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After talking with Glenn I made a decision and I knew that it was the best for all of us, they deserved to know where they were living.
I took my shotgun and didn't get inside the house but walked towards the campsite, Glenn was reluctant at first but after telling the news to Dale turns out he knew and had talked about it with Hershel.
Now I was pissed.
- So he thinks they are sick, not dead, that's what Maggie told me.
- We need to tell it to the others - Said Dale - How come you didn't know?
- I just didn't know - I answered.
- What do we do? – Glenn asked.
- Tell them, but after breakfast not before - I tightened the grip on my gun and turned around.
- What're you gonna do?
- Talk to him - I said and walked to the house.
I left the shotgun on the door. Maggie was in the kitchen and when she saw me, she knew that I knew. Her green eyes were filled with worry and I couldn't help but looked at my friend with disappointment.
- Mary, is not my fault.
- Why no one told me about it?
- We were going to tell you but...
- You were? Maggie I've been here for months for fuck's sake - I just couldn't believe it.
- It wasn't my decision telling you or not, I'm sorry I know that my dad is wrong about those things but is not up to me.
She was right, it wasn't her fault or her decision on telling me and my sister what was in the barn. But I still felt concerned, they lied to me, well it wasn't lying but they hided it from us.
- Dale knows too, he talked to your dad yesterday and tried to change his mind - A startled look captured her face.
- Dad won't allow that - She paused immediately swallowing harshly.
- I got it; I know he thinks they're sick.
- Mary is not only that - I furrowed my brows looking at her - My stepmother and stepbrother are in that barn.
I gasped, this was worse than I thought.
I tried to have a normal day, I really tried. But that wasn't the case because first I just couldn't feel safe anymore. I have dealt with the monsters when Effy and I were on the roads and I seen the horrible things those creepy creatures were capable to do. I didn't want to think about one of those "sick people" getting out of the barn a attaching one of us. And come on there were kids here, this was stupid even over thinking it. I felt sorry about Hershel but he was wrong, the walkers were monsters, dangerous and a threat to all of us. I needed to talk to Hershel immediately. He maybe was going to hate me for what I was about to tell him, but that was better than getting ourselves killed.
I found the old man near the pond, He was with Jimmy and Beth who were picking some berries and a wild fruit, Beth was the first who noticed me.
- Why are you carrying that thing? - I had the large gun on my back.
- You know what I think about carrying guns in the farm - Said Hershel glancing at me with a questioning look. I couldn't contain myself so the words just spilled out of my mouth.
- I know the barn is full of walkers.
The three of them stopped what they were doing and looked at me. Hershel was the only one who kept the serene face.
- Walkers? You've been spending too much time with that people - The old man said to me, this was going to be difficult - Jimmy, get Beth in the house.
I stopped the teenager in his track.
- No, they will listen too. Hershel those things aren't sick, I spent two weeks outside surviving with Effy, and the only way of not getting our guts eaten was putting a bullet right through their heads, we were relieved when we found this farm, and now I don't know if I can feel safe in the place I get to call home.
- You don't have to be scared or worried dear.
- Oh is not about me I'm worried - I looked at the teens, still standing there without moving - I'm worried about my sister, about Maggie and Beth, Jimmy and Patricia, I'm worried about the group and about the kids and I'm worried about you.
Turning around I started walking heading to the campsite. I had to stop for a moment near the barn; something inside me didn't want to believe that they were keeping walkers locked in there, so I got closer and just when I was really close I felt it. It was the smell at first, putrid and disgusting. And after a while I heard it, the roaring and moaning, the inhumane sound of the deads. They smelled me too, because they were suddenly pushing the barn's doors.
I felt the bile in the back of my throat and stepped back getting away of there. Walking backwards I almost stumbled into something.
It wasn't something but someone. I stumbled against Daryl Dixon pushing him without seeing.
- Oh my God, did I hurt you?
- I'm fine; ya should watch where ya going - His raspy voice awoke me from my thoughts.
- You shouldn't be out of bed, you need rest - I said concerned. He just shrugged like it was nothing important.
- Ya shouldn't be so close of that.
- I was just making sure that it wasn't a bad joke - He smirked looking at the barn.
- Ya look pale.
Suddenly I remembered that I haven't eaten anything since that glass of milk at six in the morning.
- What time it is? - I asked.
- Almost noon, you okay? - My head was spinning, I felt my hands cold and Daryl's voice was somehow too far - Yer fainting!
I didn't faint in front of him but while I felt the dizziness, Daryl grabbed me by the arm and shaked me lightly. He pushed away the hairs off my face with rough fingers and I couldn't help but shiver at his touch. He dragged me to the house muttering something about little girls and other things I couldn't comprehend.
I sat in the porch and he walked through the door, after a moment he came back handing me a glass of lemonade.
- Thanks - I felt better after drinking the juice and stupid at the same time - Sorry about that, I think I forgot to eat.
He grunted and looked at the field. The silence grew around us, only the sound of the wind was audible. I haven't felt this way in many days.
Peaceful.
- Mary?
Effy came out of the house and looked at us with a questioning stare. Her blue eyes glanced at Daryl and a smug expression passed over her pretty face.
- Effy this is Daryl, Daryl this is my sister Effy - the archer looked at her and nodded as a greet, quickly returning his eyes at me.
- Ya sure ya won't pass out again? — I smiled at him; this rude man was a box of surprises.
- I'll be fine, thanks for saving me - He nodded and walked away from the house.
I focused my attention to my sister, who was still there unmoved.
- What? – She asked.
- You need to watch your manners Eff.
- Is he the Daryl that you and Maggie were talking about?
- The one and only - She sat besides me, smirking at me and tilting an eyebrow.
- He's a redneck.
- Don't call him that.
- You like him - she smiled widely.
I had my lunch and was about to get a short nap when I heard people speaking outside. Walking out I found the group in front of the house. I thought maybe they were looking for Hershel but I was wrong, Shane had a bag with guns and he was walking towards us.
- Are you with me man? - Shane asked at Daryl handing him a shotgun.
- Where's Dale? – Andrea asked.
- He's on his way, you got yours?
- Yes… - She said looking unsure.
- Time to grow up! There was one thing sitting around here picking daisies when we thought this place was supposed to be safe but now we know it ain't - He handed another gun to Glenn - What 'bout you man? You gonna protect yours? - Glenn took it reluctant. - Can you shoot? - He asked Maggie.
- Can you stop? - Maggie spoke, with an angry stared to Shane - You do this, you hand off this guns my dad will make you leave tonight.
Carl walked out of the porch.
- We can't leave Shane!
- We're not going anywhere okay, and Hershel he's gon'to understand he's gonna has to.
- This is not the way of doing things - I said, walking to him - You can wait for him and talk, but you have to stop this and keep your cool.
- Seems like you couldn't keep your own cool, doll, you're already armed. - I crunched my teeth and stepped back. He crouched in front of Carl handing the kid a pistol but Lori pushed his son behind her.
- Rick said not guns, this is not your call, this is not your decision to make — Lori hissed at him.
- Oh shit!
When T-Dog shouted and we all looked back, I thought I was hallucinating. Rick and Hershel were getting out of the woods and they were dragging two walkers towards the barn.
Shane was furious and started running to them, the others following him. I looked over and stopped Carl and Sophia in their tracks. I motioned at Effy.
- Eff, Get the kids inside! - Carl protested while she took them and I ran to the mess happening here.
Taking my weapon I stared at the fight taking place in front of us. Shane was shouting to Hershel and when he aimed at the walker and shot I knew the man was out of his mind.
- Stop this! - Rick yelled still dragging the walker.
- Why is still coming?! — He shot again — that's the heart and lungs! Why is still coming?!
- Shane enough! - Rick yelled again.
- Aye you're right man that is enough - He shot at the walker's head, the dead thing falling to the ground.
I thought it was over, but I was completely unaware of the intention that Shane had. All around me was a disaster, Rick was yelling at Hershel who was on his knees looking consternated while Maggie was holding him. Beth was already crying her eyes out with Jimmy holding her and the rest of them were already aiming at the barn, except for Lori, Carol and Patricia that had stepped back. I haven't realized or noticed that Shane had opened the doors and the walkers were limping outside.
I couldn't aim my gun, I just couldn't move. The gunshots started and I was heavy breathing. This wasn't the right way. Shane was completely nuts and he needed to be stopped. My ears were buzzing at the sound and suddenly everything was silent again.
The deads were on the ground and the green grass was stained with dark blood.
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