Falling into the Undead

Not Blood

Falling into the Undead

Chapter Eleven

Not Blood

Here's another chapter!

I would like to proudly state that I am writing the last chapter of this story before I move on to season two!

The story is finally starting to figure itself out and I'm just now here for the ride as I put it into words for you guys to read.

Please enjoy!

You can drive all night

looking for the answers in the

pouring rain

You wanna find peace of mind

Looking for the answer

-Cigarette Daydreams by Cage the Elephant

The morning light was bright as it filtered through the open door. Shane had poked his head out, carefully surveying the area for any signs of Walkers, at the first sign of daylight. Remington was certain none of the adults had managed to catch a wink of sleep all night. Her eyes felt like something had been scratching at them. She had hunkered in a corner of the cellar by herself, not wishing to be around the others, not while the guilt clawed at her and caused her stomach to turn. Both Shane and Rick had tried to speak to her at one point but had quickly given her space after she hadn't responded back.

Now, Remington found herself shuffling through the bags inside the cellar. With the light filtering through the doorway, she was able to see that the man who had lived here was indeed a prepper but had gone through a lot of his stuff before disappearing.

There was enough that they couldn't just leave it behind. It didn't matter if Morgan decided not to travel with them, and they had to split it because the amount was the difference between having an extra day and not. She was certain the others would think the same way as she did.

Glancing over she caught the eye of Morgan, the man stared at her for a good long while, where Duane seemed to glance quickly away. It didn't make her feel any better. The shaking in her hands came back and didn't disappear after Morgan moved away to speak to Rick. She took a shuddering breath before moving to try to condense the worthless objects from the ones they needed.

Her skin itched as she tried to move fast as the men talked. They were supposed to have been back yesterday but had stayed overnight, she was certain the others would grow worried, and she didn't want to think about her children. Maisie had probably started to cry. She hated to spend the night anywhere away from her. Never had to before. Landon would probably be all right, but he'd be worried. Her main concern was she hadn't made plans with anyone for an overnight stay. That hadn't been a part of the plan and was supposed to never happen, but it had, and they didn't have anyone to stay with.

She had nothing against Carol, but her husband, she didn't want either kid anywhere near him, especially at night. Her skin crawled at the mere image. She had begun to feel the panic tightening around her, wondering if they were hurt, what had happened, and if they stayed with Carol. She should trust the woman to figure it out, but she had been like Carol at one point. She knew the grip Ed had on her. How she would follow, without thinking, or pushing because it was easier. Remington couldn't see herself endangering someone else's kids, but for a little while, hadn't she technically endangered Maisie? He had never touched their kid and hadn't wished to harm Maisie, but that could have changed. Wasn't that the push Remington had needed to leave him?