Lori came back to the camp shortly after me and Carl, tears in her eyes, but she managed to take Carl back to their tent, allowing me the privacy I needed to go to my tent. Ignoring anyone else around camp, I just made my way to my tent and crawled inside as quickly as possible.

When I got back to my tent and laid down on the blankets slayed across the ground, all I did was sob. My hand rubbed at my chest, the other arm covering my face as I cried and cried into my bare arm. My lips quivered as I tried to hold back my crying, but it only burst out louder than before, making me bury my head in my pillow, my arms wrapping around under it as I rolled onto my stomach.

My mind kept returning to Dale, the injury, and how it looked like he had been ripped open. I would have thrown up if I had eaten anything that day, but my stomach churned the emptiness uncomfortably. It was more horrifying than anything else I had seen since being with the group, and it was only made worse that I had spent so much time around him.

It was killing me. The last I spoke to Dale was arguing about what to do with Randall, a conversation in which I was frustrated, annoyed, and harsh. If I had known, I would have tried keeping my cool, but it was too late. And then there was the discussion, where Andrea was the only person who could stand up for Dale.

I wish I had thought harder about other ways to deal with Randall than killing him, but even now, I was still scared of Randall and his group after what happened. I still didn't want him here; I still didn't want to deal with the consequences of letting him go. Even though Dale fought hard, I still couldn't bring myself to agree with his points, even now. But after tonight, I didn't want to see him die. If it was still an option, I would go through with it, but my brain had been trying to think of another solution to no avail.

I didn't know how long I had been there, hiding in my tent, but the sun had peaked over the horizon, lighting the tent in an orange glow. A glow that before would have heated the fabric room to the unbearable point and was now barely warming up the area around me. I didn't reach for my blanket or anything that would bring me warmth because I couldn't move.

It was quiet around camp, and I assumed it was mainly because everyone was helping move Dale to his grave. They would have another funeral, and I would attend out of respect, but I wouldn't like it. I wasn't sure how many more I could attend before it broke me, but I felt it was getting close.

I stopped crying eventually, laying in the uneasy silence that had settled around me. My chest was heavy, like a weight was pressing down on me, preventing me from breathing. I pulled a leg up to my chest, leaving the other extended across the room's length.

I was glad I had this time, I knew that there would be work to be done that day, and so I needed the option to be alone for a while before I had to face the rest of the group. They would want to check the fences and where the walker could have gotten onto the land. There would be more chores and work that Rick would hand out later in the day, and I would have to help, even if I didn't want to.

Footsteps neared my tent, and the door was slowly unzipped by whoever was there. I didn't turn to look or make any effort to move as the person peered in.

"Hey," Maggie knelt down in the doorway of my tent, her hand squeezing my leg to see if I was awake or not. I lifted my head, looking at her over my shoulder, and she let go, shifting her weight, so she was down on one knee. "They're about to start the ceremony."

All I could do was nod, but still, I stood up. Maggie waited for me to grab my grey hoodie and pull it over my head, and when I was ready, she placed her hand on my shoulder and walked me down to the graves.

Dale was buried where we had the last funeral, off to the side of the barn, next to Sophia. Rocks and stones had been gathered to outline where the graves had been filled in, and Dale's was no different.

Rick was standing at the foot of the grave, filled in before anyone else arrived. "Dale could—could get under your skin," He began, his eyes fixated on the dishevelled dirt before him. "He sure got under mine because he wasn't afraid to say exactly what he thought, how he felt. That kind of honesty is rare and brave."

Gripping my arm with the opposite hand, I thought back to the discussion about Randall, how Dale was willing to fight for him even when no one else would. Still, I didn't know that keeping him around was the safest decision, and we had no idea what kind of trouble letting him go could bring us, but Dale still fought for Randall's life. He still believed he could be good or that he would stay with us and make a difference in the group.

"Whenever I'd make a decision, I'd look at Dale," Rick said. "He'd be looking back at me with that look he had. 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."

I looked around at the rest of the group. Carl was silently crying, tears rolling down his cheeks. Everyone else held a firm expression, still very saddened by the situation, standing around in respectful silence for Rick's eulogy.

"In the end, he was talking about losing our humanity. He said this group was broken. The best way to honour him is to unbreak it; set aside our differences and pull together, stop feeling sorry for ourselves and take control of our lives, our safety—our future," Rick shifted on his feet, his hands gripping each other just below his belt. "We're not broken. We're gonna prove him wrong. From now on, we're gonna do it his way," Rick looked up, around at the rest of the group, "That is how we honour Dale."

After the funeral, Rick sent out a group of people to check the farm's perimeter and find the breach where the walker had gotten in yesterday. Shane offered to go with the group to check the fence, and I knew it was because he was mad at Rick's decision on how to deal with Randall. Rick had decided to take Randall out further so that, hopefully, he wouldn't know his way around or back to his group.

While that group was out, he had everyone else pack up the camp to move our things into the house. Rick had spoken to Hershel, and they both agreed that we shouldn't be outside any longer.

Maggie came over while I was emptying the contents of my tent into my bag, talking to me while I worked, which was nice. She said nothing particularly important, just talking. I continued shoving things in my bag as she spoke; it looked like it would burst open, with only a blanket that wouldn't squeeze inside. I left them by the tree in the middle of the camp and moved to collapse the tent, which Maggie helped with.

She walked with me to one of the cars, dumping my tent in the back so it could be taken over to the house later. I pushed back the sleeves of the jacket she gave me earlier that day, a red hoodie jacket that was slightly too big.

The blue pick-up returned an hour later. Well, maybe. I lost track of time, so I couldn't tell how long they had been gone. T-Dog and Daryl jumped down from the bed of the truck, and Shane and Andrea stepped out of the front. T-Dog immediately walked away, ready to help take down the rest of the camp.

A few group members walked over to the car, curious to hear about the breaches they found while out. Me and Maggie joined them, standing next to Beth, who waited a few feet away from the group.

Shane leaned against the truck, his arm resting over the side panel, "Found a few busted fences," Shane said, "some walkers across the farm. It's all sorted now, but the fences may need some more reinforcements."

Rick nodded, his hands coming up to rest on his belt, "We'll try and fix up some of the things around the farm. The shed, fences. Windmill."

Hershel also seemed to be in agreement. "We should move you into the house first. It'll be safer in case any of the fences come down again. Besides, with Winter coming, your tents won't give enough shelter from the cold."

"Thank you again," Lori said. "I hope it won't be too much trouble."

"It's no trouble," he raised his hand, helping us move some of the boxes into the back of the blue truck. "But I will say that I'll have to try and get the backup generator working. It'll be better if we have both of those working in the Winter in case one breaks down. The only thing is that I can't seem to find the problem with it."

Andrea turned to Daryl, clapping her hands together to clean off some of the dirt. "Maybe you could do something? You're normally pretty handy."

"Nah," he shook his head. "Wouldn' know where to start."

Glenn looked at me as he passed with a box in his arms. "What about you, Ace?"

I felt many eyes turn to me, most people staring in confusion. His eyes moved around, now suddenly aware that he had basically outed me in front of the entire group. Still, I'm unsure how much longer I could have hidden it. With Dale gone, the only other person that knew anything about cars was Daryl, and as he said he didn't know how a generator worked.

Rick turned to me, and I suddenly remembered that I had told him about being a mechanic. "Could you look at it?" He asked. "I'm not sure how different it would be from a car, though."

"Maybe," I shrugged. "But I'm not sure how much I'd be able to do."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Shane said, his back straightening up.

"Ace is a mechanic," Glenn was ready to walk away, but when he heard the questions, he stopped next to Beth and answered. "She worked in her dad's garage before the fall."

I looked around, but I could see in their eyes that no one believed him. Typical. I didn't expect much of a reaction, seeing as I had done things in front of most of the group that would show that I had some knowledge of cars. They were the ones that didn't pay any attention.

Glenn looked around at the blank faces before saying, "She was the one that fixed Merle's bike in Atlanta."

That got their attention.

My head snapped to Glenn, and he realised that he had just told my only secret to the group. It didn't really matter that anyone in the group knew anymore because Merle was gone, but it had been a secret for so long. Sort of, because even Merle found out before anyone in the group. After so long, there was no point in bringing it up anymore.

Maggie looked at Daryl, "Merle was your brother, right?"

He only nodded in response.

Rick's head tilted to the side, "Fixed Merle's bike?"

"It was before you joined the group," Shane explained. "Someone fixed Merle's bike in the middle of the night."

"Damn near screamed the place down," Andrea finished.

Shane turned to Daryl, "Wait, you knew and didn't say anything?"

"It wasn't my place to say anything," Daryl scoffed.

Lori looked at me, "Why didn't you say anything?"

"What?" I blinked a few times.

"That you're a mechanic," Andrea scoffed, still in disbelief.

"Well, technically, according to licensing, I'm not a mechanic," I said. "Besides, in Atlanta, you guys had Jim, and Dale knew enough about cars that I didn't have to say anything."

"You still could have said something," Lori argued.

I stared at her, my eyebrows raised, "In all honesty, I didn't really think that I had to."

"But—"

"—Nah, I'm with Ace," T-Dog stepped in, shaking his head as he interrupted Lori. "She ripped a spark plug from a car and used it to break a window," he said, looking between Lori and Andrea. "If we didn't get that she was a mechanic from that, it's on us."

Maggie took a step forward, her hand on my shoulder, "Well, there's no point arguing about it anymore; everyone knows now," she looked down at me, "and you can look at the generator, right?"

I nodded, "I guess."

"It's not a desperate matter," Hershel said. "But it will be better to check it out before it gets too cold. Let's try and get everyone settled in the house first, and you can look at it whenever you want."

Rick nodded in agreement, turning to Hershel. "It'll be tight, 15 people in one house."

"Don't worry about that," he said. "With the swamp hardening, the creek drying up . . ."

"With 50 head of cattle on the property, we might as well be ringing a damn dinner bell," Maggie continued for him.

"She's right," Hershel nodded. "We should've moved you in a while ago."

Rick nodded as a way of saying thanks before he turned to everyone else. "All right, let's move the vehicles near each of the doors facing out toward the road. Just leave it there," he said, pointing to the house. "We'll build a lookout in the windmill, another in the barn loft. That should give us sightlines on both sides of the property."

Even though I had been assigned to fix the backup generator, I knew I would try and help out with building the lookouts. The one in the barn would be easy; put some blankets up there for the winter, and whoever was on watch could take a rifle.

Rick continued ordering people, telling them the plan to get the farm locked down and safe. I walked to the tree in the middle of the camp, grabbing my yellow bag and blanket from the ground.

"Come on," Maggie was standing behind me, holding a plastic box in her arms. "Let's get you moved in."

Maggie had spent a lot of time around me that day, which I found comforting. Maybe it was because she made sure I was okay after what happened to Dale; maybe she just wanted to get closer to me because we would be living in the same house. I was grateful for her checking up on me and hanging around.

Beth joined us as we walked over, holding a couple of things taken from camp, "It's pretty cool that you're a mechanic," she said. "Did you enjoy working with your dad?"

I nodded. "Yeah, it was one of the main reasons I did it. My dad worked a lot, so sometimes I would only get to see him if I was in the garage."

"How did you find it?" Maggie asked before continuing. "I mean, was it okay balancing the work with school?"

I shrugged. "I guess I was a couple of weeks ahead on schoolwork anyway, so it was never a problem. I never got to fix the customer's cars because I didn't have a licence or anything. I wasn't old enough. I was going to get my licence when I turned sixteen in a few months."

It was probably much closer than a few months ago. With my birthday being in December and the weather much colder than before, we must have been getting closer to me turning sixteen.

"Still," Maggie said. "It is really cool."

We walked inside the house together, and Maggie took the things from Beth, taking her boxes and the other items into a different room. I was going to put my bag down in the living room where we were supposed to be sleeping when Beth stopped me.

"You can share my room if you'd like," she smiled. "It'd be quieter than sleeping in the sittin' room with everyone else."

I stared at her for a second, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "Of course."

I was slightly taken aback by her offer, thinking she would have wanted her bedroom to herself, "Thank you."

She nodded her head for me to follow her upstairs and straight to her room. Part of me had forgotten that her actual bedroom was upstairs because she had been sleeping in the bedroom downstairs for so long. Then I remembered the first night I came to the farm, where Beth and Jimmy had invited me to join them in her room, and we just talked for hours.

I walked inside, putting my bag down on the chair in the corner, "I'll just set my stuff up on the floor."

"We can share my bed," Beth said quickly. "It's a double, so there's plenty of room."

I looked at her, my blanket in my hand, "You don't have to share your bed with me."

"Don't be silly; I wouldn't want you to sleep on the floor," she told me.

It was so nice of her to do this for me, and I had to try hiding it, but I was so glad that I could finally sleep in a bed again. I was so sick of camping, "Thank you so much."

Still, I placed my blanket on top of the chair, on top of my bag.

"I wanted to say sorry," Beth said.

"For what?"

"Just some of the stuff I said to you the other day," she looked at the ground, almost ashamed. "You went to get my dad back for me, and I was awful to you."

"You were upset," I said. "I don't blame you."

Beth's head moved to the side, still looking down, but now her gaze was settled on her wrist. If she wasn't wearing her denim jacket, I would have been able to see the bandage protecting her stitches.

"I do think that your group would help us, my family," she said. "If the farm ever gets overrun."

"We would," I said. "Your family isn't separate. We're all a part of the same group, we don't just leave each other behind."

Beth smiled, "I get that now."

I helped around the house after leaving my things in Beth's room, spending a little while helping them move things around, store things in the basement, set up where everyone would be staying. It made me grateful that Beth had offered to let me stay in her room, because it was going to get very crowded in the other rooms.

Walking through the dining room with a box in my hand, I heard Lori tell some of the others, "The men are in there."

Glenn entered the dining room with his guitar in one hand and a sleeping bag in the other, going to put his things down on the table. I walked past him into the living room and looked around for somewhere to put the box down.

Maggie stayed in the doorway, leaning against the frame, "You can put your stuff in my room."

"With your dad in the house?" Glenn quietly asked, and I put one of the boxes in the living room. I shook my hands, trying to get some feeling back to my fingers after carrying the heavy boxes around as Glenn continued, "I'll just put my stuff over there."

Smooth, I thought as I rolled my eyes.

At that point, I realised that most of the things inside the house were where they needed to be, so my next plan was to go look at the backup generator Hershel was talking about. I had seen one in the shed that wasn't connected to anything when speaking to him before, so I made my way out of the house.

Rick was standing outside, looking down over a map laid out precariously across the porch railing. I assumed he was looking for somewhere to take Randall, seeing as the plan was to take him out further so he wouldn't know his way around. The route must have been chosen by now, so he was just going over it in his head.

"I'm going to take a look at the generator," I said as I passed him.

"Ace!" Rick called me, which stopped me in my tracks. "Before you do that, I want you to help Jimmy board up the windows on the first floor," I had to remind myself that he meant the ground floor, but I nodded my head anyway. I was getting sick of correcting them. "There's some planks in the Hyundai."

"Yeah, okay," I nodded.

I walked back up the porch, dropping the other tools I had in the box and grabbing a hammer from the ground at the front of the house. Rick then turned and walked towards the barn, so I assumed he was setting up the lookout somewhere over there.

Jimmy and I boarded the windows in silence, each taking our own to get the job done faster. Rick wanted these higher-priority jobs done as soon as possible, so neither of us spoke while we worked. We each went to get our own planks and did our own jobs as if the other wasn't there.

Even if we were doing our own thing, we could still see when the other needed help holding up a board and went over to help whenever we needed it. I mainly struggled holding the board in place, so Jimmy would come over from time to time and hold it steady while I hammered in the nails.

I also needed to stand on a chair to cover the very tops of the windows, and so my precarious balance seemed to worry Jimmy enough for him to keep a close eye on me as I worked. It was honestly a surprise that I didn't fall over.

Eventually, the boards were done, except for one window that Jimmy offered to do by himself, which gave me the freedom I needed to grab the toolbox and head out to the shed to look at the generator.

I pulled down a panel to look at the inner workings of the generator. After trying to decipher which parts did what, I found nothing wrong in my quick glance over it, which meant the generator should have been running fine. I remembered then that Hershel never said how it was broken.

This made me try to turn it on. If it turned on, I could only assume it was broken because it wouldn't power anything in the house, which meant it was a connection issue either in the generator or at the house.

After checking the fuel levels, which were close to empty but not completely, I moved to turn the generator on. I flipped the fuel valve, moved the choke rod from right to left, and flipped the ignition switch so it was on. When this was done, I grabbed the recoil chord, yanking the handle a few times until the engine started. Once it was running, I turned the choke rod back to the 'run' position.

The engine was actually running, which meant it was a connection issue . . . somewhere. I would check the generator first, seeing as I was here already. I left it running and walked out of the shed and back towards the house to the power inlet box.

It was a small, grey metal box that was attached to the side of the house, with a long black wire running up from underneath the porch. After opening the box, I realised that someone had attached a gauge. I checked the meter and saw that it wasn't receiving any power, which meant that the most likely option was the problem with the generator itself and not anything with the house.

I walked back into the shed, but on my way there, I saw Shane wandering around near where I was. When he spotted me, he followed me inside, "Work out the problem, yet?"

I shrugged my shoulders, thinking of how to explain what I discovered about the old piece of machinery, "The generator turns on, but for some reason, it isn't powering the house. I think there might be a problem with the connection," I said, my words coming out so fast that I wondered whether Shane could even understand me. Still, I continued, "But there is also a chance the inlet box could be broken, and it's not sending power to the transfuser switch or load centre. Less likely, seeing as they are in the basement protected from the elements."

"Could be a problem with the cable itself," Shane suggested.

I didn't actually think about that, but it was a simpler solution than anything I had been rambling on about, "Maybe."

"Is there another one you could try?"

We looked around and then saw that there was another long cable hanging in a spiral on a hook on the wall. I unplugged the one in the generator, replacing it with the one in my hand, before walking over to the house with Shane to connect the other end to the inlet box.

Still, the gage said it was receiving no power. "Nope."

I connected the original wire to the house, the one coming from the main generator and dragged both the cables for the backup generator back into the shed.

"It might be the socket, then; maybe a fuse has blown," I said. "It looks like it's been sitting here a while."

I knelt down, grabbed a screwdriver from the box, and unplugged the wire from the generator to disconnect the socket.

"Don't you think you're forgetting something?" Shane questioned, which brought my attention back to what I was doing.

I was taking out the plug socket so I could check whether the wires were still working properly inside, and then I heard it, the hum of the generator still running in the background.

"I've just realised that I should probably turn off the generator before I touch these wires and kill myself."

"Good idea."

The room fell into silence for a few minutes while I worked. I moved over and pressed the button to switch the generator off before returning to what I was doing. I was so focused on what I was doing for so long that it scared me when Shane started talking again.

"I got some stuff to do," he said. "If I leave you right now, you promise you won't get yourself electrocuted?"

"I'll try."

"Ace!" I heard a voice yelling frantically as they ran towards the shed. "Ace!"

I looked back out the door over my shoulder but didn't move from my position on the ground. By the way they were yelling, it sounded bad, but I couldn't tell for sure what had actually happened.

T-Dog ran through the door, his face relaxing when he saw me sitting on the ground, "You're okay!" He exclaimed, running over to me and gripping under my arms and pulling me to my feet. "Come on, we have to get back to the house."

His hand wrapped around my wrist, dragging me back towards the house as I got out, "Why? What's happening?"

"Randall got out," T said. "He took Shane's gun."

My eyes widened, "What? When?"

"We don't know; we only found out now," he said.

"How did he get out?"

T-Dog shook his head, "We don't know. All we know is that he slipped his cuffs and got the jump on Shane. Rick, Daryl, Shane and Glenn went to look for him; everyone else is in the house."

I had expected him to say that the door was broken or that Randall had squeezed through another broken panel in the barn, but he didn't. Did that mean there were no breaches? If nothing was broken, then how could he have escaped? How didn't they know? If the shed was broken, then it would be pretty obvious.

Like he said, everyone was in the house when we got back, and T-Dog closed and locked the door behind us, yelling out as we got inside, "I found her! It's okay, I found her!"

Lori ran into the hallway, placing her hands on my shoulder, "Thank God."

"What do we do?"

"Nothing for now," Hershel answered. "We have to wait for the others to get back with Randall."

"So we just sit here?" Andrea asked. "What if he comes back?"

"What if he gets away?" Maggie added. "He could run right back to his people."

"You're right," T-Dog answered, and I couldn't really tell if he was speaking to Maggie or Andrea, but he continued either way, "If he comes back, we need to be ready. We should keep an eye on the windows. If we see him, we can defend ourselves from upstairs; those aren't boarded, right?"

"No," Jimmy said.

"Okay, get the gun bag out ready," T-Dog said, pointing over to a cupboard where I guessed the gun bag was now stored. "Put it on the table, leave it there for now but keep it open; easier to grab if anything happens."

"Good idea," Andrea nodded.

Carl grabbed a pair of binoculars from the table, going to walk past Lori, but she grabbed his shoulder, "What are you doing?" Lori asked.

"I'm going to take the binoculars and keep watch upstairs," Carl said. "I can shout down if I see him coming."

She was reluctant but nodded. "Just yell down if you see anything, and stay hidden."

"I will," he nodded.

We had been waiting for hours, the sun had gone down, and I was starting to get slightly panicked. The longer we stayed there, the more I felt the colour drain from my face. I must have looked like a ghost by now.

I stared across the room, but I didn't remember seeing anything. My foot tapped against the ground in front of me, but I didn't know for how long. I only realised I was doing it when Maggie placed her hand on my shoulder, now perched on the arm of the sofa beside me. Her touch brought me back to the room, and I stilled my movements, now aware of how annoying my foot-tapping could have been.

My mind kept wandering back to Randall and how he could have gotten out of the shed from his handcuffs. I get that he may have slipped the handcuffs with enough pulling; he even may have dislocated his thumb to get away. Still, there was no way he could have escaped the barn without breaking the door or leaving a trace. Something had to have been broken, but nobody knew what.

And then, it moved on to what would happen if he managed to get back to his group. The kind of war we would have. We might have had to leave the farm if anyone had come because we would never be able to fight against 30 men. It was no secret what would happen if we couldn't escape, which only scared me more that Randall was missing.

Andrea stood up, "I'm going after them."

"Don't," Lori stopped her. "They could be anywhere. And if Randall comes back, we're gonna need you here."

I wondered why he would come back alone unless his group was so close that he could get back to them and bring some back up in a few hours. There was no reason for him to come back alone, but we had no idea what he would try to get back at us.

The door opened behind her, and Daryl walked in with Glenn behind him. I stood at the same time as Maggie, and she kept her hand on my shoulder. Everyone else straightened up and stared at them for answers.

Daryl peered around the room, but what he said made my stomach drop, "Rick and Shane ain't back?"

"No," Lori shook her head.

"We heard a shot," Glenn said.

I didn't hear any shooting, but I had been dissociated for the better half an hour, so I looked to the others to see if they knew what he was talking about. No one in the house mentioned a shot, meaning that whoever it was must have been far away.

"Maybe they found Randall."

Daryl shook his head, "We found him."

"Is he back in the shed?" Patricia asked.

There was a beat before Daryl said, "He's a walker."

"Did you find the walker that bit him?" Hershel asked.

"No," Glenn said. "The weird thing is he wasn't bit."

"His neck was broken," Daryl finished.

Oh, God. They found him as a walker with no bites, the same thing that happened to Tony in the bar. I debated telling them about what happened in town, that you didn't need to get bitten to turn, but Rick and Shane weren't back yet, so I didn't want to add that kind of worry to the pile. Let alone they would scold me for keeping it to myself like they did when Glenn said I was a mechanic.

I wondered whether they would put it together, seeing it was the second instance they had seen where someone was a walker with no bites, the first being Jacqui, but no one seemed to think about it, and they just continued their conversation.

"So he fought back," Patricia said.

"The thing is, Shane and Randall's tracks were right on top of each other," Daryl waved his hand at his side while he spoke. "And Shane ain't no tracker, so he didn't come up behind him," he said. "They were together."

"So, Shane killed him?" I asked, getting looks from everyone in the group. Beth, who was standing at my side, stared at me. "If his neck was broken and they were together, it means Shane killed him, right? So, why isn't he back here with Rick? Why send everyone out in the first place?"

T-Dog rubbed the back of his neck, "He said Randall got away. Why say that if he was trailing him the whole time?"

Lori walked over to Daryl, "Would you please get back out there, find Rick and Shane and find out what on earth is going on?"

He nodded, "You got it."

Lori gripped his arm in thanks as he walked towards the door, Glenn following behind him. Andrea also walked outside, knowing now that the threat of Randall was gone, so she was ready to go and search for them.

"Uh, guys!" I heard Andrea call.

We all walked outside to see what was happening, and when we did, we saw the problem. A herd, bigger than any we had seen before, was walking in a clumped group towards the farm.

Towards us.

Sorry for the slow update and short-ish chapter, I've been really busy with uni work, and that isn't going to ease up over Christmas. Got three different due dates within three weeks of January, so there's a lot of work to do. I'll try and get the next one out quicker but there is no promises there.

Remember to leave some comments and let me know what you think! Hope you enjoyed and I'll see you all next time :)