The next morning I was upstairs changing Colt while Carl, Jamie, and Michonne were downstairs eating breakfast. I went downstairs and Michonne and Carl told me they were going to look for supplies and they're taking Jamie, too. I agreed and gave Jamie the emergency bag to put stuff in and said goodbye to them and they left. I helped Rick move the couch back and then helped him bandage his side before giving him a shirt and helping him to a bed upstairs.
"Rest." I ordered before going back downstairs.
I started sorting through the bags, taking out the dirty clothes. I went upstairs and grabbed a my dirty shirt to wash. I grabbed Colt's bag and mine and put them back in the bedroom and saw that Rick was asleep. I went into the boy's bedroom that Carl liked and saw a few comic books. Carl would need something to do, so I grabbed a few I knew he hasn't read and shoved them into my bag. I smiled before grabbing Colt and returning to the bedroom where Rick was sleeping.
A few hours later I heard the front door open and close and I stood up. I was about to go downstairs to greet Michonne, Carl, and Jamie when I heard men's voices. I quietly returned to the room, put the bags around my shoulders and shook Rick awake as someone screamed.
"They're men down there." I whispered.
"Stay quiet." Rick replied.
I just pray that my child doesn't cry.
Rick stood up and went to the door as footsteps came up the stairs, he turned around, "Get under the bed."
I went under the bed with Rick and Colt and held my breath. Rick grabbed his water bottle and book from the table a few seconds before someone walked in. The person kicked Rick's other shirt across the room and opened the closet. He shut the door before going over to the dresser. The pair of boots walked right over to the end of the bed.
I noticed that Rick was shaking and I gripped his hand. The man laid down on the bed and the mattress dipped on Rick's head. A man downstairs announced that his group would be staying here for the evening.
How are we gonna get out of this one?
The man on the bed started snoring and we heard another person coming up the stairs as we tried to get out so we, again, his under the bed.
"Yo." The approaching man called out, "Comfy?"
"You waking me up to see if I'm comfortable?" The man on the bed asked.
"I want to lie down." The other man stated.
"Two other bed rooms up here to choose." The man replied.
"Them's kids' beds. I want this one." The other man responded as he came into the room more.
"It's claimed."
"I didn't hear it. You gonna have to lay claim somewhere else." The other man replied.
The two men started fighting next to the bed and started punching. The man from the bed fell to the ground, right in front of us. Luckily he didn't notice us until the other man punched him and his head snapped to the side and he looked at us with wide eyes.
"Len! Len stop!" The man begged but Len continued to choke him.
The man closed his eyes and stopped moving. Either he was dead or unconscious. I couldn't tell which. But it did tell us one thing. These men were dangerous.
"My bed now, jackoff." Len said before lying down.
The man in front of us on the floor was still breathing, so that meant his was unconscious. When he wakes up, he's gonna tell his group about us. It wasn't long until Len was asleep, so got up from the bed, barely dodging his foot. We were so lucky Colt hasn't started crying yet.
"Ton, Len, get your asses down here!" I heard a man yell from downstairs.
We quietly left the room as an older man with a tennis ball started walking up the stairs and went into the boy's bedroom.
"Yo, you hear me?" The man asked.
We backed into the small side room where the bed was and the man walked in and you could hear stuff falling to the floor. The man almost walked into the small room. He stopped in the doorway and bounced his tennis ball on the wall before leaving and I let out a quiet sigh of relief.
I bounced Colt slightly to keep him quiet as Rick tried to open one of the windows.
"Claim, claim, claim!"
"Shut the hell up!" I heard Len shout, "I'm trying to sleep."
"There's a woman shacking up in here." I heard another man say.
My eyes widened. Were they talking about me? I remember leaving a few of my clothes downstairs. That had to be mine. Or maybe it was Michonne's. She did wear a new shirt this morning.
"Say what?"
"Come on down."
"She hot?" Len asked.
"Don't grab your pecker just yet. She ain't here."
Rick and I went back in the main part of the bedroom and he grabbed a trophy from a shelf.
"What the hell you hollering about?" Len asked.
"Found her shirt. Must've washed it this morning. Smells good."
They were talking about me.
"Oh, you found a shirt? She could be miles away by now." The man with the tennis ball said.
While this conversation was going on, Rick and I have been silently moving room from room.
"Why'd she go to all the trouble of washing a shirt when she's just gonna ditch it?" A man replied.
"She'll be back."
"I call first when she gets here." Len said and I gulped.
"Who knows who else she got with her. We need to be ready for anything. Len, take the side room."
"Hold on, let me get a gun." Len answered.
Rick and I moved back into the other bedroom with Tony still unconscious so Rick could grab the gun. But once we heard that they were gonna grab their gun, we bolted back into the bathroom as Len walked back up.
"Rick." I whispered, seeing a man on the toilet.
Rick and the man fought quietly and I stepped back into the tub so I wouldn't get in the way. Rick choked the man before throwing him to the floor and taking his gun. He stood up and helped me back to the floor before quietly opening the window. He grabbed the bags I conveniently had on my shoulders and quietly put them on the roof before taking Colt.
I went on the roof before taking Colt back and Rick came out with scissors, the gun, and the man's jacket. He put the jacket on before trying to quietly get onto the porch. Trying.
The gutter squeaked and Rick dropped to the deck and had himself against the wall, out of my sight.
"Hurry." Rick whispered, coming back into sight.
I carefully handed him Colt before jumping much more quietly and we went down the steps. We went around the side of the house and into a corner where the front porch met the actual house until we heard the door open and the tennis ball bouncing on the floor. Rick looked on the porch and quickly ducked his head down and motioned me to stay down.
The man spat on the dirt and sat on the railing before he started whistling. I looked around the foundation of the house and saw Carl, Jamie, and Michonne approaching. Rick put his hand on the wood floor of the porch and was ready to shoot the man.
He was just about to do it before there was a walker snarl and screaming going on inside the house.
"Son of a bitch." The man with the tennis ball said before going inside.
Rick helped me up before we ran towards the three, "Go! Go!"
We ran down the street and started walking on the train tracks while Rick explained what happened.
"Crazy cheese?" Carl asked Michonne an hour later.
Michonne smiled at him before he put it away and I spotted a sign on a train car. I stopped before going up to it.
"Sanctuary for all. Community for all. For all those who arrive survive." Jamie read.
"What do you think?" Michonne asked Rick.
"Let's go."