It started with a shooting. No, don't worry, I was not shot, but little Carl was. Rick, Shane, and Carl had been looking for Sophia, who had gone missing, when they saw a buck. Carl got too close and Otis shot at it; it went through the buck and into Carl. One of the daughters of the farm we're going to went out to find Lori and brought her back, where the group soon followed. It was extremely devastating because the kid’s ten, man.
Anyway, they stumbled upon Hershel’s farm and, luckily, he was a doctor. Well, actually, a vet, but it’s better than me dissecting the poor kid. Lori was worried sick, of course. Who wasn’t? We were all terrified, so we retreated to the farm and set up camp in front of the house near some trees. Of course we had tents and supplies for ourselves, so I helped T-Dog and Dale set it up while everyone went to visit Carl and his parents.
“This is crazy, isn’t it?” I asked.
“Yeah,” T-Dog mumbled. “At least this could be a nice place to stay.”
“I don’t know, T. I don’t think this place is exactly up for rent.”
“Do you think this is the time to get an attitude with me, Short Round?”
“I’m just sayin’. Don’t give your hopes up.”
Daryl came out of the house with a frustrated look on his face. “I’m going to look for Sophia,” he mumbled as he walked by.
“Okay then,” I muttered.
Once we finished setting up the camp, I took watch on top of the RV. On the RV, we sit on the lawn chair with binoculars and a sniper rifle that wasn’t the best, but it did the job. Things were much quieter than I was used to. This farm was an awesome place to stay during all of this. I bet they very rarely catch any walkers around here, which would be miraculous. I don’t think we’ll have to keep watch as much as we are used to, which is fine by me. At least I can get more sleep, well, considering it’s the apocalypse, it’s hard to sleep without one eye open.
Rick came out of the house and leaned on the railing of the front porch, which wrapped around the whole house. I summoned Dale to take my shift so that I could talk to Rick about Carl. I climbed down the RV, grabbing a pocket knife just in case a walker creeped up on us.
I walked up the stairs, noticing the house wasn’t as big as it looked from afar. “Hey, man. How are you and Lori holding up?”
“Lori’s a wreck and I’m not doing so hot, either.”
“Well, how’s Carl looking right now?”
“He’s still unconscious and Hershel’s trying to decide what to do. He’s going to perform a surgery, of course.”
“Do they have the stuff to do it?”
“They’re loaded with medical supplies; morphine and everything.”
“Is Hershel even a doctor? Does he know what he’s doing?”
“He was a vet. It’s the closest thing we’ll get to one.”
“As long as he knows what he’s doing, I think Carl will be okay.”
“Have you gone to see him yet?”
“No, I was setting up camp and keeping watch.”
