I hear a sound. A clinging. I sit up with my gun in my hand. I see a figure down by Rick. I'm about to shoot when I hear," shit!"
Its Mashone. Carl and Rick both sit up. "What- How did you did you find us?" I start to say "What are you doing here?" but that sounds mean.
"I was following you guys, but I lost your trail for awhile. When I found it again it lead me here. I was trying to get under this... fence to wake Rick up and tell him I was here. As you can see that didn't work," she explains.
"Well your lucky I didn't shoot you."
"Did you see any of the others. Did they make it out okay?" asks anxiously.
"I saw Maggie leave with 2 people, but I couldn't see who. Beth and Daryl made it out. I think Hershel didn't make it," she says quietly.
"What?!" Carl half screams.
"Carl! What are you talking about? Hershel didn't make it?" Rick quiets Carl.
"I heard Maggie and Beth crying," she shrugs, a sad look on her face. "I don't think he did."
"God..." Rick put a hand to his head and slowly shakes it.
"I knew we should have stayed and helped them get out," Carl snaps.
"There was nothing we could have done Carl. We were being surrounded."
"We could have tried," he mutters.
Rick ignores him and turns back to Mashone," Well you should get some sleep. Its late and you've been walking all day."
"I think I'll just keep watch. I'm not tired."
"Okay," Rick doesn't argue with her.
We all lay back down and soon Carl and Rick are asleep. I cant go back to sleep. I'm wide awake. I look up at the starless sky. Its probably 4 in the morning. My dad used to have a watch. It had a black wrist band, a gold clock, and fancy numbers. He always wore it. Everywhere he went he had his watch. He wore it all the way up he died. They don't feel dead. Its like they moved to another planet. One far better than this one and they're never coming back. Its strange how even after all this I'm afraid to join them. Afraid of leaving this harsh world. I know my family will come back as zombies. I don't want to see them. I don't think I could kill them. I don't think I could do anything ever again. I would probably go crazy.
"What are you thinking about?" she asks. How did she know I was awake?
"My parents. What would happen if they came back. Stuff like that."
"Were they bit?"
"Yeah," I whisper.
"I lost my son and my husband," she tells me.
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"Everyone's sorry. Everyone has lost someone," she sighs. "Some more than others."
"It sucks doesn't it?"
"It does," she agrees.
"Is it bad that I would rather be here rather than with my family?"
"Its in our nature to fight. To try to stay alive. Some people give up faster than others. You must be a fighter."
I nod at this. "I am."
"You need to get some sleep. I wont let any walkers get you," she smiles and I barely see her white teeth in the dark.
I roll over and shut my eyes. I still feel awake, but I can feel sleep tugging me in. I let it and soon I am asleep.
I see red and orange from behind my eye lids. It must be morning. I sit up and yawn, while stretching my muscles. Carl is still sleeping, but I see Rick and Mashone outside of the fence searching the tree line. The sun is warm, but the air is cool. It is close to fall. Probably October. No one has to dress up for Halloween anymore. We have enough monsters in the world. I see Carl move and he sits up a moment later. His eyes are half closed. He lays back down and covers his eyes with his hands. He groans, but then I hear a quiet laugh. I roll my eyes and smile. "Don't be such a baby," I joke.
"I am not a baby. I just don't like waking up," he says still covering his face.
"Then go back to sleep."
"No then I will have to wake up again," he groans.
"So you can deal with zombies, but oh God not mornings," I say sarcastically.
"Hey. Old habits last," he finally uncovers his eyes. His hair is messy from sleep. I hadn't paid attention to his outfit before, but he has a lighter jacket on than me. He wears a blue zip up jacket, baggy jeans, and boots.
"So your saying you like to get up in the mornings?"
"No, but I'm not a baby about it," I smile. He just shakes his head.
"Come on you guys. We gotta go if you wanna find the rest of the group," Rick calls.
"We're coming," Carl calls back.
I put my gun behind my back, and put my sword over my shoulder. I put my book bag on too. Carl grabs his stuff and we follow Rick and Mashone. We continue along the path that we made camp on. After a few miles we come out on some railroad tracks. I jog a few feet up ahead to a sign posted on a pole. It says Follow the tracks to...
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