Morgan Grimes

-Chapter 7-

Morgan's PoV

Carl was up and moving now, out of his room in the house and back into the tent with us, not much of an improvement to be honest. Currently, mom and the two of us were partaking in our chores of helping out on the farm, we were feeding chickens.

"Don't look so worried." My brother told our mom.

"It's my job." She replied.

"No it's not, your a housewife." Carl said making me burst into laughter that I failed at suppressing. She tossed a handful of the seeds at the two of us, "Yeah punk? You see my house anywhere?"

"They don't have a mother." I told the pair as I looked at the small chicks who ate the food I threw them.

"She might be somewhere else." Mom said enthusiastically.

"Or she's been eaten. Everything's food for something else." Carl said causing mom to stop and look at him.

Patricia looked over at us before leaving the coop with two buckets and a sack, I smiled at her and she ignored it as she left. Odd, she's normally nice. She left the shed near the coop with a wheelbarrow and I swear I saw the sack start moving. I ignored it and continued feeding the small chicks what had been waiting at my feet patiently.

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I left my family and started walking over to Daryl's tent, when I got close I saw Andrea coming out. I glared lightly at the woman and she walked away. "I still don't like her." I grumbled as I entered Daryl's tent.

"She was trying to protect the group." Daryl told me, he had been trying to get me to drop my feud with her since it happened.

"She could've done that without shooting you, so I still don't like her." I repeated, sitting down on the end of his cot.

"Good to know you keep grudges, I'll remember to not get on your bad side." He laughed, sitting up and grabbing the deck of cards from under the cot so we could play.

He had been teaching me some card games all week, so far I had learned Blackjack and was now learning Poker.

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After a while I left so he could get some rest and saw Carl sat on a bench whiles mom and dad and some others were talking. I immediately knew what it was about and started jogging over to my brother. Carl has stole a gun from someone, he wouldn't tell me who but he stormed off when I told him to return it. Then he came back and asked me not to tell so I didn't.

"Did they find it?" I whispered as I sat next to him.

"Yeah." He nodded.

After a minuet of sitting there whilst the adults talked, "They're not mature enough to handle guns." We heard mom said, wait, how the hell was I dragged into this, I know what I'm doing, I'm not an idiot.

"We're not gonna play with them mom." I stood up and told the woman who looked shocked that I spoke up.

"They aren't toys." Carl said from my side. "I'm sorry I disappointed you, but I want to look for Sophia, I wanna defend our camp."

"We can't do that without knowing how to use guns." I finished.

"Shane's the best instructor I know." Dad whispered to mom, "I've seen him teach kids younger than them."

After a minuet of standing there doing nothing, mom walked over to us both, "You will take this seriously and you will behave responsibly and if I hear from anybody that you are not living up to our expectations." She said cupping our chins.