chapter twelve ; what happened [ season five - episode nine ]
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SEVENTEEN DAYS PASSED like a flash. Seventeen days since the loss of one of the youngest members of the group — Beth Greene. The boy some of them didn't recognize introduced himself to them.
His name was Noah, and while he was in the Memorial with the Greene girl, he had gotten close to her and she trusted him. Before she had died, she had told Noah that once they were to escape the place, they could go to Richmond, Virginia.
Noah explained to the group Beth's plan, and in honor of the girl, they all agreed to it. Their plan was to go back to Noah's old community where he used to live with his family — saying it still had walls and was heavily protected.
Over the majority of the days, Kloe figured out how easy it was to form a friendship with Noah. He was caring, helpful, extremely kind and courteous. She understood how Beth managed to trust him so quickly.
Currently, a few members of the group containing Rick, Michonne, Kloe, Glenn, Tyreese, and Noah all sit inside a van — only so many miles away from Noah's old community.
Tyreese was the one driving, Noah in the passenger seat beside him. Michonne and Rick were set behind them, and behind them were Glenn and Kloe.
The Rhee woman continuously flickered her eyes down to the side where Glenn held onto a CD, and he stared at it for a period of time. While he fidgeted with the object, she remained with her fingernails and her bottom lip.
She chewed on her lip, and she fidgeted with her fingernails that desperately needed trimming.
Rick turned his view over to the only teen in the car. "How far out?" he questioned, making the boy briefly glance across him over his shoulder.
Noah then peered over around their surroundings, squinting his eyes as he attempted to recognize the area. "Five miles," he answered.
The Grimes man grasped onto his walkie that lay in his lap. "Hey, Carol," he spoke into the device.
It only took a second for the woman to reply, her voice static. "I'm here."
"We're halfway there. Just wanted to check the range," he clarified, releasing the button when he was finished.
"Everybody's holding tight. We've made it five-hundred miles. Maybe this can be the easy part."
"Got to think we're due," he countered. "Give us twenty minutes to check in."
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