thank you all so much for being patient with me and for all the posotive feedback, seriously so much love.
sorry if this chapter is shit or not up to your exprectations....
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“No charlotte, you only say ‘go fish’ if you haven’t got any of that card. I just asked if you had any eights and you said ‘go fish’, but look, you have two eights!”
“Go fishies!”
Carl huffs impatiently and throws his cards down on the table, obviously done with the challenge of trying to teach Charlotte how to play a simple card game.
“Have some patience honey.” Lori soothes, “She’s a little kid, you’ll have to get used to it when your little brother or sister is born.”
“But mum, she can’t even play go fish! And I’m bored.” He whines.
“Carl, stop hassling your mother!” Rick snaps.
The air goes tense again, as it has been for most of the trip, like an unbroken current running through the small cabin. Everybody had been too scared to say anything, noticing the obvious tension between Daryl and Rick, especially after seeing Rick’s face. The tiniest shadow of a bruise was forming under his eye from Daryl’s punch and although the two weren’t fighting anymore, they certainly weren’t speaking to each other either. To say the atmosphere in the van was awkward would be a gross understatement. It was downright unbearable.
Times like this I longed for the solidarity of being alone and away from the dramas of group life.
On top of the silent feud still stewing between Daryl and Rick, there was also the added presence of myself, which made things even worse.
Daryl was still giving me the cold shoulder, and I alternated between giving wild murderous looks to both Rick and Daryl.
Daryl because he was just being a selfish child, and Rick because he had seriously hurt my feelings.
I mean, sure I knew Rick wasn’t exactly a member of the Karolina fan club, but I thought we had made some progress after I rescued Charlotte, apparently not. No, what he really thought was that I was some slut who was distracting Daryl and putting the group in danger. It hurt, more than I would have ever admitted. Especially after what I had put myself through for the group.
So was the praise that Rick had given me a lie? Did he just say that in front of everybody to look good?
Ugh, this was all too confusing!
I send a clod glare in Rick’s direction and begin sharpening my knives. We would be getting to the hospital soon and there were bound to be hordes of walkers everywhere. I had to put these stupid feeling out of my head and focus on the task at hand. I can’t slip up again; I shudder when I remember the casualty we suffered the last time. So much more was at risk this time. There was Carl, Charlotte and a heavily pregnant Lori to protect and no room for mistakes.
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“Walkers ahead, I estimate around 10, maybe more if there’s some in the cars.” Glenn informs us.
We’re entering onto the freeway now, the once vibrant city looming in the backdrop as we edge closer and closer.
We’ve managed to maneuver most of our way through the clusters of cars, only stopping a couple of times to move a vehicle or two before setting off again. Now that we are so close, the congestion of cars is getting thicker and thicker and unfortunately, that means stopping to deal with the problem.
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The Walking Dead (Fan-Fiction)
Fanfic[COMPLETED] The world has gone to hell. A virus has taken over, one that doesnt just make you sick, one that kills you and then brings you back as a flesh eating zombie, otherwise known as a walker. Karolina is a survivor in this nightmare of a...
