𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫// 𝐓𝐖𝐃

S2: I'll Find Her

(Andrea)

"You really think we're gonna find them?" I ask, Daryl as we walk down the forest.

He shines his light in my face, giving me a scoff. "You got that look on your face same as everybody else. What the hell's wrong with you people? We just started looking."

"Well, do you?"

"It ain't the Mountains of Tibet it's Georgia. They could be holed in a farmhouse somewhere. People get lost and they survive. It happens all the time." he says.

"Sophia's only 12, Naomie's 10." I tell him. It's crazy to believe two young girl would be able to survive alone in the woods, especially with walkers around every corner.

"Hell, I was younger than Naomie, and I got lost. Nine days in the woods eating berries. Wiping my a** with poison oak."

"They found you?"

"Nah, my old man was off on a bender with some waitress. Merle was doing another stint in juvie. Didn't even know I was gone. I made my way back though. Went straight into the kitchen and made myself a sandwich. No worse for wear. Except my a** itched something awful." he explains.

I can't hold in my laughter. "I'm sorry. That is a terrible story."

He chuckles a little before continuing. "The only difference is the girl's got people looking for them. I call that advantage."

"Not really, when you got lost there weren't dead people trying to eat you." I tell him.

"Ain't no different than coyotes." He's got a point.

"What if they haven't even found each other? They could be on two different sides of the woods by now. Or worse."

"That kid ain't dying that easy. I'll tell ya."

"Who?" I turn towards him confused.

"Naomie. Ya seen her attitude. I bet ya a penny 'n a fiddle of gold, she's done found herself somewhere, and is hiding out right now." he talks about her like he knows exactly what she's thinking. I guess they're not to different.

"Dale told me her family left her right on the police station when she was only 5. Parents took off, and wouldn't get back to nobody. She was just happy to have seen someone she didn't even ask about her parents." I tell him, even though I'm not sure Dale would want him to know this. "Dale, and his wife adopted her less than a year later. She hasn't left their side since."

Daryl stares at the ground like he's thinking. "She was fending for herself at five. Yeah, she's still alive." I've never heard someone say something with so much confidents.

"And Sophia? She's not like that she's nervous, rarely talks."

"If she wants to live... she'll find a way."

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(Dale)

I left Carol to look out for Daryl, and Andrea. I figured I'd take a walk. I was walking the side of the road looking for any movement in the woods. Any sign of my granddaughter.

As I make my way back to the RV, Daryl and Andrea are coming back.

Daryl doesn't say anything just shakes his head lightly. I give him a forced smile blinking back tears. I stop Andrea before she walks away too.

"Want to give you this." I tell her pulling her gun from my belt. "I care about you. So I made a choice for you.. choices. I know why I did it, but... this is not my gun, and the choices that I made for you were not mine to make." she takes the gun from me slowly. "And I'm still gonna ask... please don't make me regret this."

"I'll take watch." she says walking past me. "You need sleep. You passing out from exhaustion isn't gonna help Omie."

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(Naomie)

My head has been pounding none stop. I lost the walkers a while ago but I haven't stopped moving since. And I'm so thirsty.

I catch myself on a tree again, I keep tripping over things. I need to sit down for a little. I blink back the splotches in my eyes, as I try to see in front of me. I almost fall over again.

It's a house.

I make my way towards it, listening for any sound of anything inside. The windows are broken, and the door is wide open. I hit the side of the house, making sure nothing jumps at me unexpectedly. I wait a second before slowly stepping inside. It smells like mold, and dust. At least it's better than rotting flesh.

I look around carefully, it's dark so I can't see much but there's some stairs and two rooms on both sides, and past the stairs are two more rooms. The one on my left looks empty, so I turn to what looks like the kitchen.

There is a trash can with empty cans, and a box of old sardines. Ew. Another empty room with nothing but some torn down curtains. And an large cabinet across the wall, it looks like whoever was here already took everything out.

A small closed door catches my attention, it looks like an entry to a small pantry. Mom-mom used to have one so she could reach the food in the kitchen from her wheel chair. Carefully I step behind it to open it, so if anything jumps out I'm not right in front of it.

When nothing jumps out I finally look inside. All that's inside is can peaches, and some old bottles of I think cooking oil. I quickly sit inside the door closing it behind me incase a walker comes in, and open the can of peaches. Which was a struggle.

It doesn't take long before I eat most of them, and drank the little bit of juice in the bottom.

I curl up farther back placing my backpack in front of me, bringing my knees to my chest. All I can hear is the sound of crickets outside, and a owl.

I've done this before, and I was fine. I'll just rest here for a little, and then leave in the morning. Whoever shot that deer can't be to far.

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