This will be a chapter that glosses over episodes 5-10. Mostly because they were looking for Sophia still, however in mine since Sophia is alive and still with the group, Carl was never shot etc. im not going to bore you all with day to day patrols, scavenge trips into town, or the backed up highway. So just know every day there are five patrols in four hour increments they kill the dead loot and burn the bodies' search houses for supplies and everything that's worthwhile is brought back to the farm, or stored in a house ill mention in this chapter.

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Over the next two weeks the farm proceeded pretty much normally. Patrols went out every four hours going slightly further each time. Walkers were killed searched and then burned the growing wrath of Hershel after discovering the patrols was quickly making the farm a less than friendly place. In response to this I met with the Dixon brothers on the sixteenth day of our stay on the farm.

"Hey guys I am sure you've noticed that Herschel doesn't like us wandering all over the farm and killing off the walkers we come across." I greeted them as they sat at the table under the tree with me.

"Yeah ive noticed that old bastards attitude has been getting worse and worse the old shit doesn't realize how it is out there in the world" Merle said as he grabbed and took a bite of a sandwich the girls had made continuing to talk with his mouth full "he is too busy hiding here with his head up his own ass"

Daryl chucking agreed "if he doesn't get his act together the shit is going to creep up on him and force its way down his and everyone else's throats."

looking at the brothers im relived they both understand "yes we all know that that's why we have continued clearing the area around while its easy. Could you imagine if all these little groups and solos got together?" picking up a sheet of paper that I had been using to tally the kills, and the numbers of bodies found so far, with a number at the top of the town's population. "According to the last census here there were eighteen thousand people. So far we have killed fewer than two hundred and found another two hundred or so bodies. That leaves over nineteen thousand unaccounted for."

Merle laughed "well you know most of those people left. We found enough houses without cars looking looted."

Daryl chipped in "yeah he has been a pain in the ass can't wait to get the hell out of here huh bro?" looking at merle who nodded.

"Well it's a good thing we are on the same page" I smirked "im growing tired of his condescending attitude myself. so Daryl do you remember that farmhouse you found three days ago the two story one?" he nodded "good I'd like you two to go and start setting it up strip the town and houses of everything you need also make sure the fence allows a large area inside so we can park useful vehicles and supplies for when we leave."

They both nodded seemingly happy to know they wouldn't be forced to listen to the old man's mouth for much longer.

As I sipped my morning coffee once again cursing rick for drinking the stuff. I rubbed my sore arms yesterday I had not only done my patrol route my team only finding and killing three walkers but also the finishing touches on the massive fencing around our fallback and supply house. I looked into the morning sky listening to the peaceful sounds of life around me. Thinking about our current situation and the changes it had brought. So far thanks to several houses we had carefully stripped of plywood and intact windows. Several coils of five foot high fencing had also been erected surrounding a large area around the house with the front and back gates the only way in or out. Sharpened street sign poles had been hammered in at angles to stop walkers before they got to the fence.

Inside the fence several working vehicles had already been stored inside including a eighteen-wheeler that was where most of the salvaged food and other supplies were stored along with a small oilmen fuel truck filled with almost fifteen hundred gallons of gas siphoned from gas stations and vehicles. You never know after all. With Sophia alive and no reason to search for her had been a huge boon for the group.

Counting everything we had salvaged we had enough food and gas for several months if we were careful not to mention a child was saved. Hundreds of hours spent searching for her wasn't wasted.

Sighing over the cup of coffee I heard a twig snap behind me reaching for my pistol without thinking I turned to see jimmy one of Hershel's people raise his hands.

"Sorry didn't mean to startle you." he apologized

Taking my hand off the pistol "its fine kid, just be careful." he nodded as I stood to face him "now what's up."

Throwing his fist thumb extended toward the house "Well Mr. Greene would like to talk to you. He is behind the house at the generator shed."

Nodding I grab a plate of sausage patties, scrambled eggs and toast from Lori, Andrea, and Lauren who had cooking duty that morning. Thanking each of them and with a kiss to Lori I headed out eating on the way.

Rounding the corner of the house I see the old man pouring a can of fuel into his generator absent mindedly I noticed it was one of the five military green cans we had given him over the last week.

"Morning Rick." he greeted me as he put the cap on the generators fuel tank "I think I have told you before you don't need to run patrols we are safe here we haven't had a single intruder in weeks. And I don't need to tell you how I feel about your people using guns on my land do i?"

With a little annoyance I want to mention yes you haven't had a single intruder because my peoples patrols slaughter and burn every walker they come across but I don't want to ruin the chances of him coming along with us later but aloud I say "yes I understand however it is dangerous out there im sure you understand and our primary focus has been gathering supplies that we freely share with you as thanks for allowing us to stay on your land."

He nods looking at the can of gas "yes I am grateful for the supplies you give us however I can't have you just going out and killing the poor infected people out there not while there is a chance of a cure."

Senile old man when will he understand zomb…walkers are not just sick they are dead there is nothing of the person left behind "Yes like the infected you have in the barn?" he takes a step back "Yes yes I know about them I found them during one of my patrols a few days ago I haven't told my people yet because I know how they will react so we all have grown tired of your hostile and ignorant behavior." he seemed to try to refuse this and for a moment I wanted to stop but what was to happen had to be because of his ignorance on this apocalypse "so we will be packing up and leaving for a house about a mile away ill mark it on the map and leave a copy of it on the porch of the house." I took a step forward placing a hand on his shoulder. "When things go south we will still help you we are still humans." I reminded him handing him a radio that I had brought to give him

The rest of the day was spent packing and moving to fit all the vehicles inside we had to make another smaller fenced in area for several vehicles to make plenty of room inside the main gate. As night fell and I took my guard post on top of the eighteen wheelers trailer for my guard shift I couldn't help but wonder how long the old man would last without our patrols and clearing his land of walkers.

With everything changing I wonder how much longer the walking dead I remember will be able to help me keep my group and myself safe. Looking into the star filled sky well no mater we are better supplied more numerous than the original group at this time so im sure it will be fine.