Drowned Words

15

This chapter will consist of multiple time skips. Throughout the weeks there are only a few days that weren't full of chores and looking for Sofia. So these are some of the small events that happened throughout the days.

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I smiled as the small picture slid out of the camera, "Nice..."

Glenn brought me back a Polaroid camera from their run, found it at one of the stores they said. Luckily Maggie knew what was needed and took all the small films for it. I wasnt going to run out of photo cards anytime soon. "How is it?" Dale asked, walking over from his lawn chair. I shook it and watched as the image faded in, a long shot of the farm house.
"Its great. Glad he got it for me. Feels somewhat normal."
"Yea," he looked back to the RV, "Maybe there is a binder in there. Someplace to put your pictures."
I nodded, "Say cheese!" Holding the camera up at him from below. He slightly bent forward and smiled, it spread across his whole face. Clicking the button, it flashed and started printing out. "Oh, that'll definitely be one to hang on the fridge."
He laughed as we continued to chat. Honestly, with all of our chores done and the guys out looking for Sofia, there wasnt much for us to do.
...

The walker growled softly, our small group staring down into the well.
"How do we get him out?" Maggie asked.
T-Dog shrugged, "I say put a bullet in its head and drag it out."
"Yea," Glenn looked up to us, "with a rope."
"No!" Maggie shook her head.
Andrea agreed along, "Its a stupid idea."
"If it hasnt contaminated the water already, shooting it will." I said looking to Shane, "We will need to pull it out before we kill it."
He nodded, "Their right."
"How?" Glenn asked, "Toss the rope down and hook it?"
"We need bait," T looked back to the house, "maybe we can get him to reach for a ham or something. Slip the rope over and pull?"
"No," I looked back down, its skin looked almost rubbery and swollen, "Regular food wont do anything."
Andrea sighed, "There is a reason they're eating us and not raiding the cabinets."
"So what?" Glenn looked between us, "Live bait?"
The men turned and looked at him expectantly. Maggie's eyes widened and I gasped, "No!" Shaking my head and shooting them glares, "Glenn ain't goin' down there." He put his hands out, "I got this-" "-no." Maggie lightly swat his hands away, "she is right. You aint'..."
Shane sighed, "What then?"
"Me," I swallowed thickly, "I am light enough and yall can pull me out easier if something goes wrong." Annoyed I sent him a glare, as if daring him to insist on Glenn. "I dont know," Shane said with a groan. "So what? Glenn is expendable?" Hell no. He had someone here for him now, Maggie would be heart broken and mortified if something happened. Those words were followed up by silence, "Me going down is a lot safer than Glenn."

And no one here will miss me like they would him. Expendable.

Moments later I found myself eating my own words, stupid. Shane tightened the rope loops, giving me a perfect swing to hang down on. "Aright' get down there and try to get him through," he held the lasso out to me, "dont worry about it being loose. Just get it around him and we can tighten it from above."
I nodded, scared that if I said anything it would be a change of mind. Dangling down as walker bait wasnt the typical saturday evening, seems like doing chores while the others looked for Sofia wasn't so bad after all.

"Okay," I swung my legs over the wells edge, "let me down slow okay?" Looking over I saw the rope connected to me was looped around the pump, a few of the others ready to let me down. Shane nodded and ran over to their side, "Ready?"
Only nodding, I shifted off the side, my legs hooking to sit on the rope.
My heart jumped up my throat, "Oh God-" the smell was terrible. I dont know what I was expecting, maybe flowers.

Flowers. Flowers.
Cherokee roses...

My mind dared to wonder, it's as if the situation at hand was background noise. Mindlessly I continued to try and lower the lasso over the walker, thinking about flowers. Cherokee Roses to be exact.