Dale was still. Andrea began sobbing loudly and I could hear the cries of everyone else around me. Tears were running down my cheeks as I looked over at Shay and Cheyenne. Shay let go of Cheyenne, who came running to me. She collapsed in my lap and began to sob. Holding her close, I noticed Daryl come around and kneel down beside us.
Without a word, I tried to stand, but stopped. Cheyenne's weight... My knees felt weak, and I thought I might throw up. Daryl leaned down, taking Cheyenne from my arms. He held her close, and she cried against his shoulder. I glanced over at Dale again, seeing the bullet hole in his head. I could see blood thick around the back of his head. Brain matter in the grass... I leaned over and gagged, but I had nothing to throw up.
Daryl touched my shoulder, but I brushed him off. I stood, and looked at him, nodding toward the house. We walked in silence, the only thing I could hear was Cheyenne's sniffles against Daryl's shoulder. He glanced at me, but I kept my eyes on the house. Once to the stairs, Maggie had caught up with us.
"She can sleep inside." Maggie said quietly, and Daryl walked into the house with Maggie. Shay walked up and entered the house quietly. I sat down on the stairs, my thoughts swirling around in my head.
Dale was gone. Gone, just like that. He was there one minute and gone the next. He's gone. Dale's gone. I'll never have watch with him again. Never hear him laugh. Tease me about Daryl. Never hear his voice, his advice. Who's gonna fix the RV, now? It was such a stupid thought, really. But the question brought on more tears.
"Spencer, why are you cryin'?" Katherine's voice hit my ears. Immediately, I was on the defensive.
"I just watched someone I care about die." I replied coldly, looking out toward the field.
"At least it wasn't Sam or myself... Or Daryl." Katherine said, and the way she said Daryl's name made me bristle. It was like a hint of taunting in her voice.
"At least it wasn't... Are you stupid? How could you say somethin' like that?" I huffed, staring at her.
"Well, would you have traded Sam or Daryl-" She started.
"NO! I love my brother! Wouldn't do that!" I was trying not to yell.
"And Daryl?" Katherine asked.
"You crazy? Hell no! I..." I trailed off.
"You love him, don't you?" My mother asked, and I could hear the malice in her voice.
"Yea." I shook my head.
"You're the stupid one, Spencer." Katherine's words took me by surprise. "Your father and I had everything all planned out for your future. Medical school, a rich husband... Then you ran off and ruined your life the second you turned eighteen. Now the world's gone to hell and you're settlin' down with the first thing you can find. A stupid, redneck nobody!" I stood up and stepped up to her. Our faces were only inches apart.
"I'd trade you for Dale." I said coldly. SMACK, I heard the sound before I felt the sting. My head was jerked to the side from the slap I had just received.
"How could you-" She started.
"HOW COULD I?" I screamed, pulling my gun from the waist band of my jeans. I pointed it at her face. "HOW COULD YOU? HOW COULD JUST SIT BY AND LET HIM DO ALL THE THINGS HE DID TO US?"
"You and Sam needed discipline." My mother said quietly, ignoring the fact that I had a gun pointed at her face. Her wicked eyes were locked on mine, dancing with laughter. I wanted to shoot her where she stood. Daryl came flying out the front door, but stopped when he saw us.
"DISCIPLINE? YA CALL THAT DISCIPLINE? YOU BOTH BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA US, THEN HE TRIED TO RAPE ME!" I screamed. I could see Rick and the others running toward us.
"YOU DESERVED IT!" Katherine yelled. I stared at her, shocked. "Always running around the house in those cut off shorts, those skimpy tops-"
"I WAS SIXTEEN! Dressed like everyone my age... How could you say that? I deserved it?" I was crying again.
"Spencer, STOP! Put the gun down! What is your problem?" Sam yelled at me.
"Sam? How... Why?" I looked at him, holding my gun tight. "Why are you defendin' her?"
"You gotta gun pointed at our mother's face! What am I supposed to do?" Sam yelled.
"Do you not hear what she's sayin' to me?" I asked quietly, just looking at Sam.
"It's in the past Spencer, she's different. Stop startin' with her!" Sam demanded. I kept my gun on Katherine, but glared at Sam.
"You SHUT THE FUCK UP, SAM!" I screamed. "You don't even know what she just said to me! Talkin' about Daryl and-"
"Just let it go!" Sam was nearly yelling again.
"Give me your gun, girl." Daryl's voice was soothing in my ears as he stepped forward and grabbed my gun. He clicked the safety on and gently tucked it back into the waist band of my jeans. Daryl looked at my mother and Sam. "Don't look at her, don't talk to her, jus' leave her the hell alone." Daryl snarled at them.
"Who the hell you think you are anyway?" Sam stepped forward. Daryl met the challenge, but Rick stopped them.
"Sam, listen to me." Rick stated firmly. "Daryl says? It goes, got it? Spencer says, it goes. Following me here? You are part of this group, only because Spencer hasn't asked me to throw you out. Don't think I won't. Spencer and Daryl were here first, and we haven't had problems until you two show up."
"I don't know what she has told you, but-" My mother spoke up trying to act innocent.
"She didn't have to tell me anything. I used to be a cop. All I gotta do is look at you." Rick said and that shut her up. Daryl led me away from them, walking towards our tent. I held onto his arm tightly, and when we reached the tent I ducked inside. Sitting down on the floor, I began to cry again.
Daryl pulled me close to him, and I held onto him as I cried. I drifted off for a few hours, but awoke when the sun began rising. Daryl was beside me, holding me. Rolling over to face him, I put a hand to his face. Daryl opened his eyes, then pulled me closer. He was so warm and I wanted to freeze time. Stay like this forever.
"He's gone." I whispered, and Daryl shook his head.
"Funeral's soon...Gun shot and all that yellin' last night might've attracted walkers. Better get the others and go check the area." Daryl said, standing up. He offered his hand out to me. "Good way to blow off some steam."
"I'm in." I said, taking his hand. Once out of the tent, I started to walk down toward camp. But Daryl held onto my hand, pulling me back toward him. His face was close to mine and his blue eyes looked sad.
"Jus' wanted to say I'm sorry." Daryl spoke gently. "Know you loved Dale."
"Called him 'Dad' once..." I smiled. "Never even called my own father dad." Daryl pulled me closer and put his hand to my face.
"Let's go down to the grave." He said. I nodded and leaned forward, pecking him on the mouth. He looked stunned, but recovered quickly, walking beside me down to the camp area. Everyone gathered at Dale's grave, and Rick decided to speak on his behalf. Daryl stood close to me and Cheyenne.
"Dale could get under your skin. He sure got under mine. 'Cause he wasn't afraid to say exactly what he thought... How he felt.. That kinda honesty is rare. And brave. Whenever I'd make a decision, I'd look at Dale. He'd be lookin' back at me with that look he had." Rick spoke, and I noticed Carl crying. "We've all seen it one time or another. I couldn't always read him, but he could read us. He saw people for who they were. He knew things about us..the truth. Who we really are. In the end he was talkin' about losing our humanity. He said this group is broken. The best way to honor him is to un-break it, set aside our differences and pull together. Stop feeling sorry for ourselves, take control of our lives. Our safety, our future. We're not broken, we're gonna prove him wrong. From now on, we're gonna do it his way. That is how we honor Dale."
T-Dog, Andrea, and Shane decided to go along with us. Shane drove, Andrea sitting in the passenger seat. Daryl, T-Dog, and I were in the back of the truck. We drove down a dirt road in silence Once we reached the far end of the last field, we parked the truck and followed Daryl into the woods. Daryl whistled when he found tracks, and we kept going. Coming upon a walker, Daryl killed it with ease, and we walked back to the truck, going further into the last field. Walkers were out there. Not too many, just enough we could handle easily.
I held on tight to the pick axe in my hands. Jumping from the back of the truck, I lost focus on everything else but the walker in my sight. He came stumbling forward, and I kicked it hard. The walker stumbled backward onto the ground and I brought the pick axe down hard, slamming it through the walker's forehead.
Shane began beating one of the walkers and everyone began kicking it. This, I kicked. Is, I kicked it again. For Dale! I kicked it hard in the ribs. I backed away, and Shane brought the shovel down hard. Brains and blood oozed from the smashed opened head. No one said a word, and we rode back to the farm in silence. Once parked, Daryl held his hand out and I took it, jumping from the back of the truck.
"It'll be tight. Fourteen people in one house." Rick looked at Hershel.
"Don't worry about that." Hershel said as Daryl and I walked up. "With the swamp hardening, the creek drying up..."
"With fifty headed cattle on the property, we may as well be ringin' the damn dinner bell." Maggie explained, looking at Rick.
"She's right." Hershel nodded. "We shoulda moved you in a while ago."
"All right, let's move the vehicles next to each of the doors, facin' out toward the road." Rick began giving orders to make lookouts in the loft and on the windmill. T-Dog and Daryl were given double watch duty. Rick told Shane to make shifts. And it was decided that later Rick and Daryl would go take Randall off sight somewhere and turn him loose. Shane didn't look too thrilled.
Shay and I packed up the tent and headed toward the house with the others. Looking around for Cheyenne, the noise of Daryl's motorcycle caught my attention. Looking over, I saw Daryl with Cheyenne in front of him, riding toward the house. Bumping Shay, she looked and grinned at the sight. Cheyenne's hair was blowing as she smiled.
Everyone was running around trying to unpack things and move into the house. Maggie and Hershel were offering rooms, and I decided to throw my sleeping bag under the dining table. Shay and Cheyenne's sleeping bag was set up in the living room. Happy with our work, I walked outside and stood on the porch, when something caught my eye.
Carl and Cheyenne were off in the distance, walking toward Shane. The two walked up to him, and then began walking away. Shane must have said something, because the two kids scurried back over to him. Carl pulled something out from his jeans and handed it to Shane. Cheyenne just stood beside Carl as he talked to Shane. Then, Carl stalked off with Cheyenne following right beside him.
Huh... I watched as Carl and Cheyenne walked up the stairs and went inside, not even saying two words to me. Deciding that Cheyenne would tell me when she was ready, I walked off of the porch and began trudging around the house. Watching my surroundings, I looked for any sign of walkers. Nothing.
Hearing a car, I lifted my head to see Shane heading out to the windmill. There were boards in the back of the vehicle, and I realized that he was about to start building a watch platform up on the windmill. Just like Rick said to do. Turning to keep walking the perimeter of the house, I nearly ran smack into Daryl.
"God, Daryl!" I took a step back. "Sure good for sneakin' up on folks."
"Wanna come with me to the barn? Gotta set up a lookout from the loft." Daryl gave me a smirk.
"Yea, I'll come with." I smiled lightly as we began walking toward the barn. Once there, we climbed up the loft, ignoring Randall's nonsense. Daryl began working on the barn, and I sat down looking out toward the windmill. Thud, thud, thud, thud. Daryl hammered away. I kept quiet, seeing Lori walking down toward the windmill. "Ah, here we go..." I whispered.
"Huh?" Daryl grunted as he let go of the nail in his hand, taking a seat beside me.
"Watch." I said quietly. Daryl looked out at the windmill in silence. Lori walked over to the windmill, and I could tell that the two were talking, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Shane began climbing down the windmill tower and walked over to Lori. The two talked for a while, and I glanced over at Daryl. "See?"
"Think she's fuckin' with his head?" Daryl asked.
"Don't know... Maybe unintentionally." I replied quietly.
"Hm." Daryl grunted as Lori walked away from Shane. Daryl stood up from the roof. "Women. All you gotta way of knowin' jus' when to spy."
"Wasn't spyin'!" I giggled, but then the giggle faded. "Truly, I am worried. Shane ain't exactly Mr. Sane. Feels like every time Lori says somethin' to him, he just goes around doin' stupid shit."
"Rick'll handle it. Gotta go talk to him now, 'bout Randall." Daryl said, and I stood up.
"Guess I'd better go with ya." I mumbled, and Daryl began climbing down the loft ladder, me climbing down after. I felt his hand on my back before my feet touched the ground and I smiled. "Thanks, Dixon." I cooed. Daryl gave me a snort.
"Quit tryin' to be all sexy. Get us both in trouble." Daryl mumbled and I burst into laughter as we walked out of the barn.
"Did I miss somethin'?" Rick asked, walking towards us.
"Huh, look'a there. Good thinkin'." I grinned at Daryl, who shook his head.
"What's the plan?" Daryl asked, and Rick had a slight smile on his face.
"Spencer, you help Daryl work on the post up on the loft?" Rick asked, ignoring Daryl's question.
"Uh, nah. Just sat up there and kept him company." I tried not to smile.
"I see..." Rick's smile grew and I felt guilty when I remembered witnessing Lori and Shane's strange talk.
"Imma head over to the house, help Carol with dinner or somethin'." I said quietly, and I walked away, leaving the two men to talk about Randall. They followed behind me, and as I walked inside the house, I could hear the two talking about their plan for dropping Randall off.
"Hey Spencer." Carol smiled, and I smiled back.
"Hey Carol, need help?" I questioned, looking at the stove.
"Oh, honey, no. Thank you, but..." Carol trailed off.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I think you and Rick might need to talk to Carl and Cheyenne.." Carol said quietly.
"Why?" I asked, feeling as if I already knew the answer.
"The two have been... Acting strange." Carol looked out of the window.
"Noticed that too?" I sighed. "I'll go see what's wrong with 'em." I turned away from the kitchen and walked outside. Seeing Rick, I called out to him.
"Rick!" He turned toward me as I bounded down the stairs and jogged to him.
"Everything all right?" Rick asked as I jogged up to him.
"Not sure, think we need to talk to Carl and Chy." I admitted. "Saw 'em talkin' to Shane earlier today..."
"Shane told me. Carl and Cheyenne went out towards the swamps. Carl took Daryl's gun. The two found a walker stuck in the mud, Carl was gonna shoot it, but it got free and scared him. Same walker that.." Rick hesitated.
"Killed Dale." I finished and Rick nodded. We walked to the barn and climbed the ladder to the loft. When I got to the top, I could see Carl and Cheyenne sitting, looking out at the scene before them. Rick walked over, touching Carl's shoulder. I sat down beside Cheyenne.
"Mom said you'd be here." Rick spoke to Carl with a gentle tone. He knelt down beside his son. Carl sighed.
"Told her I was takin' look out." Carl said quietly. "Got tired of helpin' out around the house." Rick nodded, then handed Carl the gun.
"Take it." Rick said firmly. Carl and Cheyenne just stared at Rick. "What happened to Dale had nothin' to do with you. Or you, Cheyenne."
"He died, Dad." Carl's voice was sad.
"Yeah...yeah.. Feel's like there's a lot of that goin' around." Rick put his hand on the back of Carl's neck. "That's why I need you. No more kid stuff. I wish you could have the childhood I had, but that's not gonna happen... People are gonna die. I'm gonna die. Mom.. There's no way you can ever be ready for it. I try to be, but I can't. Best we can do now is avoid it as long as we can. Keep one step ahead. I wish I had somethin' better to say. Somethin', somethin' more profound... My father was good like that. But I'm tired, son. Please take it. Not only do you have to keep yourself safe, but you've got Cheyenne now, too." Rick handed him the gun again, and finally Carl took it. Rick put his arm around Carl, and I pulled Cheyenne into my lap.
"He's right, it ain't either of y'all's fault. And Carl you're gonna have to teach Chy to shoot one day. Never know when I'll be gone." I said quietly. Carl looked up at me and nodded. I gave him a small smile. "You're a good boy, Carl. Good like your Daddy." Rick gave me a thankful smile, and we got the kids up.
Leaving the barn, Cheyenne and Carl walked with me back to the house, each holding one of my hands. Rick trailed off to get Daryl. I was a little worried about Daryl and Rick leaving to let Randall go. While it felt like the right thing to do, it felt wrong to risk people in our group to carry out the mission. Trying to shake the thoughts from my head, I walked the kids up to the porch.
"You two go on in, now. Wash up, get ready to eat." I smiled at the way their eyes lit up when I mentioned food. The two scrambled inside, and I turned to walk away, when Lori's voice caught my attention.
"You sure are good with them." She commented, and I looked back at her.
"Thanks." I shrugged. "Love kids. Carl's a great kid."
"Thank you... He's trying to get used to this world." Lori shook her head. "I don't know if I can."
"Me either... Sad to think this is what Cheyenne will remember most." I looked at the ground. "Gonna go to tell Daryl bye." I said quietly, and I walked away. Seeing Rick and Daryl walking toward the house, I stopped, waiting for them to get closer. Rick looked past me at Lori, and he went to her. Daryl stopped in front of me.
"Why you lookin' like that, girl?" Daryl asked, stepping closer. My heart began to beat faster as I looked into his blue eyes.
"Just worried about you." I admitted.
"Don't. Be back before ya miss me." Daryl smirked.
"What if I miss you already?" I mumbled the question, and he chuckled.
"Ain't gone yet." He teased.
"Well, for the road..." I leaned in and kissed him. I was surprised he let me, considering anyone could see us. I felt his arms go around me, pulling me closer. He opened his mouth to mine, and when our tongues touched, I shivered. Daryl pulled back looking at me.
"Damn, girl. I need to go out more often." Daryl had a hint of a smile on his lips.
"Hey, lovebirds!" T-Dog walked up, and Daryl let go of me.
"Shuttup." I said playfully, smacking T-Dog on the arm. He grinned at me, before walking over to the truck with us. Daryl was clearing out the back, when T-Dog walked closer to him, handing him a gun.
"Only got so many arrows." T-Dog raised an eyebrow as he handed the gun over to Daryl.
"That Dale's gun?" Daryl asked, inspecting the hand gun.
"Yea." T-Dog replied quietly.
"Wish I knew where the hell mine is." Daryl grumbled, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Ready?" Rick interrupted.
"Yea.. I'll get the package." T-Dog said, heading for the barn.
"Thanks." Rick called. I helped Rick and Daryl load up what they wanted to take, which wasn't much. Before I could say anything, T-Dog was running toward us.
"He's gone! Randall's gone!" T-Dog yelled.
"The hell?" I looked at Daryl and Rick, and the three of us ran up to the barn with T-Dog. Sure enough, the barn was empty. No sign of Randall anywhere. The rest of the group crowded around outside of the barn, watching. Then the questions began. Everyone seemed to talk at once, all stating the obvious.
"RICK!" I heard Shane scream. I looked up to see him charging out of the woods, blood pouring from the top of his nose. "RICK!"
"What happened?" Lori called.
"He's armed! He's got my gun!" Shane called to us as he walked up.
"You okay?" Carl asked quickly.
"I'm fine! Lil' bastard jus' snuck up on me, clocked me in the face!" Shane explained.
"All right. Hershel, T-Dog! Get everybody back in the house! Glenn, Daryl. Come with us." Rick instructed.
"T!" Shane started forward. "Imma need that gun."
"Just let him go! That was the plan, wasn't it? To just..let him go." Carol looked nervous.
"The plan was to cut him loose far away from here. Not on our front step with a gun!" Rick growled, and they turned toward the woods.
"Don't go out there! You don't know what can happen!" Carol begged.
"Get everybody back in the house! Lock all the doors and stay put!" Rick ordered as they continued walking towards the woods. I turned my head back to the guys walking away, in just enough time to see Daryl look back at me. We locked eyes, then I felt a hand on my arm.
"Spencer, come on!" T-Dog exclaimed. Taking one last glance at Daryl, I ran with T-Dog and the others back to the house. Walking inside the house, I sat down on the floor in the dining room. I felt helpless...scared. Not of Randall, but knowing that the guys were out there. Daryl was out there...
I called Cheyenne over and we picked out a book. Maggie and Glenn had picked up some things every now and then on supply runs. Books for the kids was one of the few things they were able to snag. Sitting on my sleeping bag, I pulled Cheyenne into my lap and began reading to her.
Time seemed to pass by slowly. Cheyenne ran upstairs to play with Carl. I had moved to the living room to join in with the rest of the group. Lori looked nervous, chewing on her fingers. Maggie's face was etched with worry. Andrea and the others just looked helpless and frustrated.
"Shouldn't they be back by now?" Carol asked, looking around the room.
"Think so, wouldn't you? Randall couldn't've gotten that far. He wasn't in the shape to be runnin' off into the woods." I mumbled.
"I'm beginning to worry, myself. It's getting dark." Hershel commented, looking out of the window. The group began engaging in small talk. Nervous conversation. I sat in silence, fiddling with the side of Daryl's vest. It was warm and smelled just like him. If they didn't get back soon, I was going to panic.
"I'm going after them." Andrea stood. I jumped up.
"I'll go, too. You can't go out there alone." I said.
"Don't." Lori spoke up. "They could be anywhere. And if Randall comes back, we're gonna need both of you here." Suddenly I heard the sound of the screen door open, and footsteps into the house. Turning on my heels, I saw Daryl coming through the door frame, Glenn behind him.
"Rick and Shane ain't back?" Daryl asked, walking over to me.
"No." Lori said.
"We heard a shot." Daryl looked at Lori.
"Maybe they found Randall." Lori suggested.
"We found him." Daryl corrected.
"Is he back in the shed?" Patricia asked.
"He's a walker." Daryl replied. I looked up at him, furrowing my brow.
"Did you find the walker that bit him?" Hershel asked.
"Well, weird thing is, he wasn't bit." Glenn's voice was anxious.
"Neck was broke." Daryl looked down.
"So he fought back.." Patricia mumbled.
"Thing is, Shane and Randall's tracks were right on top of each other. And Shane ain't no tracker. So he didn't come up behind him. No, they were together." Daryl explained.
"Would you please get back out there and find Rick and Shane," Lori walked up to Daryl, "and find out what on earth is goin' on?"
"You got it." Daryl said, and Lori grabbed his arm in thanks.
"Be careful." Lori whispered. I wasn't having any of it.
"I'm goin' with you!" I nearly yelled.
"Dunno, girl.." Daryl shook his head. I followed him out onto the porch, and we stopped in our tracks. Andrea and Glenn behind us. In the darkness I could see movement, figures coming toward the house from the woods. There were dozens of them, I couldn't even try to count. This was much more severe than the herd we had encountered on the road.
"Daryl..." I whispered, looking out at the incoming walkers. The others came out of the house, walking up to see what we were staring at.
"Patricia, kill the lights." Hershel ordered.
"I'll get the guns." Andrea ran back inside.
"Maybe they'll just pass like the herd on the highway, should we just go inside?" Glenn looked at Daryl.
"Not unless there's a tunnel downstairs I dunno about. Herd that size'll rip the house down." Daryl kept looking out at the field.
"Carl's gone! I can't find Cheyenne either!" Lori's words made my heart drop.
"What?" Daryl turned to face Lori, who looked panicked.
"Gone?" I questioned, staring at her.
"They, they were upstairs, I can't find them anymore." Lori was panicking.
"Maybe they're hiding." Glenn suggested.
"They're supposed to be upstairs! I'm not leavin' without my boy!" Lori was nearly yelling.
"We're not, we're, we're gonna look again! We're gonna find them!" Carol said, running inside with Lori. I ran inside after them, Daryl right behind me. Bounding up the stairs, we tore through the whole house, finding nothing. Shay was looking downstairs, and when I met her at the bottom of the stairs, she shook her head.
"DAMMIT!" I yelled, running back out onto the porch.
"If she's with Carl, she'll be okay." Maggie tried, but I looked at Daryl.
"We gotta find them." I pleaded.
"We will." Daryl looked out at the field again. The walkers were getting closer. Andrea began handing out guns, and Maggie grabbed two, handing one to Glenn.
"Maggie?" Glenn looked at her strangely.
"You grow up country, ya pick up a thing or two." Maggie mumbled, loading her gun.
"They got the numbers, it's no use." Daryl was being brutally honest.
"You can go if ya want." Hershel said to us all.
"You gonna take 'em all on?" Daryl asked. I looked at Hershel.
"We have guns, we have cars." Hershel pumped the shotgun.
"Kill as many as we can." Andrea nodded. "And we use the cars to lead the rest of them off the farm."
"You serious?" Daryl questioned, looking at Hershel.
"This is my farm. I'll die here." Hershel said surely.
"All right. it's a good of night as any." Daryl said, jumping over the porch rail. I jumped over with him and he looked me in the eye. "Gonna take my bike. Keep an eye open for Chy or Carl. Kill as many as you can. Got your gun?"
"Got it. We gotta find them, Daryl." I cried.
"We will. Spencer, when you were fightin' with Katherine, heard you tell her you love me... Do you?" Daryl's eyes were locked onto mine.
"Yes." I nodded my head.
"Good. Come on." He grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the motorcycle. We climbed on and sped off toward the barn.
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