We Are The Walking Dead

Chapter 4

The walkers were every where. Not enough bullets to kill them all.

"Look what the little shit done. We are all gonna die now." Evelyn said.

"We are not gonna die, we are near some houses," Rick said, "Carl help me get her up."

The got her up, one arm around each of them. Carl and Rick both had a gun in one hand.

The aimed for the head killing most of them with one bullet.

They found the small neighborhood which was about 300 yards from the herd. The door on the first house was shut and locked. It was as if the people thought they would come back.

Rick handed Evelyn completely to Carl. He kicked in the door with foot, his gun was drawn to aim. Luckily the closed door and unbroken windows kept the walkers out.

Carl set Evelyn on the sofa.

"We need to tie up the door and push the couch to it," Rick said, "Carl tie it up and I'll push the couch to it. Then we'll see if there is anything to help Evelyn."

Carl went up the stairs in search of something to tie the door up with.

"So how are you feeling," he asked standing awkwardly on the balls of his feet.

She just stared at him, "how the hell do you think I feel. You son just shot me in the foot."

"Well you kinda deserved it," he said trying not to laugh. It may have been the worst time ever but it was funnier than hell.

"Oh shut up," she said.

Carl had found what looked like a cord that had went to a TV or video game cable.

Carl tied the cord on the door tying it in a knot.

Rick started to push the couch to the door.

"There is no need for that," Carl said.

"Help me anyways," Rick told him.

"It'll hold the knots strong, Shane taught me that, remember him. He was your best friend," Carl taunted his father.

"Yeah I remember him," Rick says his voice going from hard to soft.

"Whatever," Carl says and walks off up the stairs.

"Your kids got a mouth," Evelyn said.

"Oh shut up, nobody fucking cares in the whole damn world what you have to say," Rick spat at her.

"Well then," she muttered.

Rick didn't say anything, but went to look for anything that would help her and food. God he hated this woman, but he just couldn't leave her in pain. Not after Lori. Or Sophia. Or anybody else who has died because of him.

He found some Ibuprofen. Some stale cereal, and a couple of unopened bottles of water.

"Dad," Rick heard Carl behind him, "I'm sorry for earlier. For everything. This is all my fault."

"Oh Carl, things happen. We'll be okay you know that. Now why don't you see if you can find any stale M&M's for Michonne," Rick said to calm his son down, and to break the tension.

"Thanks dad," Carl said and hugged Rick. Times like this is what still made Rick happy.

"Sorry to cut the family moment, but any medicine," Evelyn interrupted. As always it had to be her.

"Counter, ibuprofen, all I could find," said as Carl walked off.

"Carl," he yelled," I'll take watch tonight. Get some sleep in one of the upstairs bedrooms."

He quietened down to a normal sounding voice, "your sleeping on the couch."

"What a gentleman," Evelyn said and rolled her eyes at him.

"I'll be able to make sure you don't murder me or my son," he said.

She still rolled her eyes and limped to the couch swallowing more Ibuprofen than she should without any water.

Maybe it'll kill her, he thought. He knew it was an awful thought but who cares. Shit hit the fan to long ago to really care.

"So your son..." she started.

"Yes?" Rick asked siting in a windowsill.

"Is he yours or did you adopt him when shit hit the fan?" She asked.

As much as it hurt him he answered, "he's mine. Always has been."

"Oh... Is his mother..." she trailed off but continued, "dead?"

"Yes she is," he said. It had gotten easier to talk after he thought about her sleeping with Shane.

"Was it walkers?" She asked.

"No, she was giving birth to my... best friends child. Carl had to ... shoot her," he chocked out having to calm his breathing.

"So your raising a baby?" She asked.

"Yeah her name is Judith. Carl thinks she's mine, but she's not. I'm raising her like she's mine and she'll never know any different," he said.

That shut Evelyn up. She turned over and faced the back of it.

"What was it like," she asked.

"What?" He asked.

"A life where you can have a good relationship. I've never had one that was real... I killed my last boyfriend... That was one of the questions... I told you one and it was him. I'm not sorry either," she told him still facing the couch. He wondered if she was silently crying.

"It was nice. It's the best feeling in the world. You feel like your bodies are sown together and you never want to break the thread that hold you together," he said looking out the window.

At least the moon still looks normal. But there might be walkers on the moon.

Evelyn stayed quit and her breath evened out. Rick guessed she was asleep.

So he just stared at the moon wondering if there was walkers up there to.