Deception

Chapter 22

"Their be back soon, just stop worrying." I hear Rosita say to me, Maggie sits next to her, tapping her fingernails on the armrest. I groan for what seems like the millionth time and walk upstairs to check on Judith. Once I'm in her room, downstairs I hear Daryl come in, Maggie him and Rosita immediately start talking and I hate to admit it but I kind if feel left out. My eyes drift to Judith, she's sprawled across her cot, the covers covering the bottom half of her body. I smile and pick her up under the armpits, she groans and starts to whimper, my hands gently pat her pack and I bounce up and down to prevent her from screaming, but it doesn't work and she starts to cry.

"Shhh your attract walkers Judith," I pick up her milk bottle, it only has a little bit of the milk mixture left but it will do, "We don't want walkers destroying another place of ours do we?" I insert the bottle tip into her mouth and she starts sucking it. Once the bottle runs out I put it down and start to burp her. "Where's your brother huh. he should be back by now." I mumble, Carl told me that he would be back by five, it's already quarter to six, it's been seven hours, that's plenty of time to run the the pharmacy, well unless they bumped into some trouble, shaking my head to get rid if the thoughts, I gently lay Judith back in her crib, she lies there and her eyes start to close.

God she looks so much like her brother and father, she has Carls piercing blue eyes and ricks eyebrows, my hands fiddle with her blanket and I eventually lie it on top of her. I decide to take a walk outside on the streets, the clean air will stop my worrying, I head downstairs and say to Maggie and Rosita that I'm taking a walk, they hesitate but know that I have a fierce temper that I'm not afraid to lose. "How was last night?" Rosita asks, she casually sits on a black sofa surrounded by plush cushions, or what's left of the cushions anyway. She asks the question so normally that I think she's joking. Did she hear me and Carl last night? "I see you guys have made up." I nod quickly, careful not to hesitate.

"Last night was good I guess, I mean I just like sl-slept." I stutter my words, what if the while group knows about last night? oh god kill me now.

"Are you sure about that?" Shit she knew. I mumble curse words under my breath and make my way over to the door, I can hear Maggie and Rosita laughing hysterically like a bunch of crazy teenage girls, my cheeks feel flushed and the look on my face must be shocking. "Daryl's out on a walk by the way, you might bump into him." Maggie shouts, I murmur a 'thank you' and run out the door into the streets. Cold air envelops me, I can tell that it's coming near to autumn time, the leaves are all starting to fade into light shades of gold and red and the sun is already starting to go down. They should be back by now, I mean all they had to of was get some stuff. What if something's happened? What if Carls been his usual cocky self and gotten hurt?

God you can't think like this.

My eyes glance a shape two shapes banging their fists in a door. I fumble to get my knife out and walk over to them. They groan and turn around as I approach, blood stains what's left of their teeth and skin hangs off their ghastly faces, I out a hand over my mouth to stop myself from gagging because of the stench. My knife makes contact with both of their foreheads and they drop to the ground. Dead. I smile, pretty pleased with myself and open the door. Now I see what the walkers were trying to get.

A mans body lay mangled in the middle of the carpet, he has a bullet through his head but it's clear that some wild dogs tried to eat him but failed miserably. I gag and decide not to check the living room since I don't really want to step around a rotting body. My eyes catch something bright in the kitchen and I walk over to the room, intrigued about what I could find. I hold my gun out In front of in case any walkers are around, and pick up the object.

A grey Polaroid lays in my hand, it's unscratched and unmarked, the only stains my eyes can identify are a couple drops of dried blood but that's all. I smile, pleased about my find and stuff it in my black duffel bag. I check a few more rooms and all I find are a couple of cans of dried meat and some tape. Not my greatest finds I know. A sound comes from upstairs, making me jump slightly. Great another walker, I sigh and head up stairs, my gun pointing outwards. Glancing through all the rooms, I find nothing, my heart beats faster and it's so quite that I can hear the blood pumping through my veins. If a walker didn't make that noise then, What did?