Rick's P.O.V
                              Today the search for Sophia continues.
                              "I'd like to help," Jimmy speaks up, "I know the area pretty well," he adds.
                              "And Hershel's okay with this?" I question.
                              "Yeah... yeah! He said I should ask you first," he replies. 
                              "Alright then, thanks," I nod. 
                              "Nothing about what Daryl found screams Sophia to me," Shane says. "Anyone could've been holed up in that farmhouse."
                              "Anyone includes her right?" Andrea retorts.
                              "Whoever slept in that cupboard was no bigger than yay high," Daryl gestures. 
                              "It's a good lead, maybe we'll pick up her trail again," I agree. 
                              "No maybe about it, I'm gonna borrow a horse, head up to this ridge right here, get a birds eye view of the whole grid," Daryl informs.
                              "Good idea," I nod.
                              "Yeah and maybe you'll see your chupacabra up there too," T-Dog sarcastically says.
                              "Chupacabra?" I question.
                              "You've never heard this? Our first night in camp Daryl tells us that the whole thing reminds him of a time when he went squirrel hunting and he saw a chupacabra," T-Dog replies, causing Jimmy to snicker.
                              "What are you braying at Jackass?" Daryl scolds. 
                              "You believe in a blood sucking dog?" I ask. 
                              "You believe in dead people walking round?" Daryl retorts."Plus I ain't the only one that's seen one before."
                              "Who else?" I ask.
                              "Why don't you ask Ari?" He teases.
                              "What?" I reply.
                              "Oh yeah, remember that one time when Ellie went on a school trip to mexico and apparently they saw one attacking a sheep but the elders chased it away, then when they checked the sheep only the blood was drained out of it?" Shane says. 
                              "You call me crazy, you call your daughter crazy," Daryl adds.
                              "Okay, yeah I remember that story," I smile.
                              Daryl's P.O.V
                              "Hey, hey! Ever fire one before?" Rick says, stopping that kid Jimmy from taking the gun.
                              "Well if I'm going out I want one," he replies.
                              "Yeah? And people in hell want slurpees," I scoff.
                              I take a horse and head out to look for Sophia. As I'm up on the ridge I notice a familiar rag doll down by the creek. Next thing you know, I'm bucked of off the horse and rolling down the hill. Then all I see is black...
                              Arielle's P.O.V
                              "What's your favourite movie?" Beth asks. 
                              "Clueless!" I reply.
                              "No way same!" she exclaims. We high five for probably the five hundredth time today.
                              "Favourite food combination?" I ask.
                              "Peanut Butter, Banana and Cinnamon, you?" Beth replies. 
                              "Beth... back the truck up are you serious?!?" I say. 
                              "Shut the front door?" She gasps. "THAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE TOO?!?" 
                              "YES!" I screech. 
                              She pulls me into a hug and I hug back. 
                                      
                                  
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My Dads name is Rick.
FanfictionThe names Arielle, Arielle Grimes, but you can call me Ari or Elle or Ellie. I'm 17, my dad Rick he's 'dead'. I guess I'm in denial actually I just don't believe Shane plus I really hate the fact that Shane's moving in on my mother already. Oh I for...
