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❛ YOU PROMISED. ❜ 04. Help Me SEASON 01 EPISODE 04
Eerie is the word I have been searching for to describe that man, Jim. He'd been digging for nearly an hour, around the time the group had left for Atlanta. Jim's dug multiple holes, ones big enough to fit bodies— plural— and he has been doing it without a single break.. or drink.
It isn't my business, by all means, but it doesn't mean it makes him less creepy. I know nobody else was paying attention, they would've made some noise by then if they did.
I try distracting myself from it by helping out around the camp, doing stuff the adult women do— only I end up writing in my journal from boredom; pouring every inch of my emotions, jotting it down in the small notebook my mom had given me for school. A specific freckled-face boy sits beside me, looking right over my shoulder and reading almost everything I have written beforehand.. to now.
"Carl.." I sigh, closing the book and looking up at him. "Are you reading my journal?"
"Do you really hate your dad?" He questions, skipping over mine with a curious expression. "Is he really that bad?"
"No, no. I love my dad... it's just, he never really had time to love me back."
He opened his mouth to speak but the sound of clapping and laughing cut him off. "Hey, check it out." Morales chuckles. "Ladies... because of you my children will eat tonight. Thank you."
Amy and Andrea had gone fishing and in just a few short moments they had brought back a full chain of fish, ready to be skinned and cooked. "Thank Dale." The blonde spoke. "It's his canoe and gear."
"Kendall, look." Carl gasps. "Look at all the fish!" The young boy stood with my wrist in his hands, poking the fish with his finger in admiration. "Whoa."
"Yeah, whoa." Lori smiled. "Where did you two learn to do that?"
"Our dad." Amy took a sip from her water bottle after speaking.
"Can you teach me— us how to do that?" Carl fixed his question when he saw the frown I gave him.
"Sure!" Amy says. "I'll teach you all about nail knots and stuff." The blonde tilted her head at Lori. "If that's okay..?"
"You won't catch me arguing, sure as hell the same thing with Glenn."
"Hey, Dale." Andrea called and all of our happy faces turned to look at his stressed one. "When's the last time you oiled those line reels? They're a disgrace."
