A bit of writer's block but I've been able to beat it lol.

"Get in the damn car!"

Sunday could feel her brother's hand on her back.

"Kyle, Kyle, what are we gonna do?" Carrie gripped onto Jason's jacket. She couldn't stop crying.

"Shut up and stay quiet." Kyle ordered.

Her brother started the car and began to drive off. Roy sat in the front with Kyle. Sunday sat in the back with Carrie and Jason.

Carrie sniffed and dug her face into Jason's shoulder.

"We need to get to the school."

"Fuck, the school, Kyle. We're not going anywhere crowded. I say we go to the recording studio."

"You dumbass, that's in town. That'll be ten times more packed."

"We're not going to the damn school. So we can be overrun by those things."

"Well, where the hell are we gonna go then?"

"The abandon school?" Sunday finally piped up. "I don't know. I think that would be the safest place, you know?"

"Yeah, yeah..." Kyle turned to Roy, who nodded in a agreement.

The streets were rampart.

All Sunday could see where those things chasing people.

Those things...

One of them noticed the car and immediately slammed itself against it.

Carrie screamed.

Jason shoved his hand over her mouth. "Shut up! Shut up!"

Pop.

Pop.

Krsssh!

Bullets crashed through the windshield. Roy shook, then his arms dangled to the sides of the passenger's seat.

"Roy?" Sunday jumped forward. "Roy!"

His head was slumped to the side as blood began to splay across his chest. "Roy! Roy!" Sunday shook him. "Roy!"

"Stop it!" Kyle yelled back. He was shot in the arm.

"So, the barns full of Walkers."

The air shifted.

Everyone was glaring up at Glenn. Not in a menacing way. But in an unbelievable way.

"Wanna repeat that?" Sunday had been here for a week already.

"T-the barns full of Walkers."

Rick was the first to get up.

Shane was beyond pissed. He walked back and forth around the group as he attempted to persuade the group to leave. Carol wasn't leaving without Sophia. Shane believed Sophia was dead. Daryl didn't believe that. Not after he'd just found her doll a few days ago. Shane blamed Daryl; saying he scared her off. Daryl was going to jump. He felt an hand firmly grip his bicep. He expected it to be Carol but instead it was Sunday.

Her look was as stern as her grip.

Rick was trying his best to keep the group calm.

But Shane refused to listen to reason.

Same with Andrea.

Dale knew. Dale wanted to say something but let Glen take the lead.

Shane continued to yell.

The barn doors slammed. The Walkers were trying to get out. Carol grabbed onto Sunday's arm and pulled her away as she, Lori, and the others did.

Shane wouldn't stop circling the barn.

Sunday was crying almost as much as Carrie. But Carrie was bawling. She gripped onto Jason's jacket and bawled. Roy was dead, their car was gone, and they were currently trudging through the woods. The abandon school. That's where they were headed. No matter on foot or in car, Kyle didn't care. He just wanted to get his family to safety.

"Your arm." Sunday reached out to him. "We need to fix your arm."

"No, Sun." Kyle denied as he pulled away from her. "We need to get to the school first."

"Kyle," She asked timidly.

"What?"

"Do you think mom and dad are dead?"

Kyle didn't answer. He kept walking. He didn't look back at her either.

She didn't ask again.

Sunday's knuckles were bleeding through her gauze.

"This is bullshit." She whispered as she looked out the window of Dale's RV.

"What?" Andrea questioned as she looked at her.

"I said, this is bullshit." She admitted. "Like, total bullshit."

"What is?"

"Shane's pissy-ness."

"He's worried."

"He's overacting."

"So you're fine with their being Walkers in the barn?" Andrea furrowed her brows.

"Have we been eaten by one of them?" She countered.

"No, but what if-."

"Don't." Sunday stopped her. "Don't give me some bullshit what if scenario when nothing's happened yet. You guys have stayed long enough on this farm without knowing about the barn and you guys haven't been attacked or killed."

"That doesn't stray from the fact that he thinks they're sick people." Andrea added.

"Okay? And? I'm pretty positive he's still aware that they're dangerous." Sunday argued. "He kept them in the barn because he knows they're dangerous. And he knows how to keep his distance. Sure, he's foolish to think there might be a cure, but at least he's cautious."

Andrea shook her head. "Think what you want. I'm not living on a farm where Walkers are given a better home than us." She got up to exit the RV.

"Then leave." Sunday called as Andrea was off. "She seems like a brat."

Dale, who was shuffling in the back of RV, suddenly appeared with the bag of guns. He looked at her and smiled. "Know that I agree with you."

Sunday smiled, but pointed at the guns.

"I don't trust Shane." He admitted. He then put his finger to his lips.

She winked and wiggled a cigarette in front of her. He nodded, then walked off the RV.

Sunday lit her cigarette.

Not thirty minutes later, Shane barged through the RV. He checked under the table and stomped to the back. Sunday inhaled her cigarette. As she pulled it from her lips and exhaled, Shane was next to her. His hands on her hips.

"Where's Dale?" He demanded.

"What?" She turned to him.

"Don't what me, where's Dale?"

Sunday hummed and shrugged. "I haven't seen him."

He slammed on hand on the table and one behind her. "That's bullshit because Andrea said Dale was in here, now where is he?"

"I don't know." She narrowed her eyes. "I didn't even know he was in here."

"You've been here a week. You're in no position to lie to me right now."

She didn't answer. Just glared up at him.

He backed off and rubbed his mouth with his hand. "Sunday,"

"Yes, Shane?" She answered sarcastically.

He reached out and grabbed her shoulders. He pulled her close to him and shook her. "You listen to me and you listen-." He was cut off by a burning sensation in his arm. He shoved her to the floor.

Sunday still had a good grip on the cigarette.

He slapped his hand to his arm, which was currently burning.

Sunday got up and leaned herself against the wall. All her bruises were screaming now. "Don't you ever put your hands on me again. Or next time, I'll put my cigarette out in your eye."

He grunted and stomped off the RV.

She could hear him yell at Glenn.

The school was overrun.

Those things were everywhere.

"Just kidding then." Sunday whispered.

"Fuck," Kyle whispered back. "Fuck."

"Where do we go now?" Carrie cried. "Where do we go?"

"I-I don't know. Lemme think. Give me time."

"We don't have time, Kyle." Jason growled. "I say we go home. We go to your house."

"And how the fuck are we gonna get there, Jason? You tell me."

"We run."

"Kyle barely has enough strength to walk, Jason." Sunday defended.

"He got shot in the arm. Not the stomach. He'll be fine."

"He hasn't stopped bleeding. He probably hit an artery or somethin-."

The bushes rustled.

Kyle immediately moved in front of Sunday and the others. He began to back up. "We run on three."

"One,"

Sunday's heart was pounding in her ears.

"Two,"

The thing came out of the bushes. It gasped and groaned.

"Three."

They turned and ran.

Here's a little backstory for Sunday! More to come soon! R&R!