Don't Get Dead | TWD | Volume 1

[20] Shooting

I was awake quite early the next morning, and the only way I really knew for sure was when T-Dog joined the group to eat, and when he saw me, his jaw went slack. He rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times.

"Ace!" He exclaimed. "Nice to see you awake in the morning."

"Says you," I looked down at my wrist as if I had a watch on and raised an eyebrow before turning my head back to T-Dog. "And what time do you call this, Theodore?"

"Yeah, yeah," he scoffed, rolling his eyes as he walked to the RV to get some food. Some of the others chuckled at the back and forth before returning to the previous conversations.

Glenn sat down in the chair next to me, digging straight into his breakfast. It was some kind of meat that Hershel had given us and some eggs. It was definitely a nice change from the random tinned food we had normally been eating lately.

He grabbed his bottle from the ground next to me, taking a sip of his water. When he finished, he glanced over and held the bottle out to me, "Want some?"

"I'm good, thanks."

Glenn didn't seem as happy as I expected him to be after what happened last night, though. Especially not when supposedly last night he was with Maggie in the barn. Again . . . gross. But he actually seemed rather uneasy and nervous. I didn't understand it. He kept glancing at the barn of the house, crossing eyes with Maggie, who was sitting on the porch railing that morning.

Maggie looked just as uneasy as Glenn from what I could see. I decided it would be best not to think about what could have gone wrong for them the night before and distracted myself by continuing to eat my food. This was not any of my business, and my best bet was to keep my nose out.

He had been head over heels for Maggie since we joined the farm, so I didn't understand what was causing all the tension between them. Then again, the more I thought about it, the more I realised that I didn't really want to know what was causing the tension. Maybe something past PG that I didn't really want to think about.

When I was finished, I took it over to the caravan and cleaned my plate and cutlery in the sink before leaving it on the side to dry. I didn't want to add any extra work for anyone, so I decided that I would do any of my own chores myself. I left the RV and walked back out to take my seat next to Glenn again.

Everyone spoke amongst themselves for a while, but I just sat there quietly. We had gun training again today, and I wondered if I even wanted to go or not. Rick taught me to shoot the day before, but as you saw, I was not the best shot.

Having the practice would ensure that I was getting better, but also, I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of everyone. Trying to shoot in front of Rick was bad enough.

Then again, there was no guarantee as to whether we would even have any more training after today, and if I never got the chance to practise again, then it could be a life-or-death scenario when I actually had to shoot some walkers.

I don't know, I had to try and decide between my humility and logic.

Tough one.

Lori's voice came from behind us, dragging me out of my thoughts. "Hey everyone, look who it is."

We all looked over at the same time, and everyone there cheered in amazement to see Carl standing at her side. I couldn't have been happier to see him up and walking around, made obvious by the smile that would not leave my face. His just being here made this one of the best days of my life.

Just Sophia now.

His hand was pressed into his own rib, presumably to stop some of the pain that his wound still caused. Rick was right behind him, a huge grin on his face as he placed his hand on Carl's head, who was now wearing Rick's brown sheriff hat.