Someone is shaking me. My eyes shoot open and I look around. Its just Carl. "Whaaaat," I groan.
"You told me to wake you up when I got up and I'm up," he explains.
I am still nowhere near satisfied with the nap that I took, but I decide to get up anyways. I sit up slowly and sigh. "Do we have anything to do today?"
"We already went out, but since we didn't collect any supplies or observe some zombies we'll probably have to go back out. I mean WE don't have to, but dad probably will," he shrugs.
"Kay. I want to go."
"You don't need to go anywhere else. Like I said before, you need to rest."
"Whatever." I stand up and stretch my back. "I'm going and I'm not arguing about it either."
"Then I guess I'm going too," he stands up beside me.
"You know I can take care of myself Carl you don't have to follow me everywhere," I point out.
"I don't have to, but I'm going to," he smiles. He is as stubborn as me.
"Lets go find your dad."
We find his dad talking to Daryl by the fence. They look like they're arguing. They stop talking as we approach them. "Don't we still need to get supplies and observe the zombies?" I ask.
"That's what we were just talking about," Rick says.
"We don't have enough gas to drive, but we have searched every place within 10 miles from here. That means we are going to have to walk a long way to walk to search new places so whoever goes will have to make a temporary camp to stay in," he explains.
"Then what are we waiting for we need all the daylight we can get," I rush.
"Its dangerous though. We don't know where that one group of people have their camp and if the zombies are getting smarter than we don't know how they will act. People could get hurt."
"I guess we'll just have to take that risk. I'll go. I'm already hurt so it wont really matter if anything happens to me. I cant do too much around here," I shrug. "Might as well make myself useful."
"Izzy you know that isn't true! It does matter if you get hurt. We are not using you as bait in case we get attacked," Carl shakes his head angrily.
I am about to say something, but Rick speaks before me. "Carl, I know you like Izzy in all, but she's right. She is injured and she is useless around here. At least if she comes with us she can be doing something useful. Its not guaranteed that anything will happen and we wont use her as bait if something does happen."
"You don't even care if she gets hurt!" Carl half yells.
"Its her choice Carl. If she wants to go then we cant stop her," Rick shrugs.
"It'll be fine," I chime in.
"Who's all going?" he completely ignores me.
"Me, Daryl, and Izzy."
"No I'm going too," Carl insists.
"Its too dangerous Carl," Rick disagrees.
"I don't care. If Izzy goes then I'm going,."
"No Carl. You're not going."
"Its my choice dad! You'll have to shoot me to stop me."
"I'm not going to shoot you," Rick says.
"Then its settled. I'm going," Carl crosses his arms over his chest.
"Fine. Get your stuff and we'll go," Rick finally gives in.
With that me and Carl walk back to my cell which is basically his cell too. I grab my book bag and start to pack my meager belongings. My gray tank top, my blue night shorts, my sweat shirt, my locket, and my picture of my family. The book bag is stuffed full by the time I'm done. Carl's book bag is smaller than mine. I know this trip can be dangerous. We could get attacked by another group with 2 or 3 times as many people as the small group of that are going or we could all be attacked by now smarter zombies. But I mean, whats the worst that can happen?