Carl POV

Who knew hunting for rabbits could be so fun, and so sad at the same time. The fun part is when you're looking for the rabbits and laying traps everywhere to catch one, but the sad part is when you actually catch one, because then you know it's time to kill it.

Me and Daryl were in the woods next to the farm, and so far we had caught eleven rabbits, which Daryl said it's one of the largest amounts he's ever caught at one time. We apparently we meant to hunt deer but Daryl decided to settle for rabbits to let myself have easier targets.

I suppose Beth would've joined us if she wasn't on another supply run, this time with Maggie. The amount of supplies we had gotten from the k-mart was a lot, and when I say a lot, I mean filling up the basement lot.

"Shit." I heard Daryl say as he was trying to set a trap down.

"Need any help." I asked.

"Yeah, come here and hold this." He said gesturing to a small peice of cage.

Daryl was one of the bravest men I have ever met, and even though he has a bad boy outer shell, on the inside he really is a kind person. I overheard him and Glenn talking about 'the good old days', and from what I heard about Daryls childhood, he had it really rough. So I wanted to ask him about it myself.

While I was holding the cage, I asked him,

"So did you do this when you was little?"

"Yeah, everyday." He grunted.

"Was it always this hard."

"No, it was harder, less things to hunt where we used to live. Just small animals like rabbits and the occasional deer."

"Sounds like it took a long time."

"Yeah, it did. You remember Merle."

"Yeah." Who could forget Merle. Merle was the group arsehole who constantly fell out with every single person. I remember once he fell out with Dale, something about keeping away from Merles tent, and Dale was only trying to tell Merle that the food was ready.

"Well me and him went out twice everyday, seven days a week. Our mother was on minimum pay, and our father was always unemployed, so we had to hunt everyday to get our food."

"Sounds rough." I said slightly upset that Daryl has such a rough childhood.

"Yeah it was, never went school, never got birthday or Christmas presents, never got the chance to make any friends at all."

"Well, at least you had Merle." I said trying to be positive.

"Yeah, when he was around. He spent a lot of time with older women, violent thugs, or on his own zoned the fuck out."

I had nothing to say, he had such a shit childhood, no wonder he can be harsh on people.

"Anyways, we better start heading back, it's getting late." Daryl grunted

"Sure." I said a little disappointed, as we had caught no deer, but I guess there's always tomorrow.

We both walked back in silence, accompanied be the silent forest. Until we walked into two walkers that Daryl immediately disposed of.

We arrived back at our little camp outside the house, and the first thing I saw was Dale and Glenn trying to get the RV to start.

Glenn sees us and shouts over 'HI' so god damn loudly every walker in the state probably heard. Dale immediately told him to keep quiet, with Daryl in tow to telling him to shut up.

Glenn apologised and went back to helping Dale with the RV. Mum and Shane were talking on the porch of Hershals house, Dad was no where to be seen, I could see Andrea taking a walk around the field, Maggie and Beth were at the barn cleaning it, and Hershel and Jimmy were probably inside.

"What are you to doing." I asked Glenn and Dale.

"The fan won't work properly, it's been acting funny since we left the CDC, but it won't work at all now." Dale replied.

"Anything I can do?" I asked wanting to be helpful.

"No it's okay kid, the fans not going to work anytime soon, we'll give it a few days and if nothing then, we-"

Before Dale could finish, we heard screaming coming from the field, Andrea screaming!

All at once, everyone was running out towards Hershals field.

"Andrea" Dale shouted

We spent what seemed like an eternity looking when Daryl shouted over. We all came rushing over, and it was fucking horrible.

Andrea was lying there, guts ripped out of her stomach, part of her throat torn out, and one of her hand completely torn to shreds. There was no coming back from this. We would have to put her down. Everyone knew so, it was just a case of who would do it.

A few seconds passed, then Dad put up his revolver, and held it to her forehead.

"I'm sorry" he whispered.

Then he pulled the trigger

Everyone was in tears, me, Beth, Mum and the rest. We stayed silent for a few minutes, before Shane said,

"We need to have a funeral."

"Yeah, and we will. Tomorrow." Dad said.

He then picked Andreas body up, and started to walk back to the camp. We all followed closely behind.

The day after was Andreas funeral. We had a pile of rocks, similar to Otis' funeral.

Dad then stood up to say a few words.

"I know, that this, tragic event has deeply saddened all of us. Andrea was an example, of the best of us. She was fierce, smart, and brilliantly resourceful, and she will truly be missed, by all of us. I know that this seems like a despondent time, but this can't break us, we need to keep moving forward. This, could've happened to any one of us, any one of us! That's why we need to keep alert, to look out for each other, to be smart about our actions, to stay alive. It's what Andrea would've wanted. To Andrea." He said finishing off his speech.

He was right though, this could've happened to any one of us, me, Mum, Beth. Just thinking about if that had happened to Beth wanted to make Carl sick. He knew if anything were to happen to Beth, he'd not be able to carry on. He'd be traumatised for life.

"Carl, you okay?"

I turned around with a smile on my face, I knew that voice anywhere.

"Yeah, I'm okay Beth. How are you doing?"

"Okay, I guess. It just came out of nowhere you know. I just wasn't expecting it."

"Yeah, I understand. No one was."

She looked up at me and smiled, and my heart felt like it might burst. I gave my best smile I could muster back, and she walked off to the farm house.

She really is an angel I thought to myself as I walked over to our little camp. I just hope I can protect her for the rest of our lives.

The End Of Chapter 15

So, how's it going. It's been awhile, about six months, maybe longer.

I've had this chapter as a work in progress for about five and a half months, so if you think it's messy, or doesn't make sense, or just shit, it might be that.

Anyways, I took such a long break because of some private stuff going on in my life.

Regardless, it feels really good to be back, and I'll see you for chapter 16

Goodbye