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Chapter 4. The Highway Blues
Their temporary camp was no longer secure. Rick had definitely stepped up, and decided they needed to head somewhere safer. Fort Benning seemed like the place to go. They had a treacherous journey ahead of them. But, then again, these days everyday was daring.
Everyone pitched in and helped pack up their belongings and the few supplies that they had left. Dale, Andrea, Glenn, and T-dog rode in the RV; Shane took his jeep, Daryl took his run down pick-up truck, and Rick, Riley, Carl, Sophia and Carol took the wagon.
"How are you feeling?" Rick looked over at Riley, who was sitting in the passenger seat, sticking her hand out the window, leaving her mind blank.
"Amy…she was a good friend…and Andrea. I just cant believe that his happened." Rick laid his hand on top of hers and spoke softly.
"I cant believe I found you both."
"Im so sorry, dad." Riley felt her eyes welling up with tears as she looked at him becoming blurry.
"Sorry? For what?" Rick questioned.
"For leaving you behind…I shouldn't have…I thought you were dead…that's what Shane told me…"
"He had every right to believe that. You can trust Shane, you're safe with him. You and Carl, you know that." Hearing her dads words, he spoke so highly of Shane. All she could think about was him and her mom. The secret that she had kept from her dad. Her mind also wondered to the things that Shane had said to her. The way he looked at her. Shane made her uncomfortable. But. She didn't want her to dad to know that. She did not, and would not ever trust Shane. He was bad news the moment he came into their lives. Rayne came back to reality and simply nodded at her fathers words.
Ahead of them, they saw the highway littered with abandoned cars. The RV had stopped in front of them, there was no way they could get through this. They all exited their vehicles, gathering in a group to discuss their next move. They came to the conclusion that their best bet was to raid the cars for supplies, food, water, clothes, ammo, anything they came across.
Riley started walking in between the cars, looking for anything they could use…and getting some air. She was feeling a little light headed and needed to get away from the group. She felt a sharp pain through her chest and doubled over in pain.
"Y'right?" She heard his deep southern voice, and felt his hand on her shoulder. She picked herself up and met his eyes. She could not be weak in front of Daryl.
"I'm okay…it's just-" her voice broke when she felt the pain again. Daryl stepped up beside her, covering her small waist with his arm, leading her back towards the group. "Hey! Rick!" Rick looked over to see Daryl walking over with his daughter leaning on his side. His walk turned into a jog as he got closer.
"What happened?!" Rick's voice was full of worry.
"Dunno I found her like that." Daryl was worried about her. Though he wouldn't admit it.
"I'm okay! Really!" Riley yelled and stood up straight. "See? Im fine…" She pushed through the group and walked over to the RV.
"Walkers!" Dale stood from the roof of the RV. Everyone looked down the highway to see a herd of walkers headed their way.
"Down! Everybody down!" Rick motioned underneath the cars, as they followed his example. Riley hurried behind the RV, still a slight pain in her chest. Her vision went hazy…the last thing she felt was her body hitting the ground.