Estella Brandy, a strong, brave six year old girl that was left alone to die in the apocalypse by her mother. Thinking that she wouldn't be able to survive with a child, she took off in the middle of the night and left Estella alone. However, Daryl...
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CHAPTER SIX !
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A LOT HAD HAPPENED in a day. beth had become very suicidal over her mom's death, locked herself in a bathroom and cut her wrists. shane and rick had gone to drop randall off somewhere, but came back later with him and put him in the shed. daryl had been in there and gave randall a talking to or much so an extreme beat up to get the guy to come clean.
rick had decided that they'd kill randall that day. dale was against it.
isabella was in her tent, reading a book. she wasn't in the mood to play with carl and estella, so the two of them played on their own until carl also got bored, and went into the house to annoy his now openly pregnant mom and busy dad.
daryl had gone out on a hunt around an hour ago. he said he would be back soon, but that still didn't defeat the boredom in estella's body. she needed to do something. she got out of the tent, her dog still fast asleep. her eyes looked around for something to do, until they locked on the shed.
that's where randall was.
one look wouldn't hurt. right?
besides, no adults there to tell her not to, she could do what ever she wanted. she didn't belong to anybody in the camp, and daryl wasn't there to stop her.
she wouldn't get caught. she just wanted one peek. surely randall couldn't be that bad. he was going to die anyway, it didn't matter.
she walked to the shed, where andrea was supposed to be on guard, but she wasn't. estella walked around the back, seeing a small window, which had a bunch of hay bales leading up to it. she climbed on top of one, and then the other, and the other, until she reached the small window.
she climbed through it, landing on some wood. she looked down, seeing randall's face all beaten and bruised. she knew that daryl did it to him. she tried to stay quiet, but when she tried to get more comfortable, the wood below her creaked, making randall's eyes snap up at her.
"hey!" randall spoke, a look of relief on his face. "that's some sweet boots ya got there, girl. i'm randall. what's your name?"
he didn't seem too bad.
"estella." she replied, her voice coming out soft and less country sounding which surprised randall.
"estella, that's a beautiful name, for a beautiful girl." he said, "that big guy with the vest, that ya dad? i like him. yeah, he's a good guy, i can tell - besides the beatin' me up. your mom out here too?"
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