Chapter 45: Rules
DPOV
~2 years ago~
I wasn't concentrating, I was too busy watching and listening to Kat and Carl running around. Chasing one another, all while they screamed and laughed. It was a cute sight to see, one that was sweet and welcoming. It was the type of bond I knew I would never get, the type that was nice to see Kat and Carl share. I hadn't spoken to either of them, seeing as I was the outcast and always would be. My eyes would peek at them, seeing how Katherine would laugh, her smile and everything about her looked beautiful. Youthful. Carl was sweet, kind and he was always afraid, which was a little saddening in a life like this.
"Hey," Merle's raspy and rough voice called out to me. When he came closer, I focused on cleaning my bolts, chewing on a nail I had ripped from my finger and swirled it around in my mouth absentmindedly. My eyes glued to my working fingers, focused solely on doing what needed to be done and tried not to speak. Merle came closer to me, stopping beside me and glanced at the view that had distracted me from my work.
Merle took a seat beside me, his eyes glued to the pair of them, all before he rummaged inside his back pocket, pulling out a small plastic, secured bag. "You know, baby brother," Merle began, glancing up from under my lashes, I saw that inside the bag, there was a white content and I knew instantly what it was.
Sighing, I glared at him and gave him a dark look. One of scolding, one that I knew he was used to and part of me wanted to not argue over it. Another part of me told me to scold him, because now wasn't the time for him to get high. "Really?" I said a little skeptically. "You're gonna sniff that shit up, in broad daylight?" I questioned him, wondering where his prorities were in a time like this. "You've really lost yer God damned mind Merle," I snarled as he looked up at me.
Merle's gaze was dark, one that reminded me of what Dad looked like when he was about to beat me for something I had said, or done. "Shut up," Merle growled and opened up the bag. With his careful preparation, he took a long and powerful sniff. His lips parting, eyes shutting and the look of pleasure colored his features. "We're outcasts," Merle pointed out when his blue eyes were revealed to look at me.
Merle glanced behind him, his back pressed against a tree and Kat and Carl were laid out on the grass. Kat was tickling Carl, he wriggled and squirmed at her fingers. The pair of them were a heartwarming sight to see, Lori and Shane watched them with bright smiles on their faces. "Things like that, it'll never happen to us," Merle said, gesturing to the happy family. "We ain't normal, we never will be," Merle spoke, but I kept my eyes glued to the siblings on the ground.
A part of me wanted what they had, a part of me wanted a family that I could love and trust. A family that wasn't as dysfunctional as mine. "We're freaks," Merle stated to me, his voice dry and it sounded like it could scratch a chalk board. "Don't forget that baby brother," he advised me. "'Cause they sure as hell ain't gonna forget it," he said, which made my heart drop, along with my eyes and I continued to work on my bolts. Cleaning them, nodding to Merle and never glancing up at the happy family. Reminding myself of Merle's words.
Present day...DPOV
That night, I had taught them of a way we could stay safe. Making a line, they had wire and some empty cans. Hanging it, I circled us in and laid down, to rest for a few hours. Before the sun began to rise, I woke up, grabbed my crossbow and began my hunt. I had been tracking a rabbit, one I saw was big enough to keep me hungry for the entire day if I caught it. Just I found it, I kept my aim steady and kept quiet. The moment I squeezed the trigger, the bolt flew and hit the rabbit. But I felt a breeze, saw an arrow fly by and land in the rabbit. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked Len when I turned to look at him.
I got to my feet, turning to look at him and I saw how he looked at me, acting all cocky and this only pissed me off. "Catching me some breakfast," he spoke proudly, like he was challenging me in some way and it made my blood boil. This asshole's got it in for me, always wanting my shit. My vest and now my food. Prick's asking for a bolt between the eyes.
Turning away from him, I ignored his stupid smile and made my way towards the rabbit. "That's mine," I told him, not giving him a chance to take this meal from me. I've been tracking this thing, looking for this rabbit like crazy and he comes here and expects me to hand it to him? Fuck off. It's mine and I ain't letting no one else have it.
I could hear him coming closer, taking some steps towards me and keeping his distance. "My arrow's the onethat hit first," he said confidently. "Cottontail belongs to me," Len said, making his decision that it would be his and not mine. He can go to hell, I've been hunting this thing for hours. He ain't taking shit from me, considering if his aim wasn't as it was, he could of killed me if he weren't careful.
Getting to one knee, I pulled out his arrow and my bolt from the rabbit. With effort, it eventually got out of the body and I could now pick it up with ease. "Been out here since before the sun came up," I stated, making sure he knew just how long I've been out here and how long it took me to find any piece of food. This rabbit is mine. I ain't letting Len or anyone have it, just cause they think they can walk all over me? Hell no.
Len was making his way closer to me, I had just got to my feet and began to make my way towards him. "You see, the rules of the hunt don't mean jack out here," he spat out to me, as though this was something I was already supposed to know. "Now, that rabbit you're holding is claimed, boy," he mocked me, I had his arrow between my fingers and it made me glance at his bow. A compound bow. Hers was a custom bow, one that could wrap around her torso and that was strong enough to shoot at long distances.
Not liking his attitiude, I threw his arrow to one side, not caring where it landed and showed him I could be a jackass too. "Claimed whether you like it or not," he rambled on. "So I was you, I'd hand it over," he threatened. "Now, before you get to wishing you ain't never even got out of bed this morning," he continued to threaten, making me get closer and more personal to him. Pussy can't even make his way closer to me. He's scared, ain't he?
The rabbit flopped around, dead in my hands and when I reached Len, I kept my eyes on him. Turning them into slints, I glared at him and kept my stance threatening. "It ain't yours," I snarled, knowing how to deal with pricks like him. Pricks that thought they owned the place, simply because they say a few words and tried to act tough. Guys that act like they're tough, ain't. Don't forget that lil' brother. I heard Merle's rough voice tell me, remembering a lecture he had once told me.
Len's eyes studied me carefully, squinting back and giving me a look like he read something. "You know, I'll bet this bitch got you all messed up, hmm?" he began slow, deliberating and knowing just what to say. Kat ain't no bitch. She's got more balls than this prick's ever gonna get. "Am I right?" he asked me, but I ignored him, knowing that Kat would tell me to just walk away and that I was better than him. "Got you walking around here, like a dead man, who just lost himself a piece of tail," he commented, making me stop and freeze.
I didn't like at all how he spoke of Kat. She ain't tail. She's dead and I've lost her. But she ain't ever been tail, she's a girl I care about. I didn't just wanna screw her, I wanted her safe and happy. "Must have been a good one," he said. She was pretty, but I never had sex with her. She's young, respectable and I don't know if he can tell by how I'm stood right now. "Tell me something," he began, making me pace around and drop my gaze to the ground.
Shit, this prick better keep his mouth shut if he wants to stay alive. "Was it one of the little'uns?" he asked me, making me tense up even more. It felt like he had just read my mind, like he could see the picture of Kat that was clear in my head. My hand instinctively went to my knife, running my fingers along the handle and ready to pull it out and kill this asshole with. "'Cause they don't last too long out here," he commented, which was crossing the line. First he's a pig for suggesting me scewing Kat, then he's an asshole for saying something like this, especially when she's already dead.
Sliding my knife out, I turned quickly and was held by my arm. Stopping me from killing him, he began to laugh and step back a little. "Easy, fellas, easy," Joe called, trying to get me to calm down. Staring daggers at him, I watched as he laughed and kept his eyes on me. "Let's just put our weapons down. See if we can't figure out what's really the problem here, huh?" Joe kept calm, carefully guiding my hand to lead my knife into it's holster. I didn't, I kept my hold on my knife and only kept it close to my leg. I'll kill both of them, if I have to. Joe seems okay. "Did you claim it?" Joe asked Len.
Stepping away a little, I kept my glare on Len and tried to calm myself a little, at least for Joe. Seeing as Joe, was at least a little more civilized than what Len was. Len was a total jackass. "Hell, yeah," Len spoke cheerfully, making me glare at him and keep my eyes on him. Stupid prick. I should have sliced him, especially when he started speaking about Kat.
Joe kept his eyes on Len, but after hearing the words escape from him, Joe turned his gaze to me. "Well, there you go," Joe said as though there was a conclusion. "That critter belongs to Len," Joe told me, as though this made any sense at all. What?
"So let's have it," Len said, resting his hands on his hips and giving me a look like I was a bitch. I ain't nobody's bitch.
Joe could see the confusion on my face, my gaze looking the pair of them up and down. As though, they were both crazy or high on something. "Looks like you may be wanting an explanation," Joe spoke suggestively. Damn right, I do. "See, going it alone, that ain't an option nowadays," Joe informed me. "Still, it is survival of the fittest. That's a paradox right there," Joe said, as though I actually gave a shit to their point of view of things. "So I laid out some rules of the road to keep things from going Darwin every couple hours," Joe said as though he had made something amazing happen.
Joe's smile made me think at times he was a good person, this was one of them, but there was something in his eyes that told me otherwise. "Keep our merry band together and stress-free," he stated. "All you got to do is claim," Joe said, waving his arms out a little as though this was the solution. "That's how you mark your territory, your prey, your bed at night," he told me, showing me that saying this word would be the solution to every problem. "One word, 'claimed'," he repeated for me.
I didn't like the thought of these rules, it seemed to work on some occasions, but I didn't like the thought of acting like I owned anything. "I ain't claiming nothing," I snarled at them. Not liking the thought of 'claiming' something as mine, seeing as this was a stupid way to try and keep the peace.
Len's expression slowly turned angry. "We're gonna teach him, right?" Len questioned Joe, sounding hopeful and getting anxious over something. "The rules say we got to teach him," Len edged Joe to agree, making me stare at him confused. What the hell is wrong with him? Crazy-ass-prick. I bet he sniffed the same shit my brother did, before it all went to hell.
Joe glanced at Len, but he just took the words into account and kept calm about it all. "It wouldn't be fair to punish you for violating a rule you never even knew existed," Joe stated, only making Len run his fingers through his hair and walk away from us. Crazy prick. Go away and grow the fuck up.
I didn't want to face the fact these men had some sort of order, what I didn't like about it was the fact there weren't no women with them either. Couldn't women follow these 'rules' and why aren't there any? "Ain't no rules no more," I grumbled at them.
Len turned back, to stare at me and rest his hands on his hips. My eyes never strayed away from him, glued to him in-case he tried anything. "Oh, there are. You know that," Joe called out to me, calling my bluff. "That's why I didn't kill you for the crossbow," Joe told me his reasons.
"Hey," I said when I felt him come closer to me, trying to take the rabbit from my hands. The way he sneaked in, made me a little startled, but I tried to keep my cool and switched my gaze to him. He seemed to be trying to do me a favour, his expression kind and features smooth.
"Easy there, partner," Joe said as he took it from me, placing it against the tree, he used his small axe and chopped the rabbit in half. My grip was still on the rabbit, I had the bottom half and Joe threw the head at Len. "Claimed," Joe repeated once more. "That's all you got to say," he informed me. Len walked away, leaving me and Joe behind. Len stormed off like a little kid, clearly not getting what he wanted out of it all. "Hey, ass end is still an end," Joe spoke, looking on the bright-side. Chosing to stick around, I quickly got over the rabbit, cooked and ate my half back at the camp.
KPOV
Michonne and Carl were searching for anything to eat, myself and Dad were by the fire. Choosing to help bandage him up again, I changed his bandages and cleaned up some of the wounds. He was looking better, healthier and I was really surprised by his outcome. "You're healing up quicker than I expected," I told him truthfully, helping him put his shirt on again and smiling at him.
Dad's expression was one of surprise, a small smile forming on his lips and making me watch him proudly. "Yeah?" Dad questioned, buttoning up his shirt and making sure to not pull at any of the stitching I had to do earlier. He's looking a lot better than I thought, healthier and stronger. At least, a lot stronger than I am at this moment in time. Then again, I did get stabbed, Dad only got badly beaten up.
Giving him my warm smile, I kept my eyes on him and nod slowly. "Yeah," I spoke clearly, keeping my blues on his and my voice level. "Its a relief," I told him honestly, pleased that he was recovering faster than I thought initially. "I was thinking I would end up having to carry you around for a few more weeks," I teased him slightly, this made him chuckle and show me his row of white, straight teeth.
His eyes were light, the wrinkles around the corners told me he was in a good mood today. "Good thing you didn't have to," Dad teased back at me. "Come here," Dad encouraged me, gesturing with his hand for me to come closer to him again. "Lets take a look at your cut," he suggested and instead of arguing with him, I pulled up my shirt a little and allowed him to inspect the damage.
Sighing, he gulped and picked up some of the disinfectant I used on him. Cleaning up my wound a little, I kept still and my breathing steady. "Not to sound mean, but..." Dad spoke, his eyes glued to his work on me. "What you did, was brave and very stupid," Dad told me honestly, giving me his opinion on what I had done before. "Risking your life like that, for me," Dad reminded me of what I had done at the prison, which lead to my stabbing and almost death.
I kept my eyes on his, for a moment, they flashed up to meet mine and he was almost done working with the wound. "You risk it every day, just for me and Carl," I told him, he was carefully dabbing at the wound with a cotton bud. "We're family," I reminded him. "Deal with it," I stated with a lopsided grin, knowing he would let out a small chuckle and shake of his head. "I love you, Dad," I whispered to him calmly, after a few seconds of us being silent.
Dad's eyes flashed to meet mine, his lips pursing into a tight lipped smile. "I love you too, Kat," Dad replied, his voice was warm and caring. I knew he meant it, just like he knew I meant what I had said to him. "You know, you've been acting real strange lately," he spoke with concern laced in his voice. "What's been going on?" he asked me curiously, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes were focused on the work he was doing to my side.
I didn't know how to explain the battle that was going on in my head. From losing people, to feeling like I was losing myself and the possibilities that could happen. It was all spiraling in my mind and I didn't know how to control it. "Loss," I stated. "I guess," I suggested with a shrug, not entirely sure what had me on edge and questioning everything.
Dad gave me a long, hard look and I could tell he was studying me. "I know but, you've been reckless these days," Dad said as his eyes darted back down to the wound he was still clearing up. "You're lucky your wound didn't get infected," Dad informed me, as he examined my wound a little more closely. "Seeing as you left yourself last to be fixed," Dad reminded me of my choice to fix Dad, before I would fix myself. Dad added a little too much pressure, the cotton bud dabbing hard against a spot which made me wince. "Sorry," Dad muttered quickly, when he spotted his mistake and my sudden reaction.
The sting was almost unbareable, but I sucked it up and forced a smile on my face. The heat was intense, from the pressure and pain that came hand-in-hand with one another. Not wanting to worry Dad, I had to get over the fact I could feel sweat building and a small throbbing in my side. "It's okay," I wheezed out and tried to reassure him that I'd be okay. It'll pass.
Finishin up, he slowly helped me place a band aid on the wound, in case I began to bleed from the sudden added pressure. "Anyway, what's been on your mind?" Dad asked me, his eyes focused on carefully placing the band aid over my wound. "Is it Daryl?" he questioned me, as his eyes raised to meet mine.
"Sometimes, yeah," I admitted to him, knowing I could no longer keep it from him and that it would be impossible to try. "I mean, other than Michonne, you and Carl, he's my best friend," I informed him, my heart dropped a little at the memory of Daryl. "We've been through a lot together," I stated confidently, knowing that he would of said the same. "We understand each other," I told Dad, feeling confident that what I was saying was truthful. That Daryl wasn't keeping anything from me. "It's a little hard to think about him, not knowing if he's still alive," I revealed to Dad, feeling a little weak as I hadn't told Michonne or Carl about this sense of doubt I was having.
Dad's eyes met mine, carefully we lowered my shirt and I kept my gaze on his. "He was my friend too," Dad spoke with a small sigh. "He did good by me," Dad stated, his voice was slightly sad but it had some sense of hope in it. "He looked out for Carl," he told me, the pair of us sat comfortably and stared into the fire. "Saved my life, so many times that it was hard to keep track," Dad said with a little hesitation. "He went out there with me, to look for you," Dad reminded me of what he told me, of when I went missing with Andrea. "He protected you," he informed me, reminding me of all the times Daryl had my back. "Hell, the man even saved Judith," Dad told me, a bright smile on his face as he glanced around the woods. "He's done good by me, wherever he is now," Dad agreed with himself, nodding and keeping his eyes away from mine.
A small smile crept on my face, my eyes glued to Dad as he kept his blues away from mine. "You sound like you're certain he's still alive," I told him with a bright smile, I felt hope illuminate my father's soul, which was a heartwarming sight to see. He was so dark, but there are moments like this that give me hope. Seeing as, I don't have a lot of hope in these moments, even if I try desperately to hold onto it.
Dad's smile slowly started to creep on, his eyes on mine and his features gentle. "I have no doubt about it," Dad told me confidently. "I mean, look at us," Dad spoke with a small shrug, his eyes glancing at me and then towards the woods that surrounded us. "If we could of survived, I have no doubt to think that there may be others from the prison that escaped too," Dad said with hope in his voice, his features calm and it looked like he was in peace. We need peace, safety and family. We need hope.
Giggling, I couldn't help the sound from escaping me. It was a relief to see my Dad take the role he once had years ago, one he was letting slip from his hands and I had to watch it happen. "You're being hopeful," I stated. "I like this side of you," I commented, making Dad chuckle and smile the smile I had missed seeing. He's coming back to us. Even if it is a slow progress, it's all worth it.
Dad's eyes were light, full with something I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Guess I finally saw it, from someone who inspires me each and every day," he said with admiration in his eyes, our eyes meeting and never wavering. "Or, it could have been that time back at the CDC," Dad spoke with a teasing tint. "Or when I saw you were alive again," Dad told me with a tilt of his head, one that was playful. "You've made me hopeful, so has Hershel," Dad informed me truthfully, his expression serious and voice didn't shake or sway. "And Carl, so did Judith," Dad spoke their names, gulping at the mention of my dead sister. Shit, I can feel my heart rip just at the sound of her name.
Deciding to take the confident and hopeful role again, I kept my brave face on and placed my hand on his. "We'll pull through," I reassured him, our eyes connecting and never wavering from one another. "You know, I would do anything to keep you and Carl safe," I spoke seriously, my expression hardened and my smile faded. "Don't you?" I asked him, wondering if he could tell the honesty that flowed out of me.
Dad's eyes were light, but I could see the serious edge grow on him. I could see him gripping onto the role of a father tightly, clutching it and his enclasped hands slowly raised, one hand overlapping my own. "I know," Dad agreed, giving me a small smile and making me feel comfort. "Just like I would do anything to keep you and Carl safe," Dad spoke with pure truth, I knew he would risk everything for us and would do all he could to keep us safe. "We'll be fine," Dad agreed, a side smirk growing on his face and felt it warm my heart. I missed you...
DPOV
We were making our journey down the tracks, unsure of where we were going, I knew that it was leading to Terminus, judging by the amount of signs that were placed near the train tracks. "So what's the plan, Daryl?" Joe asked me, the others were all walking ahead of us and I stayed behind, Joe joined me and we kept silent, until now.
I wasn't sure what he was asking me, but I wasn't going to be dumb and stay quiet about it. "How so?" I asked him as my answer, unsure what exactly he meant by my 'plan'. Is he asking me what we're all doing, or what I want to do in the end? Cause right now, I don't know shit.
Our pace was slow, a calm atmosphere, the men stayed quiet and we continued on the tracks. "You're with us now, but you ain't soon?" Joe asked me curiously. Is he asking me if I was planning on staying? Cause I ain't gonna be staying for long.
"Yep," I answered him quickly, not giving much thought to it and not needing to. I'm gonna keep wandering, alone and eventually, I'll find some people, or stumble accross the same car that took Beth. Find Beth, keep surviving and keep her safe. She's all I've got, I won't give up on her. I can't.
Joe kept his eyes on me, but I didn't bother to look at him. Not wanting to meet his gaze, simply because I was still trying to read him. "So what's the plan?" Joe asked me again, hoping that I'd have a better answer for him this time.
Thinking of something, I knew I should just keep it quick and simple. "Just looking for the right place is all," I told him truthfully, giving him a small shrug and we kept moving. He looked ahead, bringing his smoke to his lips and taking a long drag.
"Oh, we ain't good enough for you, huh?" Joe asked me, concluding what I had just said and taking it in the wrong way. Not that that ain't good enough, just that they ain't my favourite types of people. Some ain't the type of people I like to associate myself with anymore. I ain't like them, at least that's what Kat always told me.
Knowing I would tell the truth, I chose to stick to one that was convincing enough and as close to the truth. Remembering something Kat told me, something her Dad had told her once. In the art of lying, stay as close to the truth as possible. "Some of you ain't exactly friendly," I answered Joe.
Joe chuckled, blowing out the smoke from his lungs and smirking to himself. "You ain't so friendly yourself," he reminded me, I knew it was a weapon I normally used so that people would leave me alone. People I didn't particularly like, Len was one of those. "You know you need a group out here," Joe said, as though this was meant to make a difference to me.
Without thinking, I answered Joe with a "Maybe I don't," which, in all honesty didn't sound as convincing as I hoped it would be. I can't make it out here alone, I know that and I know I rely on people to keep me safe too. Kat kept me safe, she saved me many times and Beth...she saved me when I needed it most.
Joe didn't hesistate with his answer. "No, you do," he told me quickly. "You should be with us," he said to me, suggestively. The sound of a walker's snarls alerted me, along with the others. "People don't got to be friendly," Joe spoke kindly, trying to make a point about something. "We don't have to be nice. We don't have to be brothers in arms," Joe continued to list things and the group of men in front of us began to work together, killing the walker and keeping each other safe. The snarling eventually stopped.
I was surprised how well they worked as a team, keeping each other safe and using as little ammo as they could. "We just got to follow the rules," Joe said to me, trying to make me see sense. "You claim. If you steal, you keel," he spoke, making a small rhyme that seemed to work well. "I know that sounds a little funny, but nobody laughs when something goes missing," Joe spoke with a stern tone. "And you don't lie. 'Cause that's a slippery slope indeed," Joe explained what they liked and didn't, what the rules were. All simple. A code.
A sudden question popped into my head, curious as to what Joe would say about my inquiry. "What happens if you break 'em?" I asked him, wondering what these men were capable of and what types of punishment they give.
Joe pulled a face, an arm raising and a shoulder shrugged. "Oh, you catch a beatin'," he informed me. "The severity of which depends upon the offense, and the general attitude of the day," he continued to explain how they worked and what their rules were like. "But that don't happen much, 'cause when men like us follow rules and cooperate a little bit, well, the world becomes ours," Joe said, startling me a little with his loud whistle. "Right there," Joe called, indiciating to the abandoned building beside the men in front of us. "It's our abode for the evening," Joe told them.
I didn't want them to think I was going to stick around with them for long, seeing as I didn't feel safe with them and they weren't the kindest people to be grouped with. "Hey," I called to Joe as the others made their way inside. "There ain't no 'us'," I told Joe bluntly. My voice a low growl, my eyes glued to the group that were entering and quickly, I focused them back on Joe.
Joe was making his way with the others, quickly, he turned and looked at me. Making his way back, his stare was one of skeptism. "You leaving right now?" he asked me, not giving me time to answer him. "No?" he continued to throw questions at me, taking my silence as an answer. "Then it sure seems like there's an 'us'," Joe spoke, he was about to walk away from me, but he turned again and looked me directly in the eye. "You a cat person, Daryl?" he questioned me again, but I didn't have the chance to answer, not like I wanted to anyway.
Joe's tone was slightly mocking, his smoke coming closer to his face and he would take a long drag. I really need a smoke now. "I am," Joe told me. "Loved 'em since I was three years old," Joe continued to give me more information about himself, and his preferences. "Vicious creatures," Joe said, which was true, I too liked cats, but I was more of a dog person. "Anyway, I'll tell you, and this is true," Joe began, pointing a finger at me. "Ain't nothing sadder than an outdoor cat, that thinks he's an indoor cat," he informed me, turning his bag and making his way inside. The words stuck in my head, reminding me of the same types of phrases Merle would say to me. I'm the outdoor cat.
CPOV
Myself and Kat were in a car, trying to get some sleep and I tried to get comfortable. Nothing worked, all I could see was Kat's shocked and saddened expression. Her heart crushing in front of me, all while I had argued with her and made her feel small. It wasn't something I liked seeing. "Kat?" I called to her, which earned me a tired 'Mhmm?' and her squirming in the seat of an abandoned car we found. "I'm sorry," I apologized to her, hoping she would forgive me and that we could move past this.
Kat slowly opened her eyes, gulping and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She sat up, turning her body to look at me. I had laid down in the backseat, trying to get up and look at her. I leaned against the door, my head resting on the window and Kat's body turned to look at me. She was sat in the passenger's seat. "Sorry about what?" she asked me, her eyebrows furrowed in questioning.
Sighing, I pushed some hair away from my face and saw Kat lick her lips. Her eyes were glued on me, trying to figure out what I would be sorry about. "About arguing with you the other day," I reminded her, keeping my voice calm and soft. "I didn't mean to make you sad, or uncomfortable," I explained, feeling the guilt color me and the image of her expression flash in my mind.
Kat's face softened, hearing my explanation and my words, she gave me a small smile and kept her eyes on me. "There's nothing to forgive, brother," she told me with kindness, weirdly, she reminded me of Mom by how she spoke. "But..." Kat brought up, having a feeling I wasn't going to like what was about to come. "You have been acting distant, like a brat and I'm curious what's wrong," Kat listed, making me feel like shit and all I could do was look around the car, trying not to meet her gaze.
Trying to think of something to say, I began to pull the air for anything to say to her. "I'm just," I sighed out, unsure of how to explain my emotions and what was going on with me. "I don't know," I told her, wondering what she would think if she was in my head right now. "Mad?" I asked her, shrugging my shoulders and meeting her gaze.
Kat's eyebrows furrowed, her eyes studying me carefully and she began to blink confusedly. "Are you asking me this question?" she asked me, testing me and trying to get an answer from me. "Carl, you've been telling me that I like Daryl," Kat stated, sighing, I sat up a little more comfortably and stared up at the ceiling of the car. "You've argued to Dad, and I can tell when you're keeping something from me," Kat argued, it was kind and concerned, but I wasn't in the mood for this.
"I don't want to talk about it," I spoke a little loudly, not wanting to speak about it and I knew my words came out a little harsher than they should have. Shit, I'm only making this worse. "Okay?" I asked her softly, shutting my eyes and taking in a deep breath. Exhaling, I opened my eyes and was met with her stare.
Kat stayed silent for a few moments, the pair of us staring at one another and not saying a word. "Well," Kat began, she tried to curl up and get comfortable for sleep. "If and when you're ready, I'm all ears brother," Kat informed me, which made me want to groan out and whine like a child. "Don't ever, be afraid to talk to me," she encouraged me, trying to make me talk to her about my problems and to open up to her.
Waiting, I sat there for a few mintues and slowly, I laid myself back onto the back seat. Keeping my back to her, I could hear her gradually drift into a deep sleep once again. "Sure," I mumbled to myself, keeping my voice quiet and trying not to wake her. "I'll keep that in mind," I sighed out, shutting my eyes and getting some rest.
DPOV
Entering the building, I was the last one to go in and I was the one to shut the door behind when we all saw it was secure. "They ain't here," Tony stated something which made no sense to me. "Nobody's been here for a while. Whoever was, they got all the gas," Tony informed everyone.
Revealing the cars, I knew the moment we stepped inside, we were in a mechanic's garage. "That don't matter," Joe told Tony, I pulled off a plastic cover and revealed an old looking car. My crossbow was placed on it, my plastic bag placed beside it. "We're getting closer. I can feel it," Joe rambled on, only making me more confused as to what they were talking about.
Suddenly, one of the guys came over, called out 'Claimed' and kicked my bag away from the car. Circling, I tried to find a car to spend the night, but everyone kept calling out 'Claimed.' Even the prick, Len, called out claimed cockily and sarcastically, turning to face me and outstretching his arms, like it was all a huge performace. All the cars were taken, so I did what anyone else would, I made my own little camp, settling on the ground and I was ready to go to sleep.
Just as I was getting comfortable, I heard a guy duck down and pick up a small piece of paper. He examined it for a second, smirking to himself and then looked to me. "Hey," the first guy to call claim said to me, holding the paper between his fingers and holding it out. "This fell out your back pocket," he told me, that was when I felt my heart drop. Kat's picture.
Quickly, I jumped to my feet and called out "Claimed!". But what surprised me, was that Len had called out claimed too. Len was faster, he got to the guy and snatched the picture from his fingers. Luckily, I was the fastest at calling my claim, especially for my stuff. Ain't no way that sorry prick is going to have the picture of Kat.
Len checked the picture out, a creepy smile growing on his face and making me want to cringe. "Ooo," he spoke, staring at the picture and glancing up at me. "Who's that perty girl?" he asked me, I rapidly snatched the picture from his hands and shoved it into my back pocket. "Was she the piece'a tail you left behind?" he questioned me, still not liking how he spoke of Kat. "That bitch that's on yer mind?" he continued to throw questions at me.
I tried to ignore him, but something got the better of me and I couldn't hold in my anger anymore. "Shut up," I snarled, trying to keep myself calm. "She ain't none of your business," I growled at him, pointing a finger at his face and turning my back on him. Kat wouldn't go for me, why would she ever go for this pathetic prick?
Len didn't drop it. "What's her name?" he asked me when I tried to walk away from him. "Bet you whisper her name at night," he teased, trying to poke fun at me and my feelings towards Kat. "Dreamin' about holdin' those perky titties of hers," Len said, making me feel disgusted of him. What a sick, twisted man. "Wonder if her ass is just as peachy as I can imagine it," he said which made my blood bubble and boil. What an asshole, I'm about to throw this jerk to the walkers. Listen to him get ripped apart.
The anger in me was difficult to control, I kept myself cold and dark. My glare was one that would of killed him, seeing as 'if looks could kill', he would be murdered a thousand times over. "Don't talk about her like that!" I threatened him, my eyes turned to slints and my expression was dark, of an evil and murderous nature.
Len's smile turned even more sickening, one that was perfect for a pervert that was sick and tormented in the head. "Or what?" he challenged me. Talk about Kat like that again, I'll shoot an arrow in your ass, throw you to the walkers and listen to you scream to your mother. Plead for help, cry for mercy. Cause I sure as hell ain't ever gonna save your ass.
Joe could sense I was about to kill him, pushing us back and I had only realized then, that I was face to face with Len. The pair of us challening each other, I was tense and he was prepared for some sort of fight. "Easy now, fellas," Joe tried to ease the tension. "Len, shut your pie hole," Joe spoke smoothly. "Daryl, calm down," he instructed of me. "You claimed the picture of your woman, you have the right to defend her image," he agreed with me. "But defending her honor when she's dead? That's a little exagerated," he said, as though Kat was meant to mean nothing to me. "Now, let's stop acting like a pair of pussies and sit your asses back down," Joe told us sternly, but he kept the tone light.
The pair of us moved away, Len got into his car and I laid myself on the ground. Trying to get some sleep, I had rest my head for a few hours and relaxed a little. Halfway through the night, I took a step outside and took a long and very much needed, piss. When I was done, I pulled out Kat's picture and stared at it. Her bright blues staring at me, her smile was heart warming and her black hair was still foreign to me. Only being able to imagine her with brown hair, her locks full of volume and long. I miss you...
Len was rummaging around in his plastic bag, searching for something. I was laying down, chewing on a cinnamon stick. "You've got to be kidding me," Len muttered, all I could hear was the bag rustling as he searched for something. "Christ," he grumbled. "Give it here," Len ordered me, stepping closer towards me and glaring down at me.
Instantly, I straightened up my back and stared up at him. Feeling my muscles tense, I didn't like the thought of him being too close to me. "You step back," I snarled at him, not liking the tone he was giving me and not wanting him to bother me. He really has it in for me. Stupid prick.
Len was shuffling on his feet, making a huge scene out of something. What the hell is wrong with him now? "My half was in the bag," Len growled at me. "Now it's gone," he revealed. "Now ain't nobody around here interested in no half a damn cottontail except you," he accused me of stealing. I got to my feet and began to pace around, I was being confronted and I had nothing to do with his half of the rabbit. "Ain't that right?" he asked me loudly.
The sound of his voice echoed around the room, Joe slowly crept closer, watching the interaction while the others made their way towards us. "You're the only one still thinking about that crap," I snarled, waving my arm around and pointing the finger back at him. I didn't steal nothin'.
He gritted his teeth, pointing to my bag, he stepped closer to it and glared at me. "Empty your bag," he commanded of me. Ain't no-one going to be bossing me around, not now. Not anymore. Screw you, Len.
Getting defensive, I crouched down and picked up my bag. Clutching it tightly, so that he couldn't take it and moved away from Len. "I said step back," I shouted, fed up with him picking on me and making me his target.
Joe slowly made his way towards me, taking the bag from me, he rustled it a little and searched for something inside it. "Did you take his rabbit, Daryl?" Joe asked me, looking at me dead in the eye. "Just tell me the truth," he pleaded in a calm manner, his voice soft and his tone gentle. This man is a very dangerous man.
I kept my eyes on his, my voice honest as I kept my words true. "I didn't take nothing," I told him, knowing that I didn't take no stupid rabbit. Why the hell would I stay mad about a stupid rabbit? Joe solved the problem, I now know the rules and I ain't some prick who'll steal something I don't need anymore.
Joe tipped over the bag, my shirt fell first, then my stash of cinnamon sticks, then a loud thump alerted me. When I looked to it, I saw Len's half of the rabbit's head dropped to the ground. The crazy asshole framed me! "What do we got here?" Joe spoke as he shook the bag. "Come on," he said when he saw the shirt and cinnamon sticks. "Well, look at that," Joe spoke, surprised to find the rabbit's head in my bag and now, on the ground.
I could feel the anger inside me again, trying not to let it bubble and pop, I glared at Len. "You put that there, didn't you?" I questioned him, seeing the smug look on his face when he saw the head drop to the floor. "When I went out to take a piss," I recalled, knowing I took too long outside and it was the perfect time to put it in my bag, without me noticing.
His eyes were glued to me, "You lied," he accused me. My anger was getting hard to control. This prick is getting on my last straw. This is strike three, believe me. He's going to be out. If it ain't gonna be by me, I hope a walker breaks him to pieces.
Shoving him, I shouted a loud "Didn't you?" as I got in his face. Intimidating him, showing him how pissed off I was and I didn't care. No one here was going to hold me back, in the prison, Kat would pull me away and tell me to calm down.
Len's teeth were bared, his hair a mess and his eyes wild. "You lied," he snarled at me. "You stole," he accused me, pushing me back and poking my chest at the same time. "We gonna teach this fool or what, Joe?" Len asked Joe, he was trying to scare me, taking a few shuffled steps in my direction. I ain't afraid of this lying, pathetic asshole. I ain't afraid of anything.
Joe quickly stepped between us, pushing Len away from me and I stepped away from them. "Whoa, whoa," Joe said as he pushed Len away from me. "Now, Daryl says he didn't take your half of the rabbit. So we got a little conundrum here," Joe explained to Len. "Either he's lying, which is an actionable offense," Joe spoke, turning to look at me and stared directly into my eyes.
Joe's voice was stern, a voice of authority and power. "Or..." Joe began, turning to Len and laughing at a thought he was probably musing on. "Or you didn't plant it on him like some pussy, punk-ass, cheating, coward cop, did you?" he asked Len questionably. "'Cause while that wouldn't be specifically breaking the rules, it'd be disappointing," Joe stated to Len.
Len's eyes darted at getting caught by his lie, his eyes were on me but suddenly flashed to Joe when he was accused of what he really did. "It would," Len agreed, which earned him a 'Mm-hmm' from Joe. "I didn't," Len lied through his teeth, his eyes glancing to me and away from Joe. Liar.
Joe listened carefully, answered a quick "Good," and tapped Len's arm. Just as Joe turned to look at me, "Well..." Joe said before he eblowed Len in the face. Len's groan echoed in the room, my body tense and reaction surprised. "Teach him a lesson, gents. He's a lying sack of shit. I'm sick of it. Teach him all the way," Joe ordered the men, the rest of them began to beat the life out of Len. "I saw him do it," Joe said, stopping to stand beside me and stared at the men beating the shit out of Len.
This surprised me, seeing as if he knew, he could of stopped the whole thing instantly. I didn't need a confrontaion, didn't want one and I would of been thankful without it. "Why didn't you try to stop him?" I questioned Joe.
Joe shook his head, a wide eyed expression colored his features and a shrug rose his shoulders. "He wanted to play that out. I let him," Joe informed me of his choice. "You told the truth," Joe stated, pointing to me. "He lied," Joe said pointing at Len, groaning and squirming on the ground. "You understand the rules," Joe spoke as he looked directly into my eyes. "He doesn't," he pointed out. Blows were landing, Len was groaning and Joe had nothing better to do, other than to pick up the rabbit head and toss it to me. "Looks like you get the head, too," Joe informed me, catching it and throwing my things back into my bag.
RPOV
We had been travelling all day, Kat and Carl had a discussion last night, I was feeling better and I saw Kat's wound was healing cleanly. Michonne was always making jokes with the kids, I tried to keep us all on track. "I think we got about a day's worth of water left," I told them as I walked ahead of the three behind me. "We're lucky it's cooled off a little bit, but..." I trailed off, turning to look back and finding something I wasn't expecting. "What are you doing?" I asked Kat and Carl, the pair of them balancing on the rails of the tracks as they walked side by side.
Carl glanced up at me, Kat was steady but Carl was wobbling around more than what Kat was. Michonne followed behind them, watching their feet and smiling at the pair. "Winning a bet," Carl spoke confidently, watching this made me smile and remember how they used to be, before the world went to shit. How they were always playing games, making bets and doing childish things. They're best friends, its what makes them special to each other.
Kat laughed, a single laugh but it made her smile widen. A big, bright set of teeth shown as she focused her eyes on the task ahead of her. "In your dreams," Kat teased her brother, I couldn't help the smile that was plastered to my face. The pair of them acting like they should, like children and having some fun. Makes me wish I had siblings, but truthfully...family doesn't end in blood. It's the connection, trust and love you share with them.
Carl smiled at Kat, peeking at her from the corner of his eye as the pair of them slowly made their way towards me. Michonne kept her distance, stalking closely and smiling at the pair of them. "I'm still on," Carl stated, but it was soon ruined as he reached out to try and push Kat, only for Kat to dodge him and he nearly fell off. Michonne stepped back, watching as Carl regained his balance.
Kat laughed triumphantly, making me chuckle and shake my head. Glancing behind them, Michonne gave me a smile and a small shrug. The look was one that told me she had no idea, that she was just as lost and confused as I was. "You spoke too soon, wise guy," Kat teased her brother and kept her eyes on the rails. Each foot carefully stepping over the other.
Making my way over to them, I tried to get them to hurry up and so that we could be on our way. "This might go on a while," I stated, hoping to see if Kat would see the point and maybe the pair of them would stop. "Maybe we can speed this up," I suggested, waiting to see what response I would get.
Kat's eyes looked up at me, the flash of blue was one that told me she caught on to my words. "Yeah, you're right," she agreed, a small smile gracing her features and carefully, she turned her head to meet Carl's stare. "Shouldn't be fooling around," Kat stated with a mischievious look in her eye. "We should probably-" Kat cut herself off, she leaned over to try and scare Carl, reaching out and shouted out his name.
Kat failed, stumbling and falling off the rail. Carl looked at her with a proud smile, even though I knew Kat was only doing it to make her brother happy and to speed up the game for me. "I win," Carl declared. "Pay up," he ordered of her, she reached inside the bag Michonne had and pulled out two chocolate treats. "Is that really the last Big Cat?" Carl asked after a few minutes of them staring at the food Kat held out for him.
Kat had the Big Cat hidden inside her palm, trying to keep it far from Carl, knowing it was both their favourites. Kat was offering him the Cruncho, but Carl's hand wriggled and got closer to the Big Cat. "Oh, come on," she whined at him, making me and Michonne laugh softly at the pair of them. Such children, but I wouldn't trade them for the world.
Carl's smile was one of pride and teasing, knowing he was going to take the Big Cat, even if Kat pleaded all she wanted. "Hey, but you said winner's choice," Carl said with a tone that was mocking her, one that made me shake my head at them. Michonne had her fingers on the zip of the bag she was carrying, her eyes watching the pair curiously and with a wide smile on her face.
Kat caught Carl off guard, quickly she threw the Big Kat towards Carl and gave him a look of her being defeated. "Go ahead, take it," she said as she threw the Big Cat at Carl, successfully he caught it. "It's yours," she stated with a small smile. "You won it fair and square," Kat told him as she placed the Cruncho into the bag and waited for Michonne to zip it up.
When Kat turned her back to look at Carl, he did something that seemed a little unexpected to her and it warmed my heart. "Come on, we always share," Carl stated, he had broken the Big Cat in half and offered one half to Kat. Kat's smile grew, I could tell she was very pleased to see her brother do this kind gesture and their eyes were light, glued to each other. That was a sweet thing he just did.
Kat couldn't resist the way Carl was being generous, she also couldn't resist their favourite chocolate treat. "Fork it over," Kat spoke, taking the snack from him and eating it together. The pair of them smiling, the interaction overall was something myself and Michonne were pleased to see, having this moment was one that made me proud to be their father. They need a little fun, as much as they need each other. Carl scrunched up the wrapper, threw it to the gound and we continued our way towards Terminus.
DPOV
Waking up the next morning, I glanced at the patch where Len once was, blood spills on the ground and no body to be found. We were all packed, ready to go and I was the last one out. Seeing the body of Len, he had an arrow in the head, his body all twisted and he was hardly recognizable. Doing the humane thing, I was about to place a blanket over his body, out of respect. Thinking it over, I chose to leave him be and kept moving. Piece of shit almost had me killed, he also had it in for me and tried to take Kat's picture from me. He can burn in hell, for all I care.
Joe had took a long swig from a silver flask, whatever was inside, he handed it to me. "White Lightning," Joe told me the name of whatever he had inside. "Easiest thing to make with the least amount of supplies," Joe informed me. "I'd start slow if I was you," Joe suggested, but I was already taking the longest swig I could from the container. "Your stomach's probably emptier than you think," Joe tried to explain as to why.
It didn't taste too bad, I could certainly feel the burn and taste the alcohol. "Mmm," I mumbled. "I ain't been lit at dawn since before everything fell apart," I told him honestly, myself and Joe had began to share everything. I trusted him a little more, but something about him seemed a little...weird.
We were walking in a small clearing, close to the tracks but far enough from it. "'Fell apart', I never looked at it like that," Joe told me, taking the flash from me when I handed it to him. "Seems to me like things are finally starting to fall together," Joe considered, his opinion was one I could relate to, but I wasn't completely sure. "At least for guys like us. Living like this, surviving. We've been doing this from the start, right?" Joe asked, which made me think about my childhood and agree to it in that perspective. I had a family before this, then the Governor came and tore down our fences.
We wandered closer to the others, they were all on the tracks, beside a sign and waiting for us. "Getting closer," Tony informed us. What the hell are we looking for? Seems to me, everyone's busy and trying to get as quickly as possible to a destination.
Getting closer to the sign, I stared up at it and read the words. Sanctuary for all, community for all. Those who arrive, survive. Terminus. "You seen this before?" I asked Joe, pointing to the sign and checking out the map. All the tracks lead to the same place. To Terminus. Who knew, a trainstation would be a safe place to go to?
Joe stared up at the sign, his eyes glued to it. "Oh, yeah," Joe answered. "I'll tell you what it is. It's a lie," Joe informed me. "Ain't no sanctuary for all. Ain't gonna welcome guys like you and me with open arms," Joe suddenly decided for himself and the rest of the men. They could never know, the people back at the prison welcomed me.
Following after his retreating form, I caught up with the others and thought over the choices I had. The memory of Kat was still in my mind, of everyone that welcomed me back with open arms, especially after I left them to be with Merle. "So is that where we're headed?" I asked Joe, thinking about Terminus and if I'd find anyone that survived the attack at the prison, if there were good people there and if they were good.
Joe's eyes were glancing around and we had been staying silent for a long time. "So now you're asking?" he questioned me in return. I answered him back with a quick, 'That's right', and left it at that. "We were in a house, minding our own business and this walking piece of fecal matter was hiding in the home," he began his small anecdote. "Strangled our colleague Lou and left him to turn," he told me of what this man could do, he sounded tough and sneaky. "Lou came at all of us. He lit out. We tracked him to these tracks, one of those signs, and thus we've got a destination in mind," Joe continued and concluded for me. Summarising what had happened and what this journey came about.
This had me wondering, curious as to who these men were chasing after and who it could be. Could it be the Governor? Did he survive and kill some more? It sounds like the Governor. Or Shane. But Shane's dead. "You see his face?" I asked Joe, curious as to if he could be the Governor, being able to tell them about it and maybe wanting to kill the asshole myself. If it's the Governor, I'm going to kill him. For Andrea, for Merle, for Hershel...and for Kat.
Joe shook his head, his eyes staring at the ground and his tone was one of serenity. "Only Tony," Joe informed me, making me glance up at Tony and watch him eyeing a tomato that was in the ground. "That's enough for a reckoning," Joe said, which made me act instantly and I rushed ahead of Tony.
"Claimed," I called out as I pulled out the tomato plant, ripping off the tomato, I spotted something on the ground. Big Cat. The view of it was a surprise, seeing as it was Kat and Carl's favourite chocolate snack. The wapper was stuck between the wooden palets, making me eye it and glance around us. Remembering Kat and Carl sharing the Big Cat, I studdied the men curiously. For a second, I had hope that Kat and Carl were still alive, that the man the group were tracking could have been Rick. Shaking my head, I followed and stayed silent. It can't be them. Kat's dead, so's Rick and Carl could be alone. Maybe, he's with Michonne, but for all I know...they're all dead.
So, surprised much? I post another chapter, literally a day after the last! I worked fast, but I worked hard. So, sorry for my mistakes! Anyway, thanks for all the support everyone! Let's say, if you're good with me, I'm better with you! 5 reviews again, please! I'm working on the final chapter, just as you're reading this!
Now, questions and then replies to reviews!
1) What did you think of this chapter?
2) What would you like to see happen in the next season?
3) Do you think Kat would get ran-over by the car, like Carol did in season 5?
4) Which actress do you imagine Kat to look like? (You can say Lori/Sarah's but it's will only be obvious)
5) If I said, I may have another TWD Daryl/OFC fanfiction idea, would you read it?
Now, replies...
Fangirl1510: I hope this was good enough! I'm glad you liked their journey, kissing will take a LONG time dear. Sorry!
EastDenise: Sadly, she looks more like Rick than she does her mother. But, she does have some small features of her mother, like her being slim and she's unique, seeing as she has both her Dad and Mom's genes. She's basically, a taller, older and female version of Carl. You know me, very well dear! I think I will definately be using Kat and not Carol, but there will be a little bit of a twist. We'll see what happens with the Grimes family, Michonne and Joe's group, along with Daryl! Haha! I think we all like a little piece of Daryl.
redangel2463: 1) Thank you! 2) Hmm, I've said it before. More like Rick, but slim like Lori. A female, older and female version of Carl. 3) Ooh, you have no idea dear! 4) Of course! 5) We'll see, but I already know, seeing as I'm typing it as you're reading this!
Hannah: 1) Thank you! 2) Close, but she looks more like Rick, slim like Lori and a female, older, taller version of Carl. 3) You've got that right! 4) They do need time together! 5) We'll see, well, you'll see, I already know! I'm writing it as you're reading this!
Guest: 1) Yeah, Daryl is missing his family and Kat, but he had to try and move on, for Beth and his sake. As for him seeing Beth as a sister, that's how I saw it and not as romance. Daryl just seemed...I don't know, distant. It's not like what he would have with an actual love interest, which, I think Kat works really well with him. As for him teaching Kat how to use the crossbow, maybe, who knows? I may kill her off before season 7? He might not have a chance, you never know!
2) Yes, I know it's you, because you write the longest reivews and they're always a pleasure to read. As I actually feel like I'm having a discussion, connecting and seeing what you guys want. It's why I love reviews, I get to see what you guys want. Even if some of you are dying for a Karyl kiss! As for actresses, have you thought of one yet? I have one in mind, but I'm not quite sure. It's for if anyone wants to make an fanmade videos for this story on YouTube, which I would truly love to see!
3) I'm very pleased to see you think this way, seeing as you think similarly to me. Daryl would of followed after Beth, if he didn't face a crossroad and not know where to go. All your points are absolute perfection. You're right about Grichonne, along with Daryl. We'll see what happens, but they will definately have a struggle and I'm going to tell you now...Kat and Carl are going to have one hell of a moment in that case with the others around. Maybe, Glenn will be there to comfort her? Or someone else, I'm still not sure.
4) I think, going for Kat is a safe route, seeing as Kat is someone that people will freak out over. Example is: Rick, Daryl, Michonne and Carl. The others will be worried, but they won't know what to do about it. Only follow orders and try their best to get one of their own back. Kat and Daryl will be doing some bonding, but it's going to be a little more...vulnerable for Kat. She's going to reveal something, one that will make a little more sense in later chapters.
5) I swear, I think you know me better than I know myself sometimes. With writing that scene, yes, Kat will do everything she can to keep Carl and Rick safe. But in that moment, Carl is her priority, seeing as she was close to being raped in Season 2, as well as it being her brother, she doesn't want it happening to him. Now, as it goes for the hug, I won't say anything, I may let them kiss, I might let them hug, or I could let them do nothing at all. So, we'll see what I'm going to do. (I already know what I'm going to do, I'm just trying to get you really confused)
Anna: 1) Thank you. 2) Close, except she looks more like Rick, but is slim like Lori. She's a female, taller and older version of Carl. 3) You got that right. 4) We'll see! 5) We'll see what happens.
Until the next 5 reviews, and next chapter, I'll be typing the final chapter of the season! So, please give me the 5 reviews I want, so that I can post before Sunday. Until then...
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HeroJustInTime90 xxx
