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New Girl In Town

Carl handed the baby to me, telling me to head back inside as he ran over to his dad. I saw him stop at the gate before turning around. I stroked the baby's head, peering into her eyes. They were dark brown, similar to Lori's.

I sat at the table and placed her in the basket, wrapping the blanket around her tiny body.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Steady now." I span in my seat to see Rick lowering an unknown figure to the ground. She had dark dreadlocks coming from beneath her headband, and a sword.

A sword?

I had seen my fair share of weapons since the world ended but I hadn't seen anyone use a sword like that before. I guess it would've been useful. Especially to me, someone who could barely get a walker in the head with a knife.

Beth and Hershel came in, placing a shopping basket on the table. It was full of baby food and toys. Who was this woman?

"Belle, get me some towels and a bowl of water. When was the last time you treated a gunshot?" Hershel asked me.

I stood, stunned. "Uh- never."

"Well, nows your chance. I've got the gauze and thread." I followed back to where Rick was hovering over the woman. I placed all the equipment on the table, organising it. I would need the towel first, putting them in order right up to the sterile bandages.

"Rick." Daryl called. I hadn't even seen him in the cell block. "Y'all come on in here. You're gonna want to see this." We followed him to cell, locking the woman in the chamber.

Carol weakly smiled at us from where she lay on the bed. She was alive. Happy tears pricked my eyes as she got up, embracing Rick. I couldn't believe it. She passed hugs all around, finally stopping on the baby. Her sadness was mixed with a feeling of joy, realising Lori was gone. She had missed a lot.

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We had to deal with this woman. She had been sitting in the chamber for a while now and I could tell she was growing restless, even on her injured leg. Rick strode up to her, me, Daryl and Hershel following closely.

"You're gonna have to tell us how you found us and why you were carrying formula." He interrogated.

She glared up at him from her seat. She quickly gave in, realising she was in no position to challenge us.

"The supplies were dropped by a young Asian guy with a pretty girl." Glenn and Maggie. I felt my heart speed up, panic filling my thoughts. What happened to them? Were they hurt? Where were they?

"What happened?" Rick voiced my thoughts.

"Were they attacked?" Hershel added.

"Are they alive?" I asked in an urgent tone.

"They were taken. By the same son of a bitch who shot me." She spat out. She was obviously pissed about the bullet in her leg.

Rick knelt down as she looked at the stone floor, maintaining eye contact. "Hey, these are our people. You tell us what happened, now." He grabbed the wound on her leg, causing her to writhe in pain.

"Don't you ever touch me again-"

"You better start talking," Daryl warned, "or you're gonna have a much bigger problem that a gunshot wound." He aimed his bow at her head.

"Find them yourself." She hissed. As much as I wanted her to talk, I couldn't blame her for that. She didn't know us, and she was outnumbered.

Rick shushed Daryl, making him drop the bow. "You came here for a reason."