Don't Get Dead | TWD | Volume 1

[15] Who Trusted Me With A Knife?

I didn't sleep that night.

When night fell the group decided on the sleeping arrangements, separating people between the bigger cars and the RV. They decided to keep one person on watch, who I assumed was Shane, but I didn't really remember. I was checked out of the conversation at the time. All I knew was part of their job on watch was to walk around the motorway and shine a torch in the woods to look for Sophia.

I was one of the people in the caravan, scrunched up in one of the sofas around the table, my back pressed up against the wall. I knew that I was small, but I couldn't possibly fit comfortably around the booth, not enough to get any sleep. Carl, who was laying on the opposite seat, was small enough to lay down with his knees to his chest, asleep just fine

Lucky.

There was no chance of me getting any rest like that, so I didn't bother trying. My back was killing me; if I stayed here, I would almost definitely snap on half. I sat up, stretching my arms into the air, and clambered out of the booth, trying to avoid stepping on T-Dog who was lying along the ground by the table.

It surprised me when the screeching door didn't wake anyone up. After closing it behind me, just as slowly as I had opened it, I walked to the back of the RV and climbed up the ladder to sit on top of the caravan. I was still not confident in my abilities to kill a walker, and didn't have any weapons to even attempt it, so the roof was a good enough place to avoid any conflict.

After perching myself on the RV roof, I wrapped a blanket around myself to keep warm. My eyes never left the forest; for some reason, I thought that I might be able to see her through the darkness and the dense wooded area.

Maybe.

Someone left a torch on the roof, so I shone the light into the woods, hoping the light might draw Sophia to us. If she was out there, lost, the beacon would lead her straight over, and she would be safe. That was a stretch too, but it was the only idea I had short of running off into the forest. It crossed my mind, but I barely found my way back to the caravan during the day, and I would probably get myself killed in the middle of the night.

Shane was walking around, and he had seen me on the roof, but he didn't say anything. I assumed that I wouldn't be allowed to help look if I hadn't slept, but I didn't really care what any of them said. I would be looking with them, no matter what they said.

Before I knew it, the sun was already peeking over the trees. I hadn't slept that night, and I knew I wouldn't get any sleep when I heard the first person stepping from the RV, the squeaking making me aware of their presence. I glanced down over the side and saw Rick, running his hands over his face as he walked out and leaned against a car.

The RV croaked when I sat back down, alerting Rick to my presence. He looked surprised but kept quiet because people were still sleeping in the RV. He walked to the back of the caravan, climbing the ladder to join me on the roof. He sat down next to me, hanging his legs over the barrier.

"How long have you been up?"

I shrugged, knowing they would never let me help if they knew. I asked Sophia to change the topic, "When are we going to look for her?"

"When everyone is awake," he answered, not looking at me. He kept his eyes on the forest like I had done the entire night. I didn't blame him. He probably felt as guilty as I did, not that he needed to because it was my fault she was out there right now, "We'll find her today."

I bit the inside of my lip, unsure but still comforted by his answer. "I hope so."

It didn't take long for everyone to get up and dressed; they all had bags to take with them that day. When they started emerging from the caravan, me and Rick climbed down the ladder to join them in front of the RV.