A/N - Alright, I'm back with another chapter! I really appreciate constructive critcism, so if there is something that I can do better in my writing, please let me know!
Chapter 4
I run after the two and lag behind just a bit. I can already tell that they were both prepared for this kind of disaster. The way they walk and hold their weapons is what gives it away. "My names Rick by the way." The man says. He has a slight accent and I guess that he is from Georgia too. "My son is Carl." He continues. I nod and continue to walk with them.
As I observe more closely, I see that Michonne has only one weapon: A long sword. While Rick, is decked out in guns. I can spot at least two. I feel lousey with my puny little knifes.
More time passes in silence when the man finally breaks down. "Damn it!" he shouts. He punches a tree out of frustration and sinks down. He looks oon the brink of tears. "CARL!" he screams, hoping for a responce. The veins on his neck stick out and I feel pity all over again. When he yells his sons name again, Michonne puts her hand to her sword and shushes him. "Do you want to attract walkers?!" She hisses at him. Walkers, huh? Is that what they call them?
And then I see. A sherriffs hat about 15 feet away from where we stood. I point at it and Rick scrambles up and runs to it. "Its his..." he mutters. He is once again about to cry. "It could mean anything. It doesnt nececarilly mean hes dead." I say. I am an idiot for saying it, but the words were out before I could think. And Michonne gives me a look that reeks of the 'are you stupid? I cant believe you would say that' vibe.
My dog slowly walks over to Rick and begins to sniff his hands and the hat. It looks like hes going to punch Sir, but then I remember. "Sir was a police dog for a year. He was trained to sniff out scents." Rick pauses and then says
"So he could maybe find carl by the scent?" he says hopefully.\
"Maybe." I say. I try to sound just as hopefull, but I have doubts. I walk over and take the hat from Rick. I hold it out and let Sir sniff at it for a while. I didnt train him so I dont know how to make him search. But apparantly Rick knows because he pats Sirs head in a strange way and my dog immediately starts searching every tree and leaf with his nose.
"How did you know how to do that?" I ask.
"I was a police officer." He looked to intensely at my dog to say anymore. It looks like Sir got a good scent because he started trotting off in one direction and we followed close behind. I dont say anything, but Im worried because its getting dark and we are going deeper into the forest than i would like to go.
A/N - Gah! I know I said I would make this chapter longer, but i really liked how that last sentance turned out and I liked the little suspence it left. Sorry!