The Walking Dead: I Can Only Carry So Much

by Just a Writing Addict

Anna is just a kid,she never met her dad and her mom wasn't the best at her job. But now the world surrounding her is no place for a child to be. With death,gore,killing,and no family Anna is alone in this world. Things begin to get better when she joins a group,but she's horrified to get close,and she hates being alone.

7. Chapter 7

Following the girl's directions was easy enough. We emerged from the tree line around the evening time. In front of us was a large farm,fence surrounding the perimiter. "Must be it." I said,adjusting the strap of my backpack to a more comfrotable position.

We went closer until we were at the front door of the house. Dale rapped his knuckles nervoulsy on the door. The door slowly opened up,a blonde lady peeking out at us. "Hello. Are Rick and Lori here?" Dale asked. The lady nodded,opening up the door for us. The house was very clean. and everyone in the house was clean to. I felt out of place in the home with my soiled pants,my unevenly tanned skin,and my tangled hair.

The lady handed us each a large container. "These are tents for each of you. Carl will take some time to recover so Hershal has agreed to let you stay until he is fit to travel again. " Dale thanked her and we began to set up our tents in the yard. Daryl drifted apart from the rest of the group,setting up his tent far away from the rest of us. I ignored it and proceeded to set up my tent.

"Patrica said for me to collect your laundry." I said flatly to Dary,plopping down the laundry basket in front of him. He huffed and grabbed a pile of old clothes. He dropped the articles of clothing in the basket and got back to sharpening his knife. "May I ask why you set up so far away?" I asked,balancing the basket on my hip. He huffed. "Maybe I don't like sleeping in the same place as all of ya'll."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh please. What if the place gets overrun and you're all the way out here." "I'll survive." "Yeah but what if you dont?" I said,I knew how to push someone's buttons. "I'll be fine okay?" "What if you're not?" "JUST LEAVE ME ALONE KID!" He roared. I scoffed. "Have fun surviving cross bow guy." I said,picking up the basket of clothes and heading to the house.

I don't know why I liked annoying Daryl so much. But I resented him for some reason. I didn't know why. I mean,there was a reason. But I couldn't think of it. It was like trying to grab hold of an object that was constantly moving.

I finished setting up my tent and thew my bag down. I sighed and laid back on a stack of pillows Patrica had given me. I stared at the roof of my tent. Mosquitos buzzed around the top. I licked my lips and folded my hands behind my head. it had been a long day. On top of Carl being shot Sophia was still missing. "Hey." A voice said from the entrance to my tent. I jumped,seeing the girl who had ridden the chestnut brown horse. "Jesus! What?" "Dinner's in the house." I nodded and got up,following her into the house where I sat between a girl named Beth and Carol. Dinner was a silet affair. There wasn't much to talk about really.

Tense. I finished dinner and pushed my plate away. "May I be excused?" I asked,Patrica nodded and I went back to my tent. I un-zipped the flap and entered,laying on my sleeping bag. I listened to the chirping of the crickets,the smell of the crisp summer air,and I closed my eyes.