(Well seen as it is way too cold and snowy out to do much of anything I've decided to just stay home)
It took a few hours before the crowd started to dissipate but in the end it was only Carol and Sarah still standing on the deck.
"Please make yourself comfortable if you have any questions or find yourself lost just ask anyone around they will be happy to help." Sarah said jovially before she turned and left Carol to her own thoughts. Carol waited just long enough for Sarah to disappear down a flight of stairs before she began her investigation. For a moment she thought about asking any of the others but she at the moment she just wanted to keep her distance from them, they acted like they had always known her an to be honest she found their cheeriness more than a little unsettling. She vaguely wondered if this is how Daryl had felt when they had started to rely on him. Carol shook her head rapidly, this was no time to be thinking about the past she had herself a mission and she was determined to succeed before night fell.
Carol descended the stairs two steps at a time, the girl seemed as though she was trying to avoid everyone else so Carol figured that whilst everyone else was on the deck talking and celebrating this girl would have gone to the place farthest away. The farther down she went the more unnerving her surroundings became, the pristine white wall started to disappear to reveal rusted pipes and sparking wiring. The sunlight that shone through the many portholes that lined the hull also began to disappear until the only light came from the flicking lights lining the hall. The stairs finally came to an end at the beginning of a small hall in almost complete darkness. Carol made her way down the hall slowly afraid to make any noise at all she gripped her knife in her hands tightly ready to swing at any sign of trouble.
"What are you doing down here?" A voice asked from behind Carol nearly making her jump out of her skin. She spun around to see the girl from earlier standing behind her with a large binder in her hands, poised as though she had been ready to hit someone with it.
"Looking for you." Carol said sliding her knife into her own pocket before raising her now empty hands to show that she meant no harm. This seemed to satisfy the other girl as she lowered her own hands, arms holding the binder closely against her chest.
"Why?"
"I honestly don't know. All I do know is that I felt like I should, a sort of gut feeling I suppose."
"That's good, follow that feeling it will keep you safe in this world" The other girl said bringing her sleeve to her mouth as she began to chew on its edge once more. "At least that's what my Dad always told me."
"Is he here as well?" Carol asked glancing behind the girl anxiously, if this girl did decide to attack her Carol felt confident that she could win but if this girl had back up then retreat might be the better way.
"No" The girl said pulling her hand away from her mouth. "Last I heard he was going to Atlanta for the weekend. That was years ago though I don't know where he is now"
"Atlanta is over run if he was there when the infection hit then he's dead or worse, I'm sorry" Carol said taking a step forwards.
"He's alive."
"How do you know?" Carol asked taking another small step towards the girl.
"Because nothing can kill a Dixon but a Dixon."