𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 | 𝘊. 𝘎𝘙𝘐𝘔𝘌𝘚 (discontinued)

「 seven 」

♡◌‧ 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯

We all heard a scream, we ran towards the barn. Glenn was on the ground, you could see the fear in his eyes. The doors of the barn shook. What the hell is going on?

Rick took Maggie aside to talk with her. I assume he asked what was in there, but I think we all know the answer. You could clearly hear the snarls and growls. Glenn got up and stood back with the rest of the group. My only question was why? Why keep such dangerous thing in a safe place like this? Why would they take such a risk? We all stood about 100 feet away from the barn, anxiously waiting for what was about to happen.

Soon Hershel approached us. He told Rick that some of the walkers in the barn were family, friends, people they knew. He told us that if we were to stay on his farm we had to respect him and treat the walkers as people and to not disturb the barn. Rick nodded, agreeing. Shane walked up to Hershel and Rick, taking Rick aside Shane started yelling, asking why he would be so stupid. Rick told him that we could either leave and risk our lives, after losing so many people already, or we could stay and respect Hershel's decision. Shane was livid, a walker approached from the field, probably attracted from all the yelling. Shane turned and shot it in the head, the walker falling to the ground. He was acting very aggressive, it was scary. He was out of hand.

"They are not people. They're dead. I refuse to deal with such bullshit." Shane screamed, he walked up to the door, Rick and T-Dog tried to stop him but they were shoved aside. Shane broke the locks off the barn doors. Walkers started piling out, everyone stepped back , grabbing their guns. I moved closer towards Carl as shots were fired. Hershel, Maggie, and Beth were on the ground, sobbing as their undead family and friends were killed for a final time. One by one each walker was taken out of their misery. They all fell to the ground. The shooting stopped for a second, I had my eyes to the ground, not wanting to see what was happening before my eyes. A loud scream echoed throughout, I looked up as I saw Carol running towards the entrance of the barn, Daryl stopped her, pulling her back. Sophia slowly stumbled out from within the barn. I fell to my knees, letting cries and sobs escape as Carl held me, he was crying too. The whole group was paralyzed from sadness and pure shock. A couple seconds went by, everything silent except the cries and wails of others. Rick stepped forward, he pointed his gun, aiming in the middle of Sophia's forehead. The gun went off, and Sophia dropped to the ground.

Moments later, everyone began to disperse back to the house. I was still on the ground, engulfed in Carl's arms. Sophia's dead, my brother and others risked their life searching for her this whole time, and she was locked in a barn. Someone I grew to be best friends with, shot in front of my eyes. Carol was still there as well. Along with Maggie, Glenn, and Beth.

"Come on Willow, let's go back with the others, sitting here isn't going to do any good, I'm sorry." Carl whispered softly into my ear. I sat for a few seconds, looking over at Sophia's lifeless body, a tear ran down my face. I wiped the tear away and nodded, getting up and walking away from the barn slowly, Carls arm around my shoulder.

Everyone was gathered around the front of the house, discussing what had just happened, and where to go from there. Carl and I sat in the front yard, a little ways behind everyone.

"My moms pregnant." Carl said, playing with a piece of straw from the ground, his eyes never lifting from the ground. Everything was tense right now, sadness filling everyone's minds. I looked at him, not really knowing what to say. Everyone knows about Lori and Shane's past. And on top of that child birth is probably going to be a test of survival. There's no hospital, or nurses, or medicine to help deliver a baby safely and keep the mother alive. There's a chance that if Lori has this baby, she will die. Carl knew that.

"Shane tried saying he was the father, but my mom denied it, she says it's definitely my fathers. I've always wanted a sibling you know? Someone I could watch grow up, protect, bond with; but I'm not so sure about that now." Carl sighed. "I've almost lost my dad once already, I've almost lost you too. I cant imagine what I'd do if I lost my mom."

"You're not losing any of us." I reassured, laying my head against Carls shoulder. He was slightly taller than me, allowing him to make a great headrest.

Carl laid his head against mine, "I hope you're right."

During the evening, we held a ceremony for those everyone knew in the barn. Sophia, Hershel's wife, and step-son were buried, the rest burned. We had a make-shift funeral for Sophia, everyone attended except for Carol, which was understandable under the circumstances. Everyone shared a few words about their times with Sophia. Lots of tears were shed, flowers and a cross made it seem like a semi-normal grave. It's what Sophia deserved.

Everyone took turns taking watch of the farm throughout the night. Rick decided it was best to stay alert after so much ruckus had occurred earlier. I didn't sleep well, my mind stirred, visions of the barn flooding my mind. When we all woke up Maggie came and asked us if we had seen Hershel. Everyone said there was no one they saw on their watch, no one had seen Hershel. Apparently he had thrown his wife's belongings out after the barn, he must've disappeared shortly after. After breakfast, some of the group went and searched around the property for Hershel, but never found him. Maggie said he used to be an alcoholic, sober for years now, and after recent events he might be at the old tavern, breaking the sober streak. Rick and Glenn assured Maggie they would go out and find him. Maggie wrote some directions down, informing them of the possible places he could be. After loading the truck with supplies, Rick and Glenn left to go find Hershel.

I was walking through the field around the farm, usually I would ask someone to come with me, so I wasn't alone. Actually, no one was really supposed to wonder off alone, only if you were skilled enough and had a weapon you could, but something just told me to go. I wasn't too far away, I'd be fine. After what happened yesterday, I wanted to be away from everyone, I needed to clear my thoughts. There was a clear spot where the grass was dead, I took the opportunity to sit down and open my journal. I sat for a bit, writing things down, it was calm, quiet. I wish moments like these could last forever.

I heard a rustling sound behind me, seconds later, a walker had pinned me down, I groaned trying to shove it off of me. It's face inches from mine, I tuned my head, my pen a few feet away from me. I reached out with one arm, trying to grab the pen to impale the walker, it was too far away. My arms were growing tired as I tried to keep the walker from biting. I screamed in hopes someone would hear me, but I was a long ways from the farm, I doubt someone could hear me. I closed my eyes, praying something, anything changed my fate. I felt the weight of the walker fall onto my body. I opened my eyes, an arrow through its skull.

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