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It was night when we reached the dirt road. We kept walking the whole night though I told Rick he needed to rest he didn't wanted to stop. Rick was badly wounded, I got to check out the bullet wound in his leg and I made an improvised bandage so he wouldn't bleed out. His face was not severely injured, but he still had a black eye and some scratches here and there. I had to get myself together, containing the urge to cry my eyes out and not to make another scene in front of them. It was difficult to me.

We do not talk that much. And I was glad we would not start that conversation because it'll only make it worse for us to handle. But the reality was just one. We has lots our home, we maybe lost everything we had built. Well we just lost all. The only thing that kept me up was that we needed to find the others. I had the same feeling since we left the prison, I saw the building burned to the ground and though I felt like I was seeing a freaking apocalyptic painting, I had to accept the fact that it happened. My heart told me that all of them were alive. And that we will find them.

- Carl, Carl.

Rick was walking and had an arm around my shoulders; it was the only way I could help him to walk. I was grabbing him by the waist, making myself sure not to hurt him more. Rick had become a best friend to me and having him in that bad condition only made me worried like crazy. Carl wasn't helping that much, he was angry and wouldn't talk to us, not even when his dad called him multiple times, the kids only ignore him.

After a while walking, we reached the main road. We tried to take some food from an empty bar we found and after killing a walker, we took what we could and headed to our way again. I was tired, I mean, I was exhausted, I felt every single muscle of my body like screaming. And I needed to rest, like really tilt my head and sleep just for a while.

- Ah, Fuck it. — I complained, Rick gave me a look and Carl ignored me. — We should rest.

Rick sighed in exhaustion; he was about to trip on his feet when I tightened my grasp on his waist.

- Yeah, we need to — He said giving me a weak grin.

- Let's check out one of these houses, we may be able to get some shelter for the night.

...

And we did. The house was empty of walkers and after a few discussions between the two Grimes, we secured the doors and put the furniture blocking all the entries to the house. I remembered when we were in winter and we had to hide in a pretty house. The fancy house as Daryl called it. My heart clenched in my chest at the thought of him. I didn't want to think about him, I during all the day I tried to push every thought about him aside. Because I suddenly felt the urge to curled myself down and cried my heart out when his face came to my mind.

I could not look back.

Rick practically collapsed in the couch, and he slept while Carl and I checked the other rooms looking for something that could be useful for us. In one of the rooms there was a video games console and a bunch o games. Carl's face became brighter when he saw all of the video games. He rapidly took one of the controls and grabbed it with ease looking at it as it was something magnificent.

- Seems like there was a gamer here. — I commented, Carl looked up to me and almost smiled.

- It doesn't matter anymore — He replied with resignation. I sat on the couch that was in front of the big TV.

- Carl, hey, I know this is shit, I know we've lost our home. But we are alive. — He completely ignored me. — Carl, your dad is in bad shape, I got to go and look for medicines for him, and food.

He then looked at me again.

- I'll go with you.

- No, you stay here and keep an eye on your dad, don't open the door to anyone and make sure that there are no walkers around.

And then he chuckled for the first time since we left the prison.

- Don't open the door to anyone? Mary we're the only people alive in miles.

- You don't know that little man. — He scoffed as I said that.

As we look for other things in the house, I grabbed a couple of kitchen knives and we found some boxes of cereal. There was no milk but well, worse is nothing.

- Why are you so optimistic? — Carl asked while a checked on my shotgun.

- I'm not being optimistic; I'm trying to stay sane in this disaster we're living. While I'm outside, you already know what to do, huh?

Carl sighed in annoyance and nodded reluctantly.

...

I made my way to the desolated town and reached the little stores that surrounded the suburbs. Well, once this place maybe was a pretty place to live and have a normal life, but right now it was as empty as the rest of the state. Crashed cars with walkers inside, corpses trapped behind piles of broken bricks abs walls. It wasn't in fact a pretty view for a day.

My mind believed for the sun that it was already noon. So, even though I had time to scavenging I did not wanted to left alone Carl and Rick for much longer time. Good thing is that I found a backpack and almost two hours before dusk I had already filled up the bag with food, medicines and a couple of ammunition boxes I found.

Good thing was the streets of this neighborhood were all empty and there was a silence around the entire place. I did not think it was bad, but deep inside me I knew it was weird. I had my shotgun hanging in front of me and I felt the pressure of the knives I had hidden inside my jacket. Something wasn't okay, and I could sense it. After a moment of walking I heard it. The loading of a gun and steps. So I acted quickly, aiming my shotgun to the direction of the sound.

- Hey don't shoot, she's alive!

When I turned around still aiming my weapon a guy came out of a house nearby. He was all dressed up in black. Black jeans, black shirt, black boots and black leather jacket. He also got sunglasses and a bandana covering part of his face.

- Um, Hi. You can lower that I won't hurt you.

- Oh yeah? How can I trust you when one of your friends was following me?

- He thought you were one of the dead, we're sorry.

I didn't lower my shotgun, instead I tightened my grip.

- Is just you and that friend? — I asked.

- Yes, just the two of us, are you alone? — The other one came out of the dumpster he was using for hiding; this took off the bandana from his face. He had hazel eyes and a smug smile on his face.

- Hey, is okay, we're just passing by. You have a camp? — The one with the bandana revealed his face.

I smirked.

- I had one. Now is just me. – I lied.

- We could help you. — The hazel eyed one said. — I'm Logan, this idiot here is my brother Tristan. — The other guy smiled.

- Thanks, but I'm on my way. Nice to meet you. — I walked backwards still not taking my eyes away from the two guys. The one whose name was Tristan stepped up to me.

- Wait! We can help you, I mean you can join us if you're alone.

The two of them took off the weapons they had. Two guns and some knives and they put them on the pavement. At the sight of that, I slowly lowered my shotgun but immediately grabbed the knife inside my jacket without pulling it out.

- Will you tell us your name? — Logan which had green eyes and black hair and a baby face though I suppose he was around my age, asked.

I snorted, wiped out my brow and looked at them carefully. If they make any sudden move I'd have my knife stick in their throat at a second.

- I'm Mary.

Hey guys! Sorry for the amount of time it took me to post this chapter but I had a lack of inspiration. But a couple of nights ago I started to write again, this two new characters will only have a short appareance (for now) and well I hope you dont stop reading this story.

I am going to post the next chapter this same week.

See you next time and don't forget to tell me what you thing about this chapter in the reviews :D