Walkers

Chapter 25- Again

Amy's POV
As we were still looking through the cars, we heard a gunshot. Lori perked up and so did I. Jake, Carl, and Rick were out there.

"I don't like that." Lori spoke up.

"Me either." I agreed as we both still looked to the woods.

"It'll be okay, the five of 'em are smart." Dale reassured us.

"But why would they shoot just one?" I asked.

"Maybe a walker." He answered.

"They're smarter than that." Lori rebutted.

Jake's POV
Carl's limp body laid on the ground. I stood there in shock as Rick ran to him.

"Carl! Carl!" Rick yelled as a man bursted through the brush with a gun.

I realized this was the man who shot Carl. I ran up to him and tackled him to the ground. I was surprised I could, he was a fairly large man.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I yelled in his face.

"Hey! I'm sorry! I didn't see him there. There's a doctor through the woods and a field. He can help ya boy. His name's Hershel." He told me.

"Where! Where is he?!" I asked.

"I'll take ya." He told me.

Rick scooped up Carl and the four of us started running towards this "doctor". The large man was failing behind and I stayed with him so he wouldn't try anything.

We finally came to a small field and we caught a glimpse of a house. The big guy was out of breath and kept stumbling.

"Talk to Hershel. Hershel, he's in the house."

I stayed with the guy, waiting for him to get up as Rick ran towards the house. A brunette was standing on the porch.

"DAD!" She yelled at the house.

An older man came outside and me and the big guy started running to the house again.

"Was he bit?" The man yelled, I'm guessing Hershel.

"He's been shot. By your man." Rick told the man.

"Otis?" An older blonde asked as we gained closer to the house.

"He said find Hershel, is that you?" Rick asked, the man nodded. "Help 'em, help 'em." Rick pleaded.

"Get him inside!" Hershel yelled as they walked inside.

We inched closer and closer to the house and Rick walked out as we approached him.

"He alive? He still alive?" The man asked.

Rick still stunned, wiped his forehead with a bloodied hand.

I grabbed a handkerchief from my bag and wiped his face. "Got some blood on your face." I told him, handing him the handkerchief for him to wipe his hands. He started to tear up and we all walked inside the house.

We walked inside. It was so peaceful, it was amazing. Being in here, you would barely notice the apocalypse happening outside.

Rick led us into an open room, the old man, Hershel, holding Carl's side with a towel. This was surreal, I just was talking to Carl at the highway, and now, here he was, his limp body, bleeding. I can't imagine how hard this is for Rick. I would lose my shit if that was Tommy, and that was all I could think about, looking at Carl.

"You know his blood type?" Hershel asked.

"A-positive, same as mine." Rick said.

"And mine." I piped up.

"That's fortunate, don't go anywhere, we're gonna need you two." He told us. "What happened?" He asked Otis.

"I was trackin' a buck. Bullet went through it. Went clean through it." Otis said.

"The deer slowed the bullet down. Which certainly saved his life. But it did not go clean, broke up into pieces." Hershel said. "If I can get the bullet pieces out, I'm countin' six."

"I never saw him, Patricia." Otis whispered to the older blonde, who I now knew was Patricia.

Just then the door slammed open and two figures busted through.