Chapter Nine
Summer's POV
By the time the sun had risen we decided to bury our people and burn the walkers. It was no easy task, separating the dead from the dead. No one wanted the women to help, especially me, but after a heated spat with Daryl he agreed to let me help dig graves. Andrea was still bent over Amy's body sobbing. I went over to talk to her.
"Andrea…" I started.
"Summer, don't, just don't," she said.
"We've made a burial sight," I replied weakly.
"Shut up, okay?!" She shouted at me, "Get off your high horse! You have your family! You found your husband and you're going to have a baby! Just leave me be! You don't know what this is like!"
I could see Daryl glaring in our direction starting to walk over. I shot him a look that told him to leave it be and he went back to helping the men sort the bodies. I went back to digging graves. After hours of digging and sorting we were ready to start burying the bodies. By the time we were done there was only one empty grave. I was going to walk over to Andrea again but the gun shot rang out and I knew Amy had turned. It made me sick.
I had seen people turn before and I had killed plenty of walkers but it never got to the point that I had to watch someone I knew get bit and turn. I couldn't process it. I was in shock to the point that I didn't even realize Daryl moving me away from Amy's grave so Andrea could dump her body. It was an emotional morning to say the least. We were all running on over 24 hours of no sleep and everyone was on edge.
"We have to leave here," Rick said finally.
"And lose this stability?" Dale said.
"If you haven't noticed our stability was gone last night," Daryl spat right back at him.
"Daryl's right," Shane said, "we can't stay here. Not now that we've been over run. The walkers have run out of food in the city. It's only a matter of time before more come through."
Everyone eventually came to agreement that we could no longer stay at the camp.
"Where will we go?" I asked absent mindedly rubbing my stomach.
"The CDC," Rick said noticing my concern.
The baby would be here in a month's time. I needed to get somewhere safe to have this child. Although, I wasn't sure there was anywhere safe left in this world.
Within the next hour all the cars were packed up and we were on the road headed to the CDC. Our things were in Dale's RV and I climbed on the back of Merle's motorcycle that Daryl decided to take over and we headed toward the highway.
"You alright back there?" Daryl called to me a few miles into the drive.
"Better than ever," I yelled back.
He knew I was telling the truth. I always loved when we went on bike rides. I saw him nod and we pressed on toward the CDC. When we finally arrived it looked like it was abandoned just like the rest of the world but that didn't stop Rick from pounding on the door claiming that he saw the camera move. I guess he was right because a few minutes later, when we were all about to climb back into our cars, the door opened and we were greeted by a man who seemed to work there. He informed us to get our things now because once these doors closed they wouldn't open again. We quickly ran out to our cars and gathered our things and followed the man inside, the door sealing behind us. Daryl grabbed my hand, obviously sensing my apprehension to this situation. He squeezed it trying to reassure me that it was going to be ok, but he knew better. He knew my intuition was usually right and I had a bad feeling about this place.