Chapter Twelve Wolves or Walkers

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"There's a herd of walkers coming right for this place. Me and Aaron were looking for survivors this morning and we seen em. They were headed this direction and they didn't spot us but they're still coming. I guess we'll find out if these walls are as strong as they say." My heart sank as Daryl told Rick what was going on.

"How far out are they?" Rick asked. You could tell he was trying to think of something.

"Not far. Less than 10 miles. I don't know how we never noticed them before. There's more than there was the night on Hershel's farm. More than the highway." I didn't know who Hershel is or what happened at his farm, but it doesn't sound good and I'm staring to worry.

"Then we have to prepare." Rick pointed towards Deanna through the window who was standing across the street. Carl grabbed my hand and gave me a consoling look.

Rick and Daryl left the room and it was just Carl and I now. He sat on the end of my bed looking down into his hands.

"Who is Hershel?" I asked Carl quietly.

"There was a girl. Her name was Sophia. She went missing and we went looking for her. I was looking at a deer when someone shot the deer and me. He lived with Hershel and he saved me. Shane, you don't know him, sacrificed Otis for me to get help. Hershel gave me surgery and saved me. Walkers came and the farm was overrun." I knew this was a hard subject for him to talk about. "It's Maggie's father. Also Beth's father, but you never met Beth. You would've loved her though."

I've only seen two big walker herds this whole time. One time I was in a department store gathering some supplies and when I looked back out the window they were everywhere. I slipped through the backdoor and into the woods before any of them got to me. The second time was near a pond. I was fishing for food, and they came out of the woods behind me. I saw a wooden boat tied to a dock and I cut it loose with my knife, and hopped in. I laid down in the boat once I anchored it to the pond floor. They eventually forgot I was there and left.

"What do you think those W's meant Carl?"

"I don't know, maybe someone was labeling them as walkers. It's the only thing I can think of."

"I think back at the cabin, I saw something wrote on the side. I think it said "Wolves Not Far" do you think the W could mean Wolves? Do you know who Wolves are?" my mind was racing as the puzzle pieces connected.

"I don't know y/n. Get some rest, im gonna go talk to my dad and Daryl for a little bit." He kissed my cheek and covered me with the blankets being careful not hurt my wound.

**"We are the wolves and we're going to kill you. One by one. Each will die." A man with long arms reached out for me and I began to run. Suddenly I tripped and right before he grabbed me, I woke up. I was dreaming.**

--NOT PART OF STORY
Clarification on the last part. The part that starts with ** is the only dreaming scene. Carl leaving and the herd was all not part of the dream. Hope you enjoy! & Happy Easter!

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