TWELVE. I CAN SEE THE PAIN IN YOUR EYES
The familiarity of the evergreen trees and the smell of the wilderness brought back horrific memories. The crunching of leaves under her feet reminded her of the hours of walking to find shelter and food. A thin layer of sweat coated her skin and caused her hair to stick to the back of her neck. Mia traveled alongside Carl and Hershel, searching for a sight of walkers. The survival instincts she gained led her to keeping the knife she had in her hand the entire time. A silencer was attached to the end of it.She glanced over at Carl, seeing him search every part of the forest with the gun held tightly in his hands. "Are you worried about her? Judith?" She questioned.
His icy eyes bored into hers. "She's just a baby." He stated simply but it meant so much.
She gave him a half smile. "Beth's taking good care of her. She doesn't ever let her out of her sight. Trust me, she's in good hands."
Even though he was still unconvinced, he nodded.
Mia watched Hershel as he picked berries from the bushes. "What are they for?" She asked the man.
"My wife used to make tea with them. They remind me of her."
She smiled. "I love that." She then noticed his limp. "If you don't mind me asking, how did you get that limp?" Her curiosity was getting the best of her.
She followed him when he made his way to another bush. "When we first got to the prison I was bitten on the leg by a walker. Rick and the others cut it off the stop it from spreading. They saved my life." He explained to her.
"They're good at that." Mia nodded and then smiled. "Your daughters are good at it. Maggie saved me."
Hershel patted her on the shoulder. "And I'm glad she did." He stated. He turned to Carl and saw the gun in his hold. "When did your dad give it back?"
"Yesterday. After everything happened."
"You've grown a lot these past few months. There's a responsibility about you. I think it's done you some good to step back."
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I Know The End, Carl Grimes
Fanfictionand I killed my brother. I had to. I only wish I hadn't washed my hands in the river. the water remembers. The Walking Dead.