A/N: I want to thank flawsome4ever for commenting and expressing your support. It completely made my day. To answer your question, I'm going to heavily relay on the storyline but I am however going to make some tweaks to the storyline to make it my own for my characters. Most of the major events will remain the same but some I'm tweaking to keep to the story that I want to make. That said, I am definitely making use of the giant time gap from the fall of the farm and finding the prison with my own thoughts on how they survived and to add character interactions that would be limited otherwise for how I want to write the prison arc. I would really appreciate any feedback and encouragement.
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Chapter 2: Life is a Highway
Just as the group was pulling into the drive to the camp Isabella heard a scream over the roar of her engine.
She didn't think, just revved and shot forward.
When she made it she slammed on the brakes with compound drawn in a blink and let loose an arrow into the walker that had a hold of a young blonde girl outside an RV.
"Get inside!"
All hell broke loose then. Isabella jumped from her bike just as Rick pulled in with the truck.
He barely put it in park before he hit the ground running with Daryl, both firing at the walkers coming from the trees.
When Merrabeth made to get out and help, Glenn closed the door on her.
"Stay in the truck!"
Merrabeth could do nothing but nod in her terror. She looked to the back of the truck at the dogs, yanking the center mirror open.
"Heir!" (Come)
Both dogs waste no time in jumping through the window into the truck just as rotted arms reached over the side of the bed.
And just as quickly as it started it was over.
Isabella and Rick crept together through the tents in sync, smoking out and killing any walkers that were still moving. As they were satisfied and coming back to the grieving group a shotgun was pointed at Isabella chest.
She jerked her shotgun at the burl man doing the same.
Fuckin' knew this was gonna be a bad idea. When the hell was she gonna catch a damn break today.
"Shane! Shane put it down."
"Who the hell is this!"
"This the thanks I get for savin' your sorry ass dipshit."
"What the fuck you say?"
As Shane came forward, Isabella was prepared to meet him halfway when Rick stepped in front of her flanked by T-dog.
"She's a friend. We made it here because of her."
Shane reluctantly dropped his shotgun and Isabella made quick time to get around him to her sister still in the truck.
"Mer you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm good."
Just as she opened the driver door she got a face full of tongue.
"Jesus Ringo, I'm ok buddy. I'm ok. You did good buddy."
Ringo barked, still trying to give her kisses as she hugged him close. When Merrabeth moved to get out, Isabella shook her head.
"No, stay in the truck. You're sleeping in there tonight."
"But Izzy."
"No, not after that shitshow. You're staying in the truck with the doors locked. Keep Atlas close."
Merrabeth only grumbled but moved to grab the blanket under the back seat, pulling it over herself as she stretched out.
Rick walked over to the girls as Isabella checked her bike over.
"We're sleeping in the vehicles tonight. You're welcome to join us in the RV."
"After that clusterfuck, I'm not sleeping. I'll stay with my sister."
Rick gave an understanding nod, "Alright, we'll talk in the morning. Get some rest, yeah? Thank you, for your help. Thank you for saving my family."
Isabella just nodded, whistling as she swung herself into the bed of her truck. Ringo leaping in after her.
She was right, she didn't sleep a wink as sat on the roof of her truck. Twitching every once and a while when Ringo tensed.
She popped a few stragglers throughout the night, drawn in from all the gunfire, with her bow.
By morning she was still sitting on the roof of her truck when she saw the Redneck coming from camp holding a bundle of arrows.
He didn't say anything as he dropped them in the bed and continued on.
Guess he's not such a jackass after all.
With a yawn she dropped from the roof to the ground, checking on her sleeping sister. Yesterday took a lot out of her, especially with her conditions. The stress and excitement were getting too much, she was surprised she hadn't crashed yet.
Isabella didn't say much as she started to help Daryl drag bodies into an assumed burn pile. She wasn't going to complain if she got to see the rednecks arms bulge in effort to lift the weight of the bodies.
If the situation had been different she would have stared point blank had it not been so morbid.
She spoke very little with the others of the camp. Feeling more like an intruder helping than just sitting it out.
She only panicked when she went to check on her sister and found her missing from the truck.
"Mer, Merrabeth!"
"Excuse me, are you looking for the lady that was in that truck with the dog?"
Her panic quelled only slightly at the sight of a young boy behind her.
"Yes, do you know where she went?"
"Glenn took her down to the quarry. She threw up all over her shirt."
"Shit, thanks kid."
"Did you help my dad?"
Before she could bolt off for the quarry she looked again at the boy. He looked remarkably like his daddy.
"Yeah, but the Cowboy helped me too so I think we're even."
The kid giggled only the way kids could, "I'm Carl."
"I'm Isabella lil' cowboy," She crouched down to his level, noticing Rick pause and watch the scene.
"Cowboy?"
"Yeah you look like the cowboy type to me, like your daddy. You tough like your daddy?"
Carl nodded his head, shaking his whole body.
Chuckling, Isabella stood while ruffling the kids hair. "Well then, you need to tell your daddy to get you a hat just like him and people will start confusing you two."
"See ya round kid."
"Wait, can I come with you? My mom's down there too."
Isabella looked over the kids head to Rick who nodded his head, "Yeah, what the heck. Lead the way lil' cowboy."
Carl grabbed her hand to drag her along but let go when Ringo bolted ahead of them in a trot. The boy was not far behind trying to catch him.
She kept a close eye on the kid as they made their way down to the water, scanning the trees every so often to check for the dead.
When they reached the water, Glenn was facing her with a shotgun in his hands. She could just barely see Merrabeth out in the water.
At least the kid had the decency to keep his back turned.
"Isabella, I swear I didn't look."
Glenn's stumbling made her chuckled. He definitely took a peak.
"Sure kid, I wouldn't blame you if you did. You won't be the first and you won't be the last to perv out on my little sister."
Glenn blushed, ducking his head.
"Go on back to camp Glenn. Go help bury your dead, thank you for watching her. I think this makes us even now."
Glenn just nodded, too embarrassed. Isabella's wording didn't help much either, but she couldn't help to poke fun at the poor boy. He made it too easy.
When Isabella came closer to the water she noticed a small group of women washing clothes.
She just watched them as Carl ran up to a woman she assumed was his mother, pointing in her direction when it looked like he was getting a scolding. She did notice that a small blonde girl jerked her way.
It was the little blonde she saved from getting bitten and yelled at to get in the RV. She couldn't have been much younger than her sister.
She watched from the corner of her eye as the young girl yanked herself from an older blonde who looked to be protesting as the young girl made her way over.
"Iz."
Isabella's focus jerked forward to Merrabeth, who was staggering in the water with her brown eyes swimming. She didn't think as she rushed forward catching her just as she stumbled.
"Easy Mer, I know. I got ya. You take your meds yet?."
Merrabeth shook her head. Of course she didn't, not that puking them up would have helped but waste them anyway.
"Is she ok?"
Isabella didn't say anything to the gathered women behind her as she picked up her sister.
As she moved, one of the young blonde draped a towel over Merrabeth in her sister's arms as she walked out of the water soaked to her waist down.
Isabella whistled, calling the dogs from guarding and playing with the kids. Both animals took place on either side of her as she walked back to camp with her sister dozing in her arms.
Glenn panicked a little when Isabella came walking back into camp with her sister naked in her arms. T-Dog, who was helping him, followed his gaze. Both dropping the body they had, trying to intercept the women as Isabella made her way to her truck.
"Is she ok?"
"Yeah. Just had the energy zapped from her. It's easy to do with her condition right now."
"Condition?"
"Let's just say the raider's weren't the only reason why we needed to get the hell out of Dodge."
Merrabeth chuckled at her sister.
Glenn opened the passenger door for Isabella to set her sister inside, giving her a little privacy from the eyeing camp.
Both T-Dog and Glenn stood with their backs turned to the door on the other side to help keep away prying eyes.
"Come on Mer, stay awake a little longer. At least get a shirt on ya tease."
"Screw you Iz."
"No thanks cause that's what got you into the situation you're in now. I'm good."
The younger sibling chuckled a little but finished getting a shirt on with underwear. Her older sister helped move her to the back seat where her pillow and blanket were.
"T, you mind grabbing me a bottle of water from the back?"
"Yeah, sure."
"How's she doing?"
"She'll be fine, Glenn. She just needs rest. The last few days have been stressful."
Isabella grabbed a bag, searching through it and finding what she needed. Glenn couldn't see what the pills were that she pulled from multiple bottles but he did note two were prescriptions.
"Here's the water."
"Thanks. Mer, you need to sit up, you have to take these meds. You'll feel better in a little while."
Merrabeth barely sat up and took the medication before leaning back to go to sleep. She was out before her head hit the pillows.
Isabella pulled the curtains over the back window she had modified to the interior.
Glenn watched what she was doing, taking the windshield cover and putting it place for her while she covered the small back windows on the sides.
Just as she got out of the truck Atlas climbed in, curling in the floorboard of the backseat.
"Keep an eye on her At."
She didn't close the passenger door all the way but enough so the lock wouldn't click.
"She gonna be ok?"
"Yeah, this happens a lot. Don't need to worry about it too much. She can handle it."
"Alright, well."
Before Glenn could finish, a commotion pulled the small group from her truck to watch Shane restraining a man who appeared to be bit.
After they settled down a bit, Rick came over in front of her truck with a group of people.
"I'd say we put a pic axe in his head and the dead girls and be done with it."
"That what you'd want?"
"Yeah, and I'd thank you while yer doin' it."
Isabella sat on the hood of her truck. She had to agree with the redneck as much as she hated it. There was nothing to be done about the bit man, that was just a fact.
She only tuned back in from her thoughts when Rick looked at her.
"Don't look at me, I agree with the redneck."
The group in front of her gave her mixed looks. What surprised her was the rednecks faced filled with surprise.
"Now that's not to say walk up to him and kill him right now, but he is going to die. That's just a fact. Up to him how he wants to go out, now or later?"
"That can't be the only thing to do."
The poor old man, who she learned was Dale, was a sorry sop.
Isabella just shrugged, "Not your decision what to do with him any how, that's his and his family decision to make."
Coughing halted anymore conversation as Isabella slid from the hood.
Rick moved to follow her, looking in at the coughing Merrabeth as her sister pulled her to sit up as she hacked.
He watched as she fumbled her hand behind her, searching for something. His body leaned into the cab as he reached it for her.
"What do you need?"
"The enalapril."
Rick made no comments about the medications in the bag, like prenatals, vitamins, or diabetic labels.
"How many?"
"Two."
"She gonna be ok?"
"Yeah, the meds will help in a little bit."
Rick nodded, "Ya'll get some rest."
Isabella nodded as he walked away, focusing on laying her sister back down to get comfortable again.
She half ass ignored the continued conversation outside the truck. Hearing Rick mention the CDC and the skuffle the hick caused.
Her eyes met the hillbilly when he stomped passed. His eyes shifted further into the truck to look at her sleeping sister, before slightly nodding to the older woman as he moved on.
Isabella sat in the truck with her sister for the rest of the day. Partly listening to the conversations around the truck.
Rick wanted to go to the CDC which was a shit idea. Even if they made it, they would never let civilians into one of the world's most dangerous facilities.
Shane's plan was even more ridiculous. Fort Benning was guaranteed to be a shit show. She knew the military, fuck she was part of it for a time. If they were willing to napalm Atlanta with living civilians, then they thought that the world was fucked and martial law would be in high gear for what ever jarhead billy badass that thought they were in charge.
Fuck that. She may like the rescue group but she was not willing to put her sister's life in danger over a daydream or a jealous jackass' pride.
Later in the day, the blonde from the quarry came gently knocking on the truck with a small plate of food.
"Hi, I thought you might want something to eat."
Isabella just nodded, taking the plate and putting it on the dash. She would make Merrabeth eat it when she woke up.
"Um, I just wanted to say thank you for last night. You saved me and I don't know how I can repay you."
"Don't worry about it kid, just heat of the moment."
"Yeah but still. You saved my life and from having a chunk taken out of my arm. My name's Amy by the way."
"Don't sweat it kid, you wanna repay me. Learn to look after yourself or have someone else do it for you."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. My sister, Andrea, thinks im still a kid and babies me."
"I get that I guess, big sisters are like that no matter how old we get. Just let her protect you, but that doesn't mean don't learn to not do it yourself."
Amy watched as Isabella gently adjusted the blankets on her sleeping sister as she spoke. She wished her sister would think like Isabella. That she could take care of herself, but still treat her like Isabella treated her sister.
"Then how do I get her to back off?"
"You don't, that's never gonna happen."
Amy climbed in the trucks passenger to look back at Merrabeth as she gruffly spoke with a small smile.
"You kind just have to decide you can do it by yourself and hope she's there to catch you when you fall in the end, And deal with the incessant 'I told you so' that your gonna get."
"And didn't I tell you so munchkin?"
"Lay off Iz."
Amy chuckled as she watched the sister continue to poke fun at each other. They even drug her into their conversation for a little while before Andrea came calling for her on the other side of the camp.
She felt sad that she had to leave the sisters, she hadn't felt that heard or present for a long time.
She hoped that she could feel like that with her sister some day, even with the work it would take.
Isabella crawled out of the truck when it was nightfall, fiddling around in the bed of the truck, getting the dogs fed. Getting food for her sister, who got significantly better as she rested for the day.
"Isabella."
She turned when Rick's voice and boot scuff interrupted her dinner.
"We are pulling out to the CDC tomorrow if you want to join us."
"Naw, I'm taking us in a different direction then ya'll. Probably head out at daybreak."
"Are you sure? More eyes are better than just yours. I know you don't trust us but I would feel a lot better not leaving you two alone."
"Don't worry cowboy, we'll be just fine. You keep your mind on you and yours, they'll need you where you're going."
Rick tilted his head at her statement.
"I'm telling you know, the CDC's gonna be a bust. Even if they did let you in, by now they will be running low on fumes for keeping the place up and running if it still is. And I promise you do not want to be anywhere near it when the juice finally runs out."
"We have to try."
Isabella nodded, "I know, hopes all people have now a days I guess. You just keep an eye out. The dead are the least of your worries."
"How do you figure?"
"People have always been monsters. Now they have an excuse to be worse and show everyone else."
Rick nodded, "I have more faith in people than that. I have to, for my family."
"Just remember what I said. This new world is gonna bring out the beast, and the people you think you knew may not be what you thought."
She had heard rumors around camp all day, the benefits of keeping quiet she guessed. The leading ones being Shane fucked Rick's wife while he was supposedly dead and that Shane thought he was the hot shit big man.
It was a cluster fuck waiting to happen and she was sure that Shane was gonna do something stupid.
"Well you heard my peace. I for one wish you luck cowboy."
Rick didn't say anything as she walked away, contemplating her words.
"She doesn't mean anything by it."
Merrabeth's voice jarred him, pulling him to sit in the cab to look at the girl.
"She is something that's for sure."
"She means well, she doesn't really know how else to act. She's always been the one taking care of me. The military just drove home what she thought about people, but she's really not as bad as you think."
"And how's that?"
"She didn't kill you did she?"
Rick paused before shaking his head.
"Then she likes you well enough."
The sheriff huffed a grin at the poor girl, "You sure there's no way I can convince her?"
"No, we have a plan and if she thinks that's the way to go. My advice, get out of the way before you get run over."
Rick sighed resigned. It would have been more beneficial to have the woman come along but he wasn't willing to push. He just worried about the two women being on their own.
"Don't worry, we'll be ok. We already have a place we're headed to. Just had to wait for me to be able to make the trip."
"And can you?"
"Yeah, I can drive. But we both know I would have been no good driving out of Atlanta and that's where our problem was. I'm not that useless sheriff."
"No ma'am, I would never say that."
Rick grinned at the smile on Merrabeth's face.
"Go back to sleep. I'll give your sister a break for a while."
"Well in that case I have a deck of cards and I can kick anyone's ass at Go-Fish."
"In that case, give it your best shot at the King of Go-Fish."
Merrabeth laughed as Rick looked out the side of the truck. Isabella was leaning on it listening in.
When her eyes met Rick's they nodded to one another. She moved to the back of the truck when his attention moved back to her sister.
She would be just fine with the cowboy for a little while, it was time for her to take a fucking bath.
The moon and clouds gave her just enough light to make her way down to the quarry.
She had initially tensed when Ringo gave a deep low growl when she reached the quarry.
Isabella's eyes searched, preparing for anything to jump from the tree line. She only released her tension a few minutes after Ringo stopped his growling to lay on a large rock at the edge of the water.
Ok, maybe she was more tired than she thought.
Her straps came first. Her chest heaving a sigh from the lack of support the bruisingly tight harness gave her.
Gods she hated having fucking D's for boobs. It was always too damn heavy, fuck what men thought. They like' 'em so much they can have' um.
Her cargos came next, slipping down her thin legs like silk. The cream expanse of her toned legs shivered at the chill that crept up the exposed skin.
Once her pants were tossed aside she groaned at the stretch of her back arching as she reached above her. Her fingers slipped to slowly drag her halter top along her skin until it was free of her.
The constrictions of her bra and underwear being the only clothing touching her skin felt heavenly. Gods she had been in those cloths for days, it felt ecstatic to finally be free of them and the grime.
The release of her hair had it cascading done her back like a black waterfall to tease her hips. The grease weighing it down straighter than normal.
When her toes touched the cool water it sent a shock trembling up her spin and it took everything she had not to moan.
God damn the water felt fucking better than sex as she slowly waded forward until she took the plung.
She twirled around swimming for what felt like hours until she knew she needed to get back to her sister.
Wading forward she paused at the breaking of a branch just inside the tree line.
Ringo hadn't keyed into the sound so she brushed it off, her finger gently removing from the gun she had hidden under her clothes before creeping back from the bank and into the cool water. She scrubbed her scalp till it was raw and sighed as she put conditioner to it. Treating her skin the same, not an inch went unscrubbed or unshaven.
Isabell finally left the chilling embrace of the water after finally rinsing the conditioner from her hair she let sit as she cleaned her skin.
She dressed quickly, making sure to tighten her harness and secure her glocks, before making her way back to the camp.
The feeling of being watched never left her until she finally made it back to her Rick was sitting on her tailgate with a smile as he watched her walk back.
"She asleep?
"Yeah, only after she painfully kicked my ass at six rounds of Go-Fish."
They both chuckled at his grinning agony before he hopped down and nodded to the woman.
"See you in the morning, get some rest. Big day tomorrow."
"You too Cowboy."
Isabella chucked her dirty clothes in a bag in the tailgate before giving a low whistle.
Ringo hopped in the bed of the truck and made himself comfortably curled up on the cloth bag before he drifted off to sleep as Isabella gently rubbed his head.
"You're my good boy Ringo. We got a lot of work to do buddy but at least I know I have you. Till the end of the road baby."
She left her companion to get some much needed rest after entertaining the children all day. She could think of a time when Ringo had been that excited before other than when she finally came home. It was good to see the old timer act like a puppy again.
When she climbed into the passenger side to take up her spot in the drivers, a glance at her sleeping sister made her pause.
Merrabeth looked peacefully happy in her sleep. That cowboy did a good job at bring that smile back with just a stupid card game.
They were going to make it, Merrabeth had to.
There wasn't any other option.
Isabella watched her sister chat happily with Amy from the bed of the truck. Only her sister could get attached to someone in less than a day.
"You sure you don't want to come with us?"
"We'll make our own way."
Rick sighed, he did not want to leave the women to their win devices out on the road alone.
"Easy cowboy, I can take care of my own just fine. You look after yours," Carl came up to his father and the woman with Ringo slobbering all over him.
"Especially this lil' cowboy, I bet he'll give you a handful."
"Do you really have to go?"
Carl gently pushed Ringo from his face to look up at Isabella with what could only be accurately described as puppy eyes that only children could pull off.
"Oh Rick, now that's just cruel."
"Worth a try."
Isabella almost chuckled at the man as she bent down to the kid, "You take care of your daddy lil' cowboy. He'll make a sheriff out of you yet."
Carl just giggled and nodded as Ringo demanded attention from the child once more.
"Traitor."
The shepherd barked in what one could almost call a chuckle to the woman's taunt.
"Alright, that's it. Merrabeth load up, we got a long way to go."
"You sure you won't tell me where you're headed?"
"You're a nice enough cowboy, but I have to protect my family. I don't even know if we'll be welcome where we're going, let alone when shit hits the fan for you, that you'll be welcome if you find your way my way."
Rick nodded, it made sense but still pushed on his conscious.
He reached out his hand and watched Isabella pause before she slowly took it.
"Good luck. I hope we meet again."
"Me too cowboy."
Rick nodded to the woman and left to where Merrabeth was talking to Amy just as T-Dog and Glenn walked up to her.
"Is there any way I can convince you to come with us?"
"Not a chance kid."
"I'm gonna miss you Isabella. Don't get killed ok?"
Isabella just chuckled at Glenn before gently punching his shoulder. "You too. Try not to get kidnapped anymore though cause I'm not gonna be there to save your ass again."
T-Dog chuckled at the woman as he lifted his fist to meet hers.
"You take care of your sister, crazy, and yourself."
"Will do T, you each it fucker. Your the only sane one here."
The three chuckled, but Isabella knew it was time to leave. Dawn was finally hitting the sky.
"Merrabeth, move your ass. We're loosing daylight."
"I'm going you hoe. Jesus don't get your thong in a twist."
The sisters got one last chuckle at the red faced Glenn before Isabella made for her bike.
Well I'll be fucking damned, fucking sexy rednecks.
Daryl was leaning on her bike with a bushel of arrows in his hand, arms bulging over his chest as his back arched from the bike.
"You getting me gifts now, redneck? Didn't know you liked getting pinned that much or was it just my magnetic charm that gets you going?"
"Fuck this."
Daryl's face went beet red, steam rolling out of his ears as his back tensed under her tease.
She realized then that she pushed a little too far on that one. That tense was someone who was ready for a strike, not someone who had just been teased.
"Easy Daryl, just poking a little fun. I never thanked you for your help, so thank you. You ain't so bad for a hillbilly redneck."
Daryl didn't say anything but grunt and shove the arrows into her chest.
The wood arrows were well made and would fit her compound pull strength perfectly.
"Don't fuckin' waste um'."
And with that the redneck made a beeline for the tree and didn't turn back.
Ok, so he was a teddy bear. Too bad she'd never get to push his buttons again. She would have enjoyed picking him apart, or having him pick her apart.
Fuck my life. Not having sex for four damn years was making her ovaries burst over sexy rednecks.
Time to get the hell out of Dodge before her ovaries started thinking for her head.
Isabella didn't look back when she straddled her bike and kicked it in gear to shoot off in front of her sister, neither looking back.
The girls made good time on the road for a few days as they traveled. Only trouble came when they had stopped to siphon gas and hit a few dead on the road.
"Are you sure Mr. Greene will help after how you left things last time? We haven't been back home in years, he may not be happy to see us."
"I don't, but they are our best option right now. If Mr. Greene is still the man I remember. He will at least give us a place to stay until I can figure out what to do next. We will cross that bridge when we get there. Keep the system and roll with the punches one by one."
"Roll with the punch."
Isabella rested her head on her sisters, "Don't worry, we got this. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you."
"I'm not just worried about me, idiot. When was the last time you slept since we left Rick and the others?"
Isabella did answer as she pulled away. Ringo and Atlas had tensed beside them in the truck bed. The dogs hackles raised as they growled lowly at the creeping figure stumbling into view.
A rotting woman came from the trees in silent moans, her lower face completely removed from her skull.
Merrabeth drew a breath a the walking corpus, "Jesus Christ."
"Yeah, I don't think he's got anything to do with us anymore."
A resounding thunk dropped the corpus before it made its way any closer as Isabella dropped her compound to her side.
"Come on, we need to get out of here. Where theirs one of those fuckers, more follow. Besides, the farm shouldn't be too much further."
Merrabeth gave one more look at the woman.
"Do you think we'll end up like that one day?"
Her eyes were void as her hand dropped to her stomach. Isabella couldn't answer her.
She promised to never lie to her sister when she was younger. She didn't want to break that promise because even she didn't really even know the answer to that.
After all, who's to say how long anyone had anymore before they became one of the walking dead or a victim to the new world of monsters.
Isabella was nervous as she drove up in front of her sister up the Greene road to the farm house.
I thought I left this shit back in Iraq, driving up to potential fucking shootouts.
She would see a large, very hefty man come out onto the porch with a gun in hand.
Her hand jolted out to make Merrabeth slam on the brakes to stop the truck as she rode forward slowly.
When she stopped close to the porch, she slowly rose both her hands in surrender.
Besides she could take the fat man in seconds, she wasn't worried about herself.
I've dropped heavier.
"Easy, I'm looking for Hershel Greene. Last time I was here, his family owned this farm."
"What do you want with him?"
'That's for him to know fat man, but if you don't take that gun off my sister I swear to fucking Christ I will drop you in a blink."
The man had the sense to take his gun sight from the truck and point it at her instead. Before he could speak over the threat, a gruff old voice came from the door t the house.
"Young Lady, I thought I taught you better than that."
The tension seemed to leave her body before she had a chance to speak.
God, I was good to hear the old fuckers voice again.
"You have no idea how good it is to hear your voice Mr. Greene."
Hershel Greene cackled at the woman before him. She hadn't changed one bit, or maybe she changed too much.
"I'm sorry for coming here Mr. Greene, there was no where else to go."
The old man watched as the truck behind her pulled up the drive and parked beside her.
Merrabeth had grown into a beautiful young woman as she left the truck to stand beside her sister.
The girls looked like nervous children who were waiting for a scolding that would not come.
"Welcome home girls."