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Song: Foxes - Shoot Me Down.

~ Chapter 4 ~

Violet walked out of the farmhouse with Patricia and she looked over at her and smiled. She was coming to terms with Otis's death and so was Violet. Though she still believed that Shane had something to do with his death, but she wasn't going to run around and point her finger at him, incase she was wrong.

They headed down the hill and towards the chicken pen. Violet could see Lori and Carl with some chickens. Violet was glad that Carl was up and around, but Carl hadn't come to see her yet and she had a sneaking suspicion that Lori had told him to stay away from her.

Patricia handed a bucket over to Violet and she nodded in thanks. Patricia held open the creaky, wooden door and Violet stepped inside. Patricia flashed Lori a weak smile and Violet avoided complete eye contact with her, but she didn't miss the look Lori gave her son. Lori and Carl both turned away from them and Patricia nodded at her.

Violet crouched down and picked up one of the chickens and she discreetly walked out of the small hut. Patricia did the same and followed her out. They quickly walked around the back and headed into the small shed with all the tools in.

Violet looked through the small hole in the shed and she could see Lori and Carl talking to each other. She looked back at Patricia and gave her a confirming nod and she smiled, lightly petting the chicken.

Violet hated the next part and she closed her eyes, and snapped the chickens legs and Patricia did the same. The sound made her cringe and she felt sick rise in the back of her throat. She hated doing this, usually Hershel and Patricia do it, but Hershel has been too caught up with everything else on the farm.

They put both of the chickens in the sack and then Patricia carried it over to the wheel barrel. Violet grabbed the handles and Patricia held open the door and they made their way down to the barn. Nelly came running past them and they both froze, watching her sprint past the barn. They both carried on and then Patricia pushed the gate open for Violet and then they carried on towards the barn.

Patricia went to climb up the ladder, but Violet reached out and grabbed her arm, shaking her head at her. She took the sack out of the wheel barrel and she climb up the ladder. She walked along the broken boards of the platform and stepped inside. She looked down at the walkers, groaning for food. She blinked back her tears, when she saw the young walker Otis and her had brought in about a week ago. She grabbed the ends of the sack and let the chickens fall from it and land on the dusty floor.

The walkers raced over and began to rip into the small chickens. Violet could hear the crunching of bones and it made her cringe, sending a shiver down her spine. She dropped the sack on the floor and then stared back down at them once more and then turned away. She climbed back down the ladder and Patricia grabbed her hand, flashing her a friendly smile.

...

Violet sat down on the porch steps and she watched Glenn standing on the other side of the field, looking through his binoculars at the barn. Violet rolled her eyes, he was making it way to obvious that something was wrong. Her and Maggie had begged him to stay quiet, telling him he doesn't understand.

Violet played with her knife and she watched him closely. He kept looking around nervously, and she knew he was going to crack sooner or later, but she was going to make sure that she stopped him before he told everyone.

Maggie walked out of the door and she sighed. Violet patted the spot next to her and she sat down, putting the basket down on the floor.

"He's makin' it way too obvious," Maggie said.

"I know," Violet replied.

"I'm gonna' go say somethin' to him," She picked up the basket of laundry and she marched on over to him.

Violet got to her feet and she walked over to the camp by the trees. She saw Dale and T-Dog by the RV. Dale smiled over at her and T-Dog nodded as a greeting.

"How are you feeling?" Dale asked.

"I'm fine," She smiled back at him.

"You sure, you look a bit on edge?" T-Dog said, messing with the bandage on his wrist.

"Just a stressful morning," Violet rubbed her forehead, thinking about the barn. "Nothing that I can't handle."

Andrea stepped out of the RV and she smiled over at her. She was carrying a book and she headed over to one of the tents. Violet looked back at Dale and raised an eyebrow.

"Daryl moved back out here," He explained.

"I don't care," She murmured.

"I was just saying," Dale held his hands up in defense.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that," She apologized.

"It's okay," Andrea came out from the tent and walked past them both.

Violet nodded goodbye and she pulled her knife from her belt. She twirled it around her fingers and walked past the tents. She heard a cough and she froze, looking over at the tent it came from. She saw the tent flap was hanging open and Daryl was looking right at her. Violet went to walk off, but Daryl spoke.

"Wait," He tried to sit up, but he flinched in pain. Violet walked over and crouched down at the entrance.

"What?" She asked.

"Bout last night, I didn't mean it...just had a crap day," He said, playing with his arrow.

"Is that an apology?" Violet smirked.

"It's as close as your gonna' get to one," He growled back and she laughed.

"Okay, your forgiven...God that was hard to listen to, you should really work on apologizing more," Violet smiled and he narrowed his eyes at her.

"Get out of here, kid!" He hollered and she laughed once more getting to her feet and walking away.

Violet walked over to one of the trees and she slid down it, resting in the cool shade. She sighed, leaning her head back against the bark. It was quiet outside, but it was soon short lived and she glanced around the tree and saw Lori walking into the center of camp and Glenn met her in the middle. Violet hid back behind the tree and listened.

"You told Rick yet?" Glenn asked and Lori sighed. "You didn't tell him...okay, but you have to...you're pregnant," Violet looked around from the tree to see they were looking back at the tents. "You need vitamins and medicines, a nice pillow," Glenn bent down and grabbed his food. "Have my share."

"Honey, I don't want your food," Lori whispered. "Okay, eat."

"You need to eat," Glenn retorted. "You're too skinny...if you're not going to let Rick take care of you, then someone has too," Glenn admitted. "Lori, you have a medical condition...I'll make another run into town, just tell me what you need."

"I need you to be quiet about this. Alright?" She asked. "Please."

Rick whistled from across the camp and called out Glenn's name. Violet heard the clanging of pans and then he walked away. She heard Lori sigh and she got to her feet, deciding to make her presence known.

Lori looked over her shoulder and her eyes widened when she saw her. She looked at her with teary eyes and she got to her feet and rubbed her forehead.

"H-How long have you been standing there?" She stammered.

"Long enough," Violet said and Lori sighed.

"Violet, please don't tell anyone...I'm not ready to tell them yet," She begged and Violet looked taken aback for a second.

"What, after you made me go down in a well with a walker at the bottom? Telling your son to stay away from me?"

"How did you know about that?" She asked.

"I'm not blind," Violet retorted.

"Look, I'm sorry," She pleaded. "Just, please don't tell anyone."

Violet could see the panic in her eyes and she kind of felt sorry for her. She wouldn't like to be in her shoes right now, because being pregnant in the apocalypse wasn't going to be a good thing. Violet looked over at where Rick was standing around the bonnet of the truck and then she looked back at Lori.

"Okay, I won't say anything-"

"Thank you."

"But, you need to stop treating me like crap. I get that what I did was a mistake and I could've killed Carl, but a mistakes a mistake and there ain't nothin' I can do to change that, okay?"

"Okay, yes, okay!" She squeaked. "Thank you."

...

"No!" Violet yelled. "No way!" She crossed her arms and she stood nearby the tents and she stared into Beth's determined eyes.

"But, Violet you need to learn to shoot," Beth retorted, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear.

"No, I don't," Violet muttered.

"C'mon, Shane and Rick will teach you," Beth explained.

"That's one of the reason why I don't wanna' go. Rick hates me and Shane's a psychopath!" Violet snapped.

"Violet please, what if we get in trouble and you have to use a gun, then you'll die if you can't shoot it," Beth crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

"Don't look at me like that," She hissed back and Beth rolled her eyes.

"Please, Violet I don't want to lose you. The first time you came to this farm I knew you were going to be around for a while and now you're like family to me, Maggie, Hershel and Patricia. I've lost my mom and my brother to the walkers and I don't want to lose you," Beth explained and Violet saw the tears in her eyes.

"Don't cry," Violet stepped forward and wrapped her arms around her. "I'll learn, but I'll ask someone else to teach me."

"Thank you," Beth pulled away and wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm such a baby."

"No you're not, you've lost your ma and brother," Violet explained.

"Do you miss him?" Beth asked. "Your baby brother?"

"Yeah, I miss him every single second that passes," Violet replied.

"What was he like?"

"He was my best friend. I never really made friends in school, and my baby brother and I were joined at the hip. When my mom and dad died, things changed and we moved down to my Uncle's house in Florida. Oscar got on with everyone there, but I didn't. I got attacked and that's when I knew I had to leave, but I couldn't take my baby brother with me, for once he was happy. So, one day I got up and left, then I drifted from place to place, then I ended up in Atlanta, and then the outbreak happened."

"Are you ever going to try to find him?" Beth wondered.

"I want to, but I wouldn't know where to start. He could be dead, or he could be somewhere else, but I doubt he'll be in Florida anymore," She admitted.

"I'm sure he's out there somewhere and God will bring you together again," Beth grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze.

"You sound just like Hershel," Violet laughed.

"Well, I am his daughter."

Violet nodded goodbye to Beth and Beth walked off and back up to the farmhouse. Violet looked down at the dirt and kicked at some at the sticks. She hoped Beth was right, she wanted to find her brother and she hoped they'd both find each other again someday, but for now she was going to stay here with these people.

Violet turned on her heel and walked past the tents. She heard the same coughing sound, she'd heard a few hours ago and she walked back to Daryl's tent. He was sat up straight and as soon as Violet saw the look in his eyes. She knew he'd heard everything.

"I don't look at you with pity in my eyes, so don't do the same to me," Violet growled.

"I don't pity you," He replied.

"C'mon, I have eyes!" She snapped.

"Is that why ya wanna' find Sophia?" He asked. "Because of your baby brother."

"Yeah," She stared down at the ground.

"My brother's gone too...Rick chained him to a roof and he cut his hand off, ain't seen him since," Daryl chewed on the side of his thumb.

"And your not mad a Rick for that?"

"I was, but I know how much of a dick Merle can be-"

"Merle?" Violet asked. "You said his name when you were unconscious at the creek."

"I thought I saw him, but my mind was fuckin' with me," He muttered.

"Daryl?"

"Yeah?"

"I hope you find your brother," Violet flashed him a small smile.

"I hope you find your brother too," He replied and there was a small smile on his lips.

...

Dale stood next to the makeshift grill and flipped the pieces of meat over. Carl stood nearby, staring around at the scenery. Violet was sat down underneath the tree, taking a few moments of piece. Lori was nearby and she was swaying slightly on her feet. Dale put some of the food onto Carol's plate and Carol walked past Lori. Lori placed her hand to her mouth and Dale looked at her. Violet shook her head and she followed after Lori.

Lori sat down on the log and brought her hand away from her mouth. Violet wandered over and sat down next to Lori. She sighed and looked over at her.

"You need to be more careful," Violet said. "You're making it way too obvious."

"I can't tell Rick," She admitted.

"Is this because of Shane?" Violet asked. "I've heard from Andrea."

"Was it that obvious," She gasped.

"Well, Andrea just said it was what she'd seen from observing back at your old camp," Violet explained.

"I thought my husband was dead," Lori cried and she wiped away her tears. "I felt like a piece of me died with him. I wanted to feel something, anything, and now I hate myself for it."

"And the baby?"

"It's Rick's," She nodded her head, but Violet didn't quite believe it. "And the rest of it doesn't matter."

"Then, what's your concern," Violet replied.

"Memories are what keeps me going now," She explained. "Memories of what life used to be...and I got a deep well to dry, I still remember joy, but I already think Carl's well's about to dry, and this baby, this baby won't have any good memories at all, just memories of fear, pain."

"You can't think like that," Violet said. "We can still find joy. And we can still take strength from each other."

"Do you really think this baby has a chance?" Lori asked and Violet sighed.

"If I'm honest...no, but with all these people around, yes. That baby is going to have so many people protecting it. I don't even like you that much, but I'd happily risk my life to protect the baby," Violet explained.

"You're right," Lori got to her feet and brushed the front of her jeans.

"Lori," Violet said. "Tell him."

Lori forced a smile to her face and then walked off, leaving Violet behind. She watched her leave and then she began to play with her fingers. She looked out at the hot Georgia day and sighed.

No one could catch a break.

...

"Would you come with me?" Maggie asked and Violet nodded her head. "It's gonna' be awkward...I'm pissed at him."

"I know, I'm pissed at him too. He had no right to tell Dale and now Hershel knows...it's all getting out of hand and I have a feeling something bad is gonna' happen," Violet explained.

"Thank you for coming with me," They both walked over to the horses and Glenn was already on one of the horses. Violet walked over to a brown one and she jumped up onto the saddle. Maggie did the same and the three of them silently made their way out of the small barn and across the field.

The tension could be cut with a knife and it didn't help when Maggie kept sending Glenn a glare every time he looked at her. They went along the road and Glenn finally caved in and sighed.

"Say something?" He begged. "One of you two, please say something."

None of them looked his way and focused on the road ahead. They came up into the town and Glenn sighed again.

"Maggie-"

"I asked you for your trust and you betrayed me. Now my dad's pissed at me and Violet!" She snapped. "Your turn."

"So, your dad thinks they're sick?" Glenn asked and Violet decided it was best to let both of them sort it out. "Do you agree with that? Even with what your saw at the well?"

"I'm not sure what I saw at the well," She whined.

"Yes you are," He said and they stopped outside the shop and Violet slipped off the horse. "Look if you'd have seen Atlanta, then you wouldn't have a barn full of walkers-"

"Hey! Glenn, this isn't down to Maggie how about you respect Hershel's decisions, huh? You're a guest on his farm, now knock it off!" Violet snapped, having about heard enough.

"Violet, you went down into that well-"

"I know...I know what the walkers are like, but Hershel's wife and son are in there, show some respect," Violet looked into the shop window, then opened the door.

Violet walked up and down the aisles. They were almost empty and everything that was left, was basically useless to them.

"What does she want now?" Maggie called out and Violet looked over at her, Maggie huffed. "So, one of them asks you to keep your mouth shut-"

Glenn held out the piece of paper and Maggie looked down at it. She reached out and took it from his hands.

"Crawl out of my butt," Glenn said and Violet snickered. "Help me look, please."

"You have got to be kiddin' me," Maggie walked off and Glenn watched her head down the aisle. Glenn looked back at Violet and she shrugged her shoulders at him.

Violet continued to browse the aisles to try to see if there was anything useful, but nothing came up. She looked over at Maggie who was behind the counter and she was looking at the bottles on the shelf.

"NO!" Maggie screamed and Violet looked over at Maggie to see a walker grabbing her arm. "GLENN!" Violet pulled out her knife and she jumped over the counter. She tackled the walker onto the floor and Glenn grabbed Maggie.

Violet's knife fell from her hands and the walker began snapping its jaws at her. She pushed its face away from her and she reached out and tried to grab her knife, but she couldn't quite reach it. She felt the walkers fingers on her bare skin and her eyes widened. She rolled over and the walker got on top of her.

"GLENN!" Violet screamed and Glenn ran around the shelf and stabbed the walker in the head. He threw the walker off of her and he reached out his hand. Violet got to her feet and Maggie ran over.

"Are you okay?" She asked, panic in her tone.

"I'm fine," Violet said. "Are you?" Maggie nodded her head and Violet looked back at Glenn. "Thank you."

...

Maggie was the first off her horse and Violet and Glenn both chased after her. Violet spotted Lori up ahead and Maggie flung the gate open.

"Maggie, stop, please!" Glenn tried to reach out and grab her, but she carried on going towards Lori.

"C'mon in here," Lori said, pointing towards the tent.

"Why, got somthin' to hide?" Maggie questioned, digging her hands into the bag. "Special delivery right here!" Maggie threw the things on the floor. "We've got your lotion, special conditioner, your soap opera digest!"

"Maggie-"

"Next time you want something, then get it your damn self. We're not your errand boys!"

"Honey, I-" Maggie crouched down and picked up the pills.

"And here's your abortion pills," She threw them at Lori and turned on her heel, barging into Glenn and storming off. Glenn walked off after Maggie and Lori looked over at Violet.

"Are you actually going to do it?" Violet asked and Lori stared back at her. "Because if I were you, I wouldn't. You'll regret it."

...

Violet lent against the tree and she watched Shane and Dale having a heated argument. She could see the look in Shane's eyes it was the killer look he'd given her when she'd shot Carl. She was scared for Dale.

"What they arguin' about?" Daryl walked from around the tree and Violet jumped.

"You scared the hell outta' me," She muttered, placing her hand on her heart. "I'm not sure what they're arguing about."

"You think he killed Otis, don't you?" He asked and Violet looked over at him, then sighed.

"Yeah, I do," She muttered, kicking at the dirt. "Is that bad?"

"Nah, because I think so too."

"It should've been me..." She whispered.

"Why would you even say that," He said.

"Because it's true, Otis was a good man and because of me he's dead," Violet explained.

"No, it's because of Shane, he's dead. Ain't your fault," He rested his arm against the tree and leaned in closer to her.

"It is...I knew as soon as I fired that gun...I could've killed him. Carl would've died if it wasn't for Hershel, but what could I do? Absolutely nothing, I'm useless...I can't even fire a gun," She looked up at him and tears filled her eyes. "I'm not built for this world."

"No one is," He replied.

"You're...your a goddamn hunter," She grumbled.

"I know...I'll teach you how to shoot, I heard you and Beth talkin' about it earlier," He suggested and Violet smiled up at him.

"Really?" She beamed and he nodded.

"Yep, like you said Rick hates you and Shane's a psychopath," He explained.

"T-Thank you," She stammered.

"No problem," He replied and the closeness between both of them wasn't uncomfortable. She looked up at the side of his head and then she looked back into his eyes.

"You should get some rest," She whispered.

"Violet," Patricia walked over and she nodded towards the barn. "I need your help."

Violet sighed and she looked back up at Daryl, who was furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"I've gotta' go," She stepped away from him and walked over to Patricia. She smiled at her and then grabbed her hand.

"They need feeding again," Patricia said and Violet nodded her head and walked off. She savored a look over her shoulder and she saw Daryl watching her from the spot she'd left him.