Chapter 28

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The past 2 weeks have been uneventful, other than the fact I can't get much sleep because of Tia and her yelling at night. I understand what it's like to lose someone, but it's been happening way too much lately.

We were going on a supply run today. I put on one of Carl's baseball shirts and jeans with my combat boots. I put my hair in a ponytail and slipped my vest on.

I was eating breakfast with Maggie when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Babe, were only bludgeon a supply run." He said smiling.

"I know Carl." I said giggling giving him a kiss. He kissed me back and said, "Yea, but you increase my chance of death because I only like watching you and how sexy you look."

Maggie gave him a death glare and he sat down next to me. She hates it when Carl does this to me. To her, I was like her daughter. She's been so overprotective of me ever since I have been born. Carl likes to piss her off though sometimes. He got closer to me and nuzzled his face in my neck smirking at her.

Daryl came up from behind him and smacked him upside the head. I laughed as he rubbed the back of his head. He was so funny sometimes.

We actually were walking to our destination this time. When we got there I loaded my gun again and we all started walking. We saw this old abandoned hardware store and raided it.

"Guys, stealing isn't a crime anymore in this state." Abraham joked.

The guys laughed and Carol and I rolled our eyes. "You guys are sick." She said. Daryl came over to her. "Yea but you like that." They were really cute together.

Some of our people started fighting outside. We ran outside and Rick and Daryl pulled them apart.

"Man I hope you make that first punch because it will be your last!" He said.

"Oh yeah, take that back or ill blow your fucking head off!" The other said.

"ENOUGH! That is it! Stop fighting! If you guys kill each other, there will be no more of us left. Just stop." Rick negotiated.

Just then, we heard a voice. I grabbed Carl and he pulled me back. We all pointed our guns at her. She scrunched up and begged for her life. She was harmless though. I looked at her. She had a backpack on with a jacket and some cool boots. She had reddish hair with greenish blue eyes. Freckles here and there, but pretty.

We lowered our weapons and Rick asked his questions.

"What is your name?" He asked lastly.

"My name is Enid."

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