Morgan Grimes

-Chapter 9-

Morgan's PoV

Randall was gone. Gone, just like that. T-Dog had went to go get him so dad and Daryl could take him away and he was gone. We all rushed out of the house as the news spread, Carl and I glued to moms side.

"Missing? How?"

"How longs he been gone?"

"It's hard to say." Dad said, "The cuffs are still hooked. He must've slipped 'em."

"Is that possible?" Carol asked.

"It is if you've got nothing to lose." Andrea replied.

"The door was secure from the outside." Hershel added.

"How could he have gotten out?"

"Rick! Rick!" I heard Shane's voice shout.

I looked to the tree line and saw him storming over, "What happened?" Mom asked.

"He's armed!" Shane shouted back, "Got my gun."

"You okay?" Carl and I asked at the same time.

"I'm fine. Little bastard snuck up on me, clocked me in the face." Shane told us.

"All right, Hershel, T-Dog, Get everyone back in the house." Dad instructed, "Glenn, Daryl, come with us."

"T, I'm gonna need that gun."

"Just let him go." Carol said. "That was the plan, wasn't it? To let him go."

"The plan was to cut him loose when he was far away from here, not on our doorstep armed with a gun." Dad responded. "Get everyone back in the house, lock all the doors and stay put!"

"Let's go." Mom said.

"Back in the house."

"Go, Go."

———

It was dark now, hours had passed and Carl and I hadn't left the bedroom, each of us taking turns to stare out of the window, trying to see if they were back. It was cold too, I wrapped the coat around me tighter and stood up from the bed.

"See anything?" I asked my brother as he brought up the binoculars to look through them. He shook his head and we swapped.

———

"This is useless. Sitting here, waiting for them to come back. We should be helping." Carl said to me after another half an hour had past.

"I know but what can we do? We'd just end up getting lost too." I replied.

"No we won't. Come on." He told me, he walked over to where I was by the window and pushed it open.

———

"Carl we shouldn't be out here." I whispered to my brother as I chased him through the field. "Come on Morgan, they're over here, we can help." I shook my head and followed close behind him. Carl had spotted two people out in one on the fields as we climbed out of the window.

A gunshot broke the silence of the trees around us and we took off in a sprint once more.

After minuets of running we arrived at the field "There." I said, pointing towards the silhouette in the distance. I ran towards it with Carl following behind. It was dad.

"Dad?" Carl called over.

Dad was crouched over Shane's body and the two of us froze. Dad paused for a minuet, standing up weakly and taking a step towards us, "Carl, Morgan." I felt tears build up at the sight of Shane's body. The man I had known my whole life, my uncle Shane, lay dead on the grass.