one of the barn doors all the way open.

"That's all of them!" He announced.

Beth ran past me, sobbing. She stepping over the corpses, just as Shane had. She stopped and dropped to her knees in front of one of the corpses.

It was barely a second later before that corpse sprang back to life and grabbed her. Than her sobbing turned to screaming. The others rushed over to pull them apart. Once they got Beth free, T-Dog used the butt of his gun to bash the Walkers head in.

To my own surprise, I didn't look away. It was a disgusting sight, but I barely blinked.

Then the fighting started again. Hershel was yelling, Shane was yelling, then Rick joined in; but more or so in attempt to getting them to shut up. It wasn't working.

I didn't bother listening, let alone pay attention to what they were saying. It was probably the same thing as usual anyway, Hershel didn't want them dead, we did, blah blah blah.

But there was one part of it all I couldn't ignore.

"I want you people out! Off my property! I want all of you GONE!"

When I finally looked over at them, Hershel was headed back to the house. Maggie had her arms around sobbing Beth. Jimmy and Patricia followed behind.

I watched as Rick and Shane shared a look after hearing Hershel's words. Then they both went after him. It was obvious they were going to try and change Hershel's mind.

I found myself not caring what the outcome would be. It made no difference to me where we were. It didn't matter because no matter where we went, I wasn't home.

"So what now?" T-Dog interrupted the silence. "Burn the bodies?"

"Yeah, too many holes to dig." Daryl said.

"We should bury Hershel's family, burn the rest." Lori said, "Carl, go back, alright? Toby you too."

I turned my head in time to see Carl glance at me before walking away. I didn't really want to but I followed him anyway.

Carl and me were sitting on the ground in front of his tent. I had taken my boots off as soon as we sat down, my feet were getting too hot and they were much too big for me, adding to the discomfort.

I was sitting beside Carl with my knees to my chest, my bare feet on the cool grass.

"Do you want to look at comics?" Carl asked me.

I shook my head, I wasn't sure how long we'd been sitting there in silence, but it had been a while.

"Yeah . . . I don't either." He said quietly. "They're dead. Like really dead."

I nodded.

"I'm glad they're gone. But . . . Hershel wants us to leave now."

I know, Carl. I stopped myself from saying. I was there. Instead, I just gave a shrug, "he's crazy."

"Sophia's dead too. But . . . I don't get it. I get why dad shot her, but I can't . . . She was supposed to get better."

"Stop," I told him. I could hear his voice cracking. I avoided looking at him in case he was already crying. "Just don't think 'bout it right now. And don't talk 'bout it."

In other words, just please shut up.

I heard him sniffle. I didn't say anything, I wasn't going to until he did. It felt like a long time before he did finally speak again.

"Maybe we can go see the chickens."

"Why?"

"Just . . . something to do. So we don't think about it . . ."

I just shook my head.

"Why not?" Carl was starting to sound irritated.

"They prob'ly don't want us that close to the barn."

Carl gave some kind of a huffing sound, it was obvious he didn't like that I turned down his idea.

"Fine, you go then. They'll just send ya right back. They don't want us around when they're dealin' with grown up shit."

He sighed, sounding a little more relaxed, "okay . . . what about cards? Dale has a deck but it's missing a few cards. Or a board game?"

"I don't play board games."

"Why not?"

"I just haven't before."

"You've never played a board game? Like checkers or monopoly?"

I shook my head. I looked at him to see he had his eyes directed to the house.

"Maybe they have some! I can ask Beth or Maggie," Carl stood and I reached out, grabbing his elbow and pulling him down.

"You can't do that," I said in a tone that was meant to show him it was obvious.

"I can show you how to play."

I shook my head, "no, I mean you can't go ask."

"Why not? They're nice."

"Not now, not us. If you want to so bad get your mom to ask. She'll know when and how to do it. Just not now, they don't want to hear from kids."

He was staring at my hand that was on his elbow. I slowly took it away. His eyes lifted to mine, his expression curious.

"Why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Act like all we do is get in the way."

"No, I don't-"

"-Yes, you do!" he exclaimed, looking upset. "You've said it before. We're just stupid kids. You act like we don't matter so we can't do anything. I can do stuff just like the rest of them can. I can shoot, so can you. So why can't I ask a question? Why does my mom have to do it for me? We don't need them for everything. We can do stuff ourselves."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "did you see anythin' that happened over there? They have stuff to do."

"I won't go to the barn, just in the house."

I squeezed my eyes shut in frustration. "Shane and your dad are in there talkin' to Hershel. Like you just said, you heard it, they want us gone. We'll just annoy 'em and make it worse. Don't be stupid."

I turned away, I wasn't sure why I was so mad and annoyed by him suddenly. I'd really enjoyed being around Carl the last few days, but now I just wanted to be alone. I thought about getting up to leave. But it wasn't like I had anything better to do.

"I'm not stupid."

"Then don't act like it." Why wouldn't he just be quiet? I wanted to be around him but I wanted him to just stop talking. I put a hand on the side of my head, leaning against it. I was starting to get a headache.

"At least I can read," I just barely heard him mutter.

My head snapped in his direction so fast I almost got whiplash. But he was no longer looking at me. I clenched my teeth together so hard I was practically grinding them together. I was no longer annoyed with Carl, I was angry. The worst of it was; I couldn't defend myself, I had no response.

I stood up and walked away. I should have left him before, I knew I just wanted to be alone. I should've acted on that desire. I was better off alone anyway.

I thought over going to Daryl's tent but I knew the tent would be much too hot. More so the usual considering how close the sun that day, as if it was it's job to burn us alive. The tent would be torturous.

The barn was out of the question, I hid there before because I knew no one would want to be near the barn full of Walkers, so I wouldn't be easily found. But now the Walkers were dead and most of the group was handling their bodies.

My eyes found the RV and since I was already headed in that direction, I decided to hide there for the time being.

It was hot in the RV, but it had windows so it wasn't as hot as the tent would've been. Then I saw Guillermo was there at the table. I considered retreating but decided against it, I had no problem with Guillermo. So I went and sat across from him at the table. He still looked upset, earlier he'd been crying, but he looked a bit better.

His eyes were close and he was rubbing his temple, as if attempting to rid of a headache.

When I sat down, his eyes opened, they startled me slightly, with how bloodshot they were.

For the first few moments, we just stared at each other.

"Do I know you? You seem familiar," he said softly, I could easily detect his spanish accent. "Why are we here, where's Rick?"

I shrugged avoiding the first question, "dealin' with the bodies."

Something flashed in his eyes at that word, "the gunshots. Wh-What happened?"

"They killed the Walkers in the barn."

"Walkers?"

I nodded again.

He hesitated, thinking my response over, "Muertos?"

The what? I shook my head, "no the dead things."

He nodded, "yes. Muertos."

"No, Walkers. I don't know what that means."

He rubbed his eye, and sighed tiredly as if giving up, "means dead people."

"Oh."

"They're here?" He was starting to look scared.

I shook my head, "they were in the barn. They're dead now."

"How long have we been here?"

"Couple days."

Guillermo put his head face down on the table, placing his hands a the back of his head as he began to mutter in a different language.

Where's he been? He's acting like he didn't know about it.

I heard the sound of the RV door opening. While I turned to see who it was, Guillermo didn't move but grew silent.

Dale came in and gave us both a curious glance, "either of you seen Hershel?"

I'd seen him when we were all back at the barn but I was sure that wasn't what he was talking about. I shook my head in response. He looked over at Guillermo after receiving my answer. "Guillermo?" Dale tried to get his attention, "have you-"

"-I don't know who that is," Guillermo interrupted in weak and muffled voice.

Dale left. I thought about why Dale would be looking for Hershel. Last I saw, Shane and Rick were going to talk to him.

"I can't keep up with this shit," Guillermo muttered angrily. "I'm losing my damn mind."

How much did he remember? I remembered the a few days ago he'd asked me how long we'd been here, I'd sent him over to Rick. But it looked like he'd forgotten again.

"I-It's okay. There was some stuff going on but it's better now. It's safe here, we're far from the city. There aren't many Walkers around."

He lifted his head and stared blankly at me, "Everything is teared apart in my head, I know I've been here. But I don't remember getting here. I shouldn't be here. I should be dead."

He was starting to freak me out, but I decided to try and stay calm. He was confused, maybe he just wanted some kind of confirmation.

"Rick said he knew you, and some others after going into the city. We didn't have anywhere to go so we went to you. But everyone was dead and you . . . weren't."

"So, you dragged me with you guys."

I shook my head, "you just came. You didn't say much."

"I've been gone for days . . ." he said, as if it was unbelievable. "There was no one else. You're sure no one else made it?"

I just shook my head. I wondered how many times he had this conversation with someone else.

"Can't believe an eight year old is telling me shit I should already know."

My eyes narrowed, "I'm twelve."

He sighed, his smile gone and tears falling from his eyes. "It doesn't matter what you are, or what I am. We're all going to die. Most of us are already dead."

He started mumbling more words I couldn't understand, he took a quick glance around before standing up. He turned away from me and walked over to the bed at the back of the RV. He laid on the bed and didn't make another sound.

I thought over Guillermo's words. He was right in two senses, yes, most of us were already dead. But if we were all carrying this virus, did that make us dead already? No matter how we died, we'd become a walking corpse.

I jerked awake, having fallen asleep with my head on the table. It felt like I'd only been asleep for a few minutes, but looking outside, it was starting to get dark. I turned my head to see Guillermo standing beside me, I jumped, surprised to see him.

We just stared at each other at first, then he spoke.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what's going on anymore, out there or in here," he pointed to his temple. "I was rude to you."

My lips parted but I had no response, his expression was so much calmer, but still slightly disturbed.

"May I sit with you again?"

I just gave a nod, not hiding my bewildered expression. But Guillermo didn't say anything else, he just sat across from me like before, and stared out the window.

I looked out the window too, I sat up a little straighter, from where the window was I could see the place Carl and I were sitting earlier. My boots were still there, reminding me there was nothing on my feet, but Carl was gone.

The thought of Carl caused a wave of anxiety to course through me, I tried to push it away and ignore it, but it lingered.

There wasn't much else to see other than Lori and Rick some distance away, they looked like they were fighting. Watching and listening for a moment I could just barely hear them, I mostly heard Lori's voice. Rick was always considerably more quiet. I glanced at Guillermo to see it was them he was watching out the window.

"They're always like that," I informed him.

I saw him raise an eyebrow, but he didn't look at me.

"Well, she is," I corrected.

I continued watching them, then I noticed Rick was holding a bag. Rick reached for Lori, as if to hug her, but she stepped away. I saw Glenn walking down the porch steps, he was holding a rifle.

What the hell?

Glenn joined Rick and Lori, and just after, so did Shane. Shane was motioning with his hand, usually the way he did when trying to get a serious point across.

Wait, are we being kicked out? Right now?

Shane abruptly turned and began walking away, shaking his head. He said one final thing to Rick loudly, but I couldn't make out the words, like the rest of them. But Shane looked just as pissed as Lori did. Then Lori went up the porch steps and into the house.

Rick and Glenn walked with each other to the direction of the cars. They were walking out of view of the window so I stood up and leaned over to watch them hop into a car. I continued watching until they pulled out and were gone.

Why would they leave? I was sure we had plenty of food. Maggie's family had lots, and we'd found plenty of canned food on the highway. So what do we need that they had to leave so fast? I hadn't heard anything about anyone going on a run, I usually overhear it from someone.

I glanced at Guillermo, secretly hoping he'd have some kind of answer. After all, he was an adult, he'd hear much more then I would.

Guillermo was still staring out the window, he didn't look confused. In fact, he didn't look much of anything, his expression seemed to be wiped clean of any emotion. I sighed to myself, looking back out the window.

This time I saw Maggie, her arms were crossed and she was headed in our direction. I felt a little sad, Maggie was really nice to me but I hadn't talked to her since she was checking me for ticks. And then I ran away. I wondered what she thought of what she'd seen, she definitely hadn't been expecting it. Was she mad? Maybe disappointed?

She's seen me, really seen me. All the bad things I've done, all the disrespect I've shown. She's seen all of it.

Just like I hadn't talked to her since, she didn't make an attempt either. Perhaps that was my answer.

It's not like Daddy didn't warn me, he'd said this would happen. This was why no one was supposed to see.

I was surprised to see Maggie not changing her direction, she kept walked toward the RV, Then she opened the door and walked inside. I turned around, trying to keep my expression blank. Guillermo didn't move.

"Hi, Toby." she said, giving me a weak smile. It was obviously forced, her eyes looked very sad.

I parted my lips to respond, but no sound came out.

"You're going to have to come inside now," she told me gently.

"The house?" I was able to force out.

She nodded, "we need everyone in one place right now. There's . . . nevermind it now. Dale told me I'd find you in here, you and Guillermo need to come inside."

I wanted to protest, if they wanted everyone inside Carl would be there, Lori would be there. Possibly even Shane and Daryl. I didn't want to see any of those people.

Maggie beckoned me with her hand as she walked out, I went to follow her but then I noticed Guillermo hadn't moved.

I guess talking wouldn't work this time on him, so I walked past the table, standing on his side of it, I reached forward, shaking his shoulder. The contact made me uncomfortable and I let go as fast as I could.

Guillermo turned his head to me, rather slowly.

"We have to go in the house."

He only rose an eyebrow.

"They want us to go in. Now."

He seemed to take a minute to process this before nodding and scooting out of the booth.

I was standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall. My hair was wet and I was wearing another shirt. This one was a button-up cotton, green, black, and white plaid long sleeve.

When me and Guillermo first went in, Maggie told me I could have a shower. I only nodded and then she began urging me to it.

When I was done, she'd taken Beth's other two shirts I'd been wearing. Though I still had my same jeans, not that I had anything else.

Everyone was either in the kitchen or living room, most in the kitchen, as dinner was just being handed out. The advantage of being in the hallway was I could little from both rooms, and listen as people walked passed me. No one really took notice of my presence.

I'd heard a bit of what was going on. Glenn and Rick left to find Hershel, turned out he was no longer on the property. Beth was in some kind of shocked state, which made Maggie very worried. She'd walk into the hall almost every two minutes to go into the other room and check on her sister.

I wasn't sure what was wrong with Carol, but it was definitely something. I'd heard Patricia say something about her being upstairs.

"She's getting worse. We need Hershel, they should've been back now." I wasn't sure if Lori was talking about Beth or Carol.

"He never should have left," Shane said to Lori. They were both close to the kitchen doorway, making it easy to hear them.

Now I knew why Shane and Lori were so pissed at Rick.

Shane stepped into the hall a moment later, our eyes met briefly before I looked away. I wasn't sure how I felt. Back at the barn I was scared, I was scared that if I didn't kill that Walker it was going to kill me, and Shane sure wasn't doing anything about it. Earlier I'd been angry, but at that moment, I wasn't much of anything. I didn't have the energy to be mad, instead I was just embarrassed. If I could hit a target properly, I'd have moved on to shooting moving ones and I could've made that shot.

I expected Shane to just walk passed me, but instead he stood beside me, and leaned against the wall.

"You knew I couldn't make that shot," I said after a few moments of awkward silence. I was looking down at my barefeet, my boots were still outside.

"You're right. I did know that."

I felt a knot form in my stomach. Why didn't I just stay in the RV?

"But that's not why I made you do it."

I looked up at him, he was already looking at me. His face was calm and his eyes looked tired. I let myself scrunch my eyebrows together and narrow my eyes, showing him how confused I was.

"You know what Carl said to me yesterday? Maybe you do, you two spend some time together now, maybe you've heard it already."

I didn't respond, I just shook my head, not understanding.

"He said, 'what if they're right? What if we can make them better?'. I was so angry. Hershel's inability to let things go was giving Carl false hope. And after everything we've been through out there, I couldn't believe I'd even heard those words come out of his mouth. I wanted to make sure that they all knew, that you knew; what those things are. What they'll always be. Dead."

"I know that." How could he think I don't understand? I'd almost been eaten on three separate occasions, under the RV, in the school, and in the RV with Guillermo. Well actually four, there was the time Shane and I were running alongside the RV and we had to jump in, when I did, a Walker had a hold of my ankle and wouldn't let me go.

"I know you do. I just . . . I just wanted to make sure that . . . that it stuck with you, that you felt it. I was going to do it myself, but then I saw you and . . . I acted on a whim. I'm sorry."

I looked away then, not sure what to say. I understood what he was talking about, but that didn't make the embarrassment go away.

"You know . . ." he started again, I could hear a smile in his voice. "You may not have killed it, but just about every single bullet you shot, made it into that Walker."

I felt myself smile, realising he was right. Most of the time I hadn't bothered aiming at the head, knowing I wouldn't get it, I just aimed for the body, hoping to slow the Walker's pace. I hit it almost every single time.

"All right, come on, dinners ready." He started walking down the hall, but I didn't move. When he was about to go into the kitchen, he realised I wasn't following.

"You coming?"

I shook my head.

"You have to be hungry."

I nodded, I was hungry, but I knew everyone was in that room.

Shane stared at me, as if searching my face, "did you, uh, did you want me to bring you something?"

I smiled a little, feeling grateful. I nodded. Shane went inside the kitchen and came back a minute later with a plate.

"Thank you," I said, taking the plate. There was some deer meat, cooked carrots and peas. Shane went back to the kitchen to join the others.

I contemplated where to eat, I could just eat in the hall, or the living room. I glanced around, my eyes falling on the front door. I'd still be at the house, I wasn't going anywhere, where was the harm in eating on the porch?

I was sitting on the porch, my plate was empty and on the side table beside my chair. It was dark outside, I was staring up at the sky. It was nice and quiet, no one had come outside while I was eating. The night was much cooler than the day had been, I was enjoying the cool breeze.

I heard the door open and looked over to see Daryl walking out. He glanced around before his eyes fell on me.

He was silent at first, he seemed to be staring me down as the door shut behind him. I couldn't read his expression at first, he looked upset, or maybe just angry.

"You're hidin' again," he said, his one even as he walked over to me.

I'm not hiding? Am I? I just want to be alone, that isn't the same as hiding. I just shrugged. He stopped a few feet in front of me, standing close to the railing of the porch. His arms were crossed and his jaw was set, still staring me down.

Okay, so he's angry. I pulled my shoulders in a little and lowered my head, I felt myself cowering but only slightly. Now, what did I do?

"You said you heard me, why the hell do I need to be tellin' you again?"

I just stared blankly.

He sighed, his eyes not leaving mine, "You didn't have to listen to him. I know you wanted to put the gun down, you were doin' it."

Oh, this was about the Walker. Why did he care about that?

I just shrugged, I had no idea what he was expecting from me.

"Stop doin' that! I hate when you do that! That's how I know you ain't listenin'!"

I swallowed nervously, I held both my hands together, feeling myself shake. It was obvious I was in trouble, I just didn't understand why.

"Why didn't you put the gun down?"

I just kept staring at him.

"It's a simple question, why didn't you put the gun down?"

"Shane told me not to," I practically whispered.

"After the shit I told you, that shouldn't've mattered! Stop lettin' assholes push ya 'round."

I pulled my arms closer to myself. I thought hard about when he was talking to me behind the barn, about how no one would beat me. I tried to link it to what he was saying now. I just didn't understand, he was mad, he wanted me to get something. Whenever daddy wanted to make sure I understood, punishment was the way to do it, he said so himself whenever I did something wrong.

He stepped forward, uncrossing his arms and leaning toward me, "you don't have to do shit you don't want to do. If it feels wrong, just stop! It's not that hard, you have a backbone, I've fuckin' seen it, I know I have. You gotta use it."

I just squinted my eyes and shook my head, I had no idea what he meant by that.

He sighed again, standing up straight, "remember back at that quarry? When you took Shane's gun and threatened him?"

I swallowed again, guilt making my stomach churn. "That was bad."

"No! That's what I'm talkin' about! You thought what was goin' on was wrong and ya wanted to stop it."

"I-I was scared," I tried to defend myself.

"Yeah, you were scared. And you were scared back at that barn, not just of that dumb Walker. You know any of us woulda taken care of it if we had to. You don't have to do anything anyone says just because you think you'll get in trouble. Least of all Shane. You're allowed to talk back, you're allowed to say no."

Daryl opened his mouth, about to continue when we heard yelling coming from inside.

"We can't just let her die!"

Daryl narrowed his eyes toward the door and went inside. I could hear some of the group talking but not what they were saying exactly, I stood up and followed him inside.

"The hells goin' on?" Daryl questioned.

"Carol," Shane answered, looking away from everyone.

Lori thought about this for a moment, "I'll go into town, I'll get Rick and Hershel-"

"-No you're not going anywhere. What do you think he's going to do? If he had an answer he wouldn't have had a barn full of Walkers." Shane said.

"Patricia," T-Dog addressed. The blonde woman was standing behind Lori, "There's gotta be something we can do, something to give her, just to give her some more time. She's in a lot of pain."

"I've already given her the last of the morphine to make her more comfortable. Almost everything else was used for . . ." Patricia trailed off, but everyone knew what she was going to say. "I'll go see her."

What's wrong with Carol? T-Dog looked frustrated and sad, he leaned his forehead against the wall, and closed his eyes breathing deeply. Everyone was silent.

I was watching him closely, curious about what was going on. Then suddenly, T-Dog's eyes shot open.

"Daryl," he whispered it at first, "Daryl!"

"What?"

T-Dog looked him dead in the eyes with a certain determination, "we're Walkers no matter what right? It ain't the bite that does it, you said so yourself. The bite just kills you."

Daryl awkwardly looked around at everyone, "so what?"

"What . . . what if we-what if we cut it out? Cut it off I mean."

Everyone listening had quietly gasped.

"Cut her arm off? You want to cut her arm off?" Lori's eyes were wide with shock.

T-Dog looked appalled, "no, I don't want to! But it makes sense doesn't it? Get the bite off, then it can't do anything."

"No," Patricia intervened, she was standing on the staircase. "Even if that were to work she may not survive, we used almost all the medicine on Sophia. There's no anesthetic."

"We can get more."

"We don't have that kind of time," Shane was shaking his head. "You saw her, she doesn't have time to wait. It's been too long, she won't last the night."

"That's why we cut the bite away!"

"Severing her arm could only make it worse!" Patricia argued, growing red in the face. "What if we can't get the bleeding to stop? What about infection, and shock and-and . . . no, no. We can't do anything without Hershel."

"She's already infected! Daryl," T-Dog turned to Daryl, his expression almost pleading. "You said so yourself, it's not the bite that turns you."

Daryl was quiet at first, rolling his eyes. "She's prob'ly gonna die either way. And if this is gonna work we can't wait any longer."

I looked over at Shane, wondering what he would say. His expression was unreadable, everyone else was silent, weighing their options.

"There's an axe in the shed," Shane finally said.

I couldn't get Carol's scream out of my head. At the time, I barely heard it, but I knew exactly what was going on. I'd been sitting in the grass by the tent, watching the house when it happened. Daryl told me I should go to the tent, and I did that, I just didn't go inside.

Not until I heard the scream anyway.

I couldn't stop thinking about her, I'd never even liked her that much. I remembered back at the CDC, how nice she'd been to me, giving me Sophia's clothes.

And thinking about Sophia made me feel worse. I almost felt nothing for her dying, partially because I'd barely thought about her while being her. She was out of sight, out of mind. And to think she'd bite Carol, I knew these things weren't real people, but it was her mama.

But to be honest I had no idea when or how Carol got bitten, Sophia was just my guess. Other than the barn, Sophia was the only other Walker encounter we'd had in awhile.

Carl was just so sad about Sophia, and the fact that I wasn't sad, made me mad at myself. Everyone else had some kind of reaction to it. Was it because I didn't talk to? I'd never really cared about her before, why should I start caring when she's dead?

Carol being bitten caused thoughts of Jim to weed their way inside my head.

I'd been lying in the tent, staring up at nothing for hours as all those thoughts twirled in my brain. Only when I heard the sound of a car did I finally pull myself out of my head.

I sat up quickly, crawling out of the tent.

"Dad!" Carl called out as Rick jumped out of the car. Carl ran to him and clung to him. Lori went right after Carl, hugging her husband. Maggie ran toward them, hugging Glenn, then going to Hershel.

"Are you hurt?" Lori asked Rick as they pulled away from each other.

"No, but-"

"-Who the hell is that?" T-Dog questioned, pointing to the back seat of the car.

I stepped forward a little, craning my neck to see what he was talking about. Sure enough, someone was sitting in the back seat, wearing a blindfold.

"That's Randall," Glenn answered.

And there it is, let me know what you think.

Kenzela gave me insight on the scene with Toby and Daryl, thank you :)

Though once again, as usual, would never be able to finish the chapter without Rasha007.

Again, sorry everyone, I hope to make the next chapter a lot better. But good news is, starting next chapter we'll be on episode 10 of season 2, we're getting very close to Merle's return, I'm so excited.

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