I felt something cold and damp patting my forehead, making liquid trickle down my temples. There were voices around me, slowly getting louder. What happened to me? What's going on? It sounded like everyone was yelling now, and the light against my eyelids seemed blinding. I brought my hand up to shield my eyes even though they I sighed and relaxed on whatever I was on. I really don't care right now, I just want to sleep. I felt something grab my hand and jolted into a sitting position. My eyes flew open, but didn't adjust as quickly as I would have liked.
"Damn sun." I muttered, reaching back up to cover my eyes with both hands. After a few seconds I opened my eyes, finding Daryl's face inches from mine. He stared at me for a while, brushing his hand over my cheek before he pulled away from me. I looked around and saw Hershal and Rick.
"What happened? Why am I here?" I looked between them.
"You fainted Sam." Rick answered.
"Drink this." Hershal gave me a glass of water. "Only sips. You passed out from dehydration."
"How long was I out for?" I looked at each of them, waiting for an answer.
"A few hours." Daryl said.
"As much as we would like to stay, Hershal and I have some business to take care of. Just take it easy okay?" Rick walked out of the room with Hershal.
"Come on." Daryl grabbed my hand and pulled me up. We just stood there for a few seconds, to see if I was steady then he let go. I followed him outside, not going far from the house. We joined the group, who were standing in front of the porch, talking about nothing. I leaned back and looked at the woods, feeling the calm breeze as it passed. The peace ended when I saw Shane walk out of the woods with the bag of guns. I smacked Daryl's arm to get his attention.
"The hell?" He grumbled, realizing that I was pointing at something. He looked in the same direction and saw Shane, just in time to see Dale walking out of the forest too. Great, Shane's probably pissed and he has the guns. Fucking brilliant. I rolled my eyes and took a step closer to Daryl, who was now glaring at Shane as he approached us.
"I ain't letting those walkers stay in that barn. Whose with me?" He said looking around. "You gonna take care of your own?" He nodded at me and Daryl. We had no choice. I reached in the bag and took a gun, Daryl did the same right after. We followed Shane towards the barn, but I glanced back. The rest of the group was following us, but behind them was Hershal, Rick and Patrick. The only strange thing was that they had two walkers on leashes.
"Um. Daryl." I pulled his arm to stop him. He turned around and saw them, and sadly Shane did too.
"These aren't people!" He stomped over to Rick and Hershal, who were now close to the barn.
"Get out of the way Shane." Rick said calmly. Shane didn't move. The words all blurred in my mind as Shane started shooting the walker, getting it in the heart and lungs, but not the brain.
"That's enough!" Rick yelled.
"That is enough." Shane said, swiftly shooting Hershal's walker in the head. Shane moved forward, closing the space between him and the barn as Rick yelled at Hershal to take the other walker. He's going to open the barn. I lifted the gun in my hands and got ready to shoot. Right as Shane shot the lock on the barn open, Rick shot the walker and walked towards the barn. We all stepped forward in a line. I was standing between Daryl and Rick as the walkers started to pour out. I pulled the trigger, taking down a walker, then I repeated the action over and over. I went to shoot the last one, but someone else did.
I took a deep breath, and sighed. Hershal was on his knees with Maggie, Beth and Patrick while Lori had Carl in her lap, covering his ears. I heard a faint growling and snapped my head back towards the barn. We all lifted our gun and waited for the last walker. I watched the opening, seeing the tiny grey ankles first. I trailed my eyes up and found Sophia's pale, lifeless face. No. The gun dropped from my hands. I could hear someone running then I saw Daryl and Carol fall into a heap on the ground. Sophia was making her way towards us, snarling and snapping her jaw and she stumbled over the corpses in her way. Rick stepped forward and pulled the trigger. Sophia's body fell in a crumpled pile on the ground. All I could hear was the ringing of the last shot and Carol's gut wrenching sobs.
