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DALE was dead. There was nothing that could be done. Daryl shot him to end his suffering as Allison clenched her stomach in pain and nausea from the gore.
She was now outside sitting in the back of the blue truck her dad owned. Daryl paced back and forth in front of her. Allison noticed he did that a lot, whether it was from frustration or habit, she didn't know. Rick was talking to Hershel, "Gonna be tight. 14 people in one house."
Hershel told him not to worry about that. "With the swamp hardening, the creek drying up..."
"50 head of cattle on the property, we might as well be ringing a damn dinner bell." Maggie said, which her sister and father agreed to.
"She's right." Hershel sighed. "We should've moved you in a while ago." This made everyone on the group pause.
Thinking about the walkers or Randall's gang inching their way to Allison's home didn't scare her like she thought it was going to. Seeing her mother's mangled corpse made her thinking about when it was her time to go. Death didn't scare her anymore but living did.
"Alright, let's move the vehicles near each of the doors facing out toward the road." Rick demanded. "We'll build a lookout in the windmill, another in the barn loft. That should give us sighlines. Both sides of the property. Allison?"
She perked up, hearing the sound of his voice calling her name. Allison hopped off the truck and onto her feet. "Yeah?"
"How well do you know the land?" Rick asked and she raised an eyebrow. She knew it like the back of her hand. Adventuring out for creatures, looking for ponds, and riding her horses on every layout of the land was an everyday occurrence during her childhood.
"If anyone knows it, it's her." Hershel said, surprising his daughter. His willingness to let her help was something she wasn't used to, especially when he was fully against it not even a week prior. "Don't give me that look, Alli. You used to run away any time I raised my voice at you. God knows where you went."
"Good, Allison, T-Dog, and Daryl will take the perimeter to keep track of everyone coming and going."
"What about standing guard?" T-Dog asked, making Allison curious. If she was going to be on the perimeter, she would want to protect herself.
Rick sighed handing over a gun to Allison, "You three will be on double duty." He noticed the girl's hesitation to take the weapon. It was the sheer lack of confidence, something she had always struggled with. "Allison, just remember what Shane and I taught you. You're a good shot, but you won't be if you don't believe it yourself."
She didn't make eye contact with him and took the gun slowly. He chuckled, "I'll let you in on a secret. The key to firearms is to be a little cocky."
"Cocky?" She asked, now looking at him in the eye. "I'm-I'm not cocky. I hate arrogance."
