The Dead Walking 3

So many things happen in a lifetime. Some are good and some are bad. All of these things make up a person. All of these things determine who you are. I have to say that my memories are mostly bad, but the few good ones are the things that keep me going. (this is the third book in the Dead Walking series)


4. Hiding Something

         We ride the shopping carts a couple more times before taking them back inside. "You cannot say that wasn't fun," I insist.

       "Yes it was fun," he admits. I smile in satisfaction.

       We walk in the building, hand in hand. I skip a little, but not too much so Carl can keep up. I see Daryl talking to Rick near one of the first cash registers. They're talking in a low voice and even with the echoing walls I cant understand what they are saying. I want to know, but I don't want to eavesdrop. They've done so much for me and I cant turn around and eavesdrop on their conversations.

       "Carl!" Rick waves his hand for Carl to join them. Carl looks at me and I nod telling him to go.

       He walks over to them and doesn't look back as they begin talking. That's a little strange. I turn away and walk the other way. I see Beth organizing some canned food and walk to her. "Hey Beth," I say.

       "Oh hey Izzy!"

       "Uh... do you know what Rick and Daryl are talking about? I mean I don't want to sound nosy or anything. They just seemed a little strange," I explain.

       She purses her lips as she thinks. "No... I don't know what they're talking about. Maybe they're planning to go another run," she shakes her head. "No this place has enough food and supplies. Maybe they're planning on setting this place up better," she shrugs.

         "But why wouldn't they want us to know?"

         She thinks about this for a moment. "I really don't know. But I don't see them hiding stuff from us. Maybe they're just discussing it before they say anything."

         "But what do they need to discuss in private?" I demand.

         "There isn't much I can think of. I mean my only ideas are that they're planning on going on a run, fixing this place up, or just discussing important business," she shrugs. "I'm sure they'll tell us later."

        I nod, but I still don't feel any closer to the answer. "So you don't think its anything to worry about?" I ask.

        "Not really. You don't need to worry Izzy," she assures me.

        "I never really said this but... I'm sorry about your dad. I didn't know Hershel long, but I knew in just the short time that I knew him that he was a great man."

        She smiles. "Yeah... daddy always saw the bright side of things. I think that's one of the main reasons I'm the way I am. I don't like killing walkers," she shakes her head. "Not unless I have to."

        "Yeah." I smile too. "How old are you?"

        "I'm... about 17. I don't really know the exact number. I haven't kept track of the days."

        "Oh. I'm... well I think I'm 14, but I could be 15 by now," I shrug. "I haven't kept track either."

        "I think you're good for Carl. He needs someone to really TALK too and care for besides his dad," she says. "And I can tell you care for him too."

        "I do," I agree. "I think he's good for me too. I don't want to say this... but if it wasn't for him I would probably either be dead or gone by now."

        "I wish I had someone like that," she smiles sadly. "The worlds changed. Its even harder to find love now than it was before."

        "I keep thinking how lucky I am to have him. Then I think about what will happen when he's gone," I shake my head. "Maybe its not such a good thing to love someone so much when all that happens in the long run is that you lose them."

        "Everyone dies at some point. Its better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all," she repeats a saying that I have heard before.

        "I like that saying."

        "Me too. Daddy always used to tell me that when I was kid. I have to say I agree with it," she say.

        "We have a lot in common," I comment.

        "Even the hair now," she laughs. "Did you just cut it today?"

        "Yeah. I cut it this morning. It used to be so long and I just needed a change," I exaggerate the "so"

        Beth's hair is just a tiny bit longer than mine. She has her thin blond hair in a messy pony tail/ bun. Our hair's color is almost dead on though. Bleach blond. Her hair is just a little curlier than mine though. She is about an inch taller than me and she is about the same size too, skinny wise. She even dresses like me. She could practically be my sister. "#Twinzies," I joke.

        "I never got into that kind of stuff. Electronics weren't my things. I was lucky to have a flip phone in middle school," she rolls her eyes.

       "Well weren't you a farm girl?"

       "I guess you could call me that," she shrugs.

       "See I used to live out in the country, but I wouldn't say I was a farm girl. I mean I played outside and we had a garden and farm animals, but I never wore like farm clothes or anything."

       She laughs a little. "Yeah. That wasn't really the style."

       "I'm sure you looked fine. I can only imagine you being a country girl. I never really liked city girls anyways," I smile.

       "You're pretty cool Izzy. We'll have to talk some more sometime," she nods.

       I nod too. "Yeah."

       "Well I have to get back work, but come tell me later if you find out what they're "hiding" I'll either be around here or just walking around."

       "I'll make sure to inform you if I find anything else out," I promise.


       I turn around and walk back to where Daryl, Rick and Carl was talking. I don't see them though. I look around, searching for them, but I don't see anyone. I shake my head and walk to where me and Carl have been staying. I don't see him there either. I'm not worried too much I mean he's probably just discussing stuff with Rick and Daryl. I sit on the bed, criss cross apple sauce. I pull my hair back behind me and run my fingers through it. I only find a few knots and i work them out quickly. When I am done I push it down and smooth it out.

        I guess I will have to wait until later to figure out what they are talking about. I'll just have to wait until Carl comes back and ask him. But what if they he wont tell me? What if its a secret? I think Carl would tell me anyways. Maybe.

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