Lori stopped in her tracks. We were making our way through the woods again and everyone practically ignored the gunshot that had rang out.
"You still worrying about it?" Andrea asked.
"It was a gunshot." Lori said.
"We all heard it." Daryl spoke.
"Why one? Why just one gunshot?" Lori turned to us.
"Maybe they took down a walker." Daryl shrugged.
"Please don't patronize me. You know Rick wouldn't risk a gunshot to put down one walker. Or Shane. They'd do it quietly." Lori told him.
"Shouldn't they have caught up with us about now?" Carol said quietly.
"There's nothin' we can do about it anyway." Daryl looked around. "Can't go around these woods chasin' echoes."
"So, what do we do?" Lori questioned.
"Same as we've been. Look for Sophia and work our way back to the highway." Daryl answered.
"They should meet up with us back at the truck." Andrea said.
Lori looked back towards the direction we'd come from then turned forward and followed us. We had to do the most boring job. Walking through the woods, looking for a little girl. I mean, I feel like it's my responsibility for her getting lost but we should all be together doing this.
We were startled by a scream while we were making our way back to the highway. We quickly made our way to where it was coming from and Andrea was crawling from a walker. But as soon as we got there, we saw the walker fly off the ground by a woman on a horse hitting it with a bat.
"Lori? Lori Grimes?" The woman asked Andrea.
"I'm Lori." Lori announced as we stopped.
"Rick sent me, you gotta come now." She declared.
"What?" Lori asked in confusion.
"There's been an accident. Carl's been shot." The woman told her. "He's still alive but you gotta come now." Lori just stood there, taking it all in. "Rick needs you. Just come!"
Lori threw off her pack and handed it to me, which I took. I pulled my gun off my back and slid it into my pack, so it wouldn't press on me. I threw both packs on my shoulders and watched as Lori climbed onto the horse.
"We don't know this girl!" Daryl protested.
"Rick said you had others on the highway? That big traffic snarl?" Maggie asked.
"Yeah." Glenn confirmed, staring at her.
"Backtrack to Fairburn Road. Two miles down is our farm. You'll see the mailbox. Name's Greene." The woman kicked the horse with a 'Hi-yah!' and her and Lori set off in the way she came. I narrowed my eyes in confusion and then hit Glenn in the chest when he was still staring in the direction the woman came.
Our attention was turned to the moans of the walker the woman had took down. It slowly sat up with blood all around it's head. Before it could get on it's feet, Daryl shot an arrow at it, telling it to shut up.
"I won't do it." Carol declared as we stood on the highway. We had quickly made our way back to Dale and T-Dog and had told them about Carl getting shot and being told to go to the farm. "We can't just leave."
"Carol... the group is split. We're scattered and weak." Dale said tiredly.
"What if she comes back and we're not here?" Carol objected. "It could happen."
"If Sophia found her way back and we were gone, that would be awful." Andrea added.
"We gotta plan for this. I say tomorrow morning is soon enough to pull up stakes. Give us a chance to rig a big sign. Leave her some supplies. I'll hold here tonight... stay with the truck." Daryl told us.
"If the truck is staying, then I am too." Daryl declare and Carol smiled.
"Thank you." Carol whispered. "Thank you both."
"I'm in." Andrea nodded.
"Well, if you're all all staying, then I'm-"
"No Glenn, you're going." Dale cut him off. "Take Carol's Cherokee. You too, Kaitlyn."
"Me? Why is it always me?" Glenn laughed.
"We have to find this farm, reconnect with our people and see what's going on. Most of all, you two have to get T-Dog there." Dale informed. "This is not an option. That cut has gone from bad to worse. He has a very serious blood infection. Get him to that farm. See if they have any antibiotics... because if not, T-Dog will die. No joke."
Daryl came back from his bike, holding a bag of bottles. More specifically, pill bottles.
"Why'd you wait 'til now to say anything? I got my brother's stash." He searched through the bag. "Got some kickass painkillers." He threw the bottle to Glenn. "And here's doxycycline and not the generic stuff, either." He threw the next bottle to Dale. I grimaced as he told us about his brother's nasty experience with a sexual disease.
I looked to Glenn who was reading the pill bottle. I patted his shoulder. We were now an ambulance service.
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