Morgan Grimes

-Chapter 20-

Morgan's POV

"I think we've got about a days water left." I heard dad say to us. We had been walking all of yesterday, and the day before and now we have been walking since we woke up this morning. "We're lucky it's cooled off a bit, but..." he stopped and turned around, seeing that none of us were really paying attention, the three of us just trying to stay on the rails, arms out for balance.

Carl and I were on one side, me in front, and Michonne across from us.

"What are you doing?" He asked, a bit louder. I looked up, "We're winning a bet." I told him, looking back down to focus on my footing.

"Oh, yeah, I'm your dreams." Michonne countered.

"We're still on." Carl told her, I turned slightly to see him wobble, "Spoke too soon, wise guy." Michonne laughed. I brought my hand back and he grabbed it to steady himself before dropping it and we continued on.

"This might go on a while." Dad said, walking over to us, "Maybe we can... speed this up a bit?"

"Yeah, you're right." Michonne said, "Shouldn't be fooling around. We should probably... Carl! Morgan!" She shouted, trying to distract us, all it managed to do was knock her off balance and cause her to fall off the track.

"Victory." I said, a smile on my lips.

"We win. Pay up."

She walked back over to us and sighed, grabbing the duffle bag and went rummaging through it, she held out three chocolate bars, A snickers, a big cat and cruncho.

"Is that really the last big cat?" Carl asked her, he stayed still for a moment before lifting his hand over the bars of chocolate, Michonne discreetly trying to keep the big cat from him, "Oh, come on." She whined as he went to grab the big cat.

"Hey, you said, winners choice." He said.

She sighed, "Go ahead, take it, it's yours." She gave him the chocolate, "Which one to you want?" She then turned to me.

Without hesitation I took the snickers from her grip and put it in the pocket of my coat so I could save it for later, "It was a pleasure doing business with you."

Carl tore open the wrapper and spill it the bar in thirds, offering a piece to Michonne, "Come on, we always share." He said. She took the chocolate with a smile and then he passed me my piece.

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"How hungry are you, on a scale of 1 to 10?" Dad asked, his eyes flickering from Carl and I as we crouch down beside him.

"15." Carl says.

"17."

Dad then looked across the small fire to Michonne, "28." She told him with a small smile.

"Yeah." He nodded, taking the cab off the flames, "It's been a while. I'm gonna go check the snares."

"Can I go with you?" Carl asked him, blowing the fire from the end of the stick he was burning.

"Well how else are you gonna learn?" Dad said to him, "You coming too?" He asked me.

"Oh definitely." I already knew how to make and use a snare, I was just bored.

"You too." He said to Michonne as we stood up, I kicked dirt into the flames putting out the fire.

I picked up my coat and wrapped it around my waist, the heat being too much if I had it on. I didn't want to leave it though, on the off chance we wouldn't return to the small camp for whatever reason.

"We'll stay another day or two." Dad told us as we walked through the trees, "Get some more rest."

"Finish healing up?"