My Dads name is Rick.

8 months

Rick's P.O.V

"Fifteen, you're on point."

"We've got no place left to go," T-Dog sighs.

"When this herd meets up with this one, we'll be cut off. We'll never make it south," Maggie says.

"What'd ya say, it's 'bout 150 head?" Daryl asks.

"That was last week. Could be twice that now," Glenn answers.

"This river could've delayed them. If we move fast, we might have a shot to tear right through this," Hershel adds.

"Yeah, but if this group joins up with that one, they could spill out this way," T says.

"So we're blocked," Maggie huffs.

"Only thing to do is double back at 27th and swing towards Greenville," I add.

"We picked through that already. It's like we spent winter going in circles," T sighs.

"Yeah I know, I know. At Newnan we'll push west. Haven't been through the area. We can't keep going house to house. We need to find a place to hold up for a few weeks," I say.

"Alright. Is it cool if we get to the creek before we head out? It won't take long. We gotta fill up on water, we can boil it later," T tells me.

"Knock yourself out," I smile.

"Hey! While the others wash their panties, let's go hunt. That owl didn't exactly hit the spot," Daryl calls out to me.

Arielle's P.O.V

"Ugh! We've been walking for miles," I complain.

"You're such a cry baby. Louie cries less then you Serielle."

"Luther I'm hungry. Luther I'm tired. Luther I'm sad. Luther I'm bored," I say.

"Shut up you klugscheißer. Girls like you are the reason I like boys," Luther grins.

"Oh come on! You love me unconditionally," I smirk, "unconditional, unconditionally, you will love me. Unconditionally yeah!" I sing.

"My goodness. A Serielle killer singing a Katy Perry song? Weird combination," Luther laughs, as I roll my eyes.

"Knock knock?" I start.

"Who's there?" Luther huffs.

"Africa!"

"Africa who?"

"Don't go cause African love you!"

"Haha..uhah ha," Luther sarcastically 'laughs'.

"Hey Loots, what do little rotters play?"

"I don't know. What do they play?" He asks, faking interest.

"Corpses and grave robbers!" I reply, bursting out in laughter. "Man I should've been a comedian."

"Comedian's not the word for it honey," Luther smirks.

"Oh yeah? Go on then. I'll like to hear you say some jokes," I retort.

"Alright then. Let's see..." He starts, "Yo mama so-"

"Really Loots?" I grin.

"Serial Serielle," he replies, "okay, yo mama so dumb she sat on the tv and watched the couch."

I burst out laughing making Louie giggle too.

"Well... you just gonna stand their and take it Ari?" Luther challanges.

"Well in that case, yo mama so ugly, the rotters run from her."

"Lame," he laughs.

"Ugh! You're just totally unpleasable," I reply.