Okay, so I know some of these chapters are short, but I have longer ones. So there's that. Happy Reading!
Chapter 2
Izabella skipped happily alongside Amy as she held her hand and carried the bucket of mushrooms they had picked. "Got a lot for me?" Lori asked as Amy dropped the bucket in front of her.
"How do I know what ones are poisonous?" Izzy gave the older girl a look.
"How come ya go 'shroom huntin if ya don know what ones ya kin eat?" She asked her. Amy looked at Lori as they held in their laughter. The little one was a Dixon, and she had the biggest temper of them all when she wasn't being taken seriously.
"Izzy," Carol called to her "Come down to the quarry with me"
"Okay miss Carol." On their way down Carol looked down at Izzy with a serious look. "Your bother Daryl said to stay by me or Lori at camp sweetheart. It's not safe for you in the woods." Izzy looked up at Carol.
"Miss Carol. It ain't safe for no one anywhere, big or little." Carol smiled at the little one who was wise beyond her 4 years. Daryl had told her that her mother had gotten sick and turned in front of her. 'She's seen too much for a kid this age.' He'd told her. 'I can try and shield her from it, but what's the use of that?'
"It may not be safe for anyone. But there are people here who know how to keep you safer than you would be in the woods. Stay by me or Lori until Daryl or Merle comes back." Izzy regarded her again. She liked Carol and Lori, but they were busy sometimes and their kids Carl and Sophia were too old to play with her. She liked going into the woods with her Amy. The two had grown close since they had met. Izzy had never had a big sister before; just her Momma.
"Can't Amy keep me safe too?" She asked, Sophia was okay too, but she didn't venture from her mother very much to be a big sister...and Carl was a boy.
"Not until Andrea gets back. Amy is just a kid herself Izzy. Promise me you won't go into the woods any more until your brothers get back. Amy or no Amy. No even with me or Lori. Alright?" Izzy nodded in agreement.
"A'right Miss Carol." She smiled up at the older woman and showed her two tiny rows of baby teeth. She was so small for her age, just like Sophia had been...and still was. Her soft blonde hair was in a ponytail on top of her head, well the parts that hadn't fell in wispy strands around her face. Her brown eyes looked as if they could see past someone and into their soul. Carol felt the little girls small hand wrap it's self in hers, trusting her to keep her safe. If only she could do that for this little one and her daughter.