Dixon #3

Chapter Two

"You!" I yelled as I woke up to Rick giving me CPR.
"What?" he asked as he stood and and I
"I was eleven years old! I was left to die in a herd of over fifty of those god forsaken things!" I yelled at Rick.
"What the hell are you taking about?"
"Well remember when I supposedly died?!"
"I haven't forgiven him either nor will I ever." I heard my dad mutter under his breath.
I was furious at Rick for leaving me just to die, an eleven year old that barley knew how to hold a gun.
"Im sorry ok but," started Rick but he was then cut off by Carl saying, "She has a point, if I were in that crowd you wouldn't of left nor would mom have let you."
I got the hint that his mom was dead because of childbirth because of Carl's glance at a baby when he said "mom".
Rick turned his head toward the floor and quietly whispered "Im sorry."
"Oh! Well big tough guy can't say sorry? Is it your weakness?!" I yelled it made me so angry that he couldn't say sorry out loud. I choked for air for a couple of seconds and grabbed my chest, I had a rare heart disease that isn't too major but it would cause me to pass out and go into miniature comas like the one that I just had where my heart stopped.
"Cheristy?" said a voice from behind me, I turned around and saw Carol standing where the voice came from. I was so happy to see Carol, I had always thought of Carol as a second mother, my mom died when I was really young, and Carol at the time lived almost right next door before this whole thing started. When my dad would work late she would come over with her daughter and tell us stories and fix us ice cream sundaes. Even when this whole thing went down she still took me under her wing and grieved with me as well as I did with her.
I smiled at her and walked a few steps toward her then went back and punched Rick in the face.
"What the hell?" he yelled at me as a black woman stood on front of him with a huge katana in hand. I glared at her and tried to remember her but figured out she was a stranger. I then walked to my dad and as I passed I whispered to Carl, "Thanks for being on my side and by the way, you've grown." I said the last sentence in a kind of taunting tone he blushed and lightly punched me.
I went to my dad and told him, "Let's head out, if an eleven year old could take on dozens of walkers I think a group of ten can handle the walkers at the cabin I saw."

I swiftly climbed up the tree and grabbed my items after Carl untied my hands. I didn't have much just some cans of food and water along with some knives. We headed off this time not eithout me. I decided to talk to my dad, after all we hadn't seen eachother for years not did I know that he was even alive.
"Hey small fry." he said to me, referring my shortness, after all he was six feet three inches and I was only 5'7. I know that migh not be short to others but compared to my dad I was short.
"Hi." I said to him.
I knew what he was going to at next but before he did I said, "Iw wasn't your fault that I was left behind to be honest it was al Rick's fault it wasn't fair and he could have totally handled the situation." He nodded and walked ahead without another word.
The walk to the cabin was long after all I could only see it ,barely, when I climbed to the top of a tree.
We had walked a couple of miek and had seen no walked which worried me because if there were no walkers here they had to be at the cabin.
"Hello." said Carl as he walked to my side.
"Hello."
"Long time no see." he said as he turned towards me and flashed me a toothless grin.
"True."
"You haven't changed a bit, have you?" he asked in a sarcastic tone. I giggled and replied in a manly tone, "You know once you've killed dozens of walkers and have been on your own you can never go back."
He made a laugh and then walked to Carol who was holding the baby.
I was leading the way and could already smell the rotting flesh of the walkers that flooded the cabin. I walked a few more steps and could see the cabin through a couple of trees, revealing the grove that the cabin sat upon.
"We're here!" I said in a sarcastic, happy, tone. I loaded my cross bow ready to kill the walkers.
The others did the same with there various weapons ready for the hord.

I pushed aside a bush and sure enough there was a walker and another and another, there was the horde.
I shot my crossbow as well as my dad and the others shot and stabbed. I would one hand and shoot with my other hand but other than that, I stuck with my crossbow.

It took us thirty minutes to kill all of the things and after wards I walked up to Rick and said, "Was that, that hard?"

The I made a motion for the group to follow and walked towards the cabin.