"She's just a kid"
"She knows how to survive"
Cassie Dixon, only twelve at the start of the outbreak. With her mothers smarts and her fathers skills, can she survive? Or will she have to depend on her found family along the way?
Who will make it t...
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"Come on." Rick grunted, running through a field carrying his bleeding son who was limp in his arms.
"Hey, you move, shithead! Come on, get us there!" Shane shoved the shooter forward, me sticking right behind Rick.
"How far? How far?" Rick paused to shout at the man with worry.
"Another half mile, that way! Hershel, talk to Hershel- He'll help your boy. I'm sorry." The man named Otis called, stopping to take a breath with his hands on his knees hunched over.
"Cassie, stay with Rick!" Shane called up to me and I nodded back, Rick and I taking off running towards this farm Otis mentioned. Shane was able to put his full focus on Otis now that I was with Rick, knowing he didn't have to bother keeping an eye on me and the man who shot Carl.
"Let's go- Come on!" Shane pulled Otis to his feet when he tripped. Rick came to a slow when a house was in view, adjusting his hold on his son to not drop him. A girl stood on the porch, looking out with her binoculars to see a man running, carrying a boy and a girl chasing behind them.
"Dad!" She called back into the house. The man and his family stepped onto the porch, prepared to defend their farm as the teenage boy held a baseball bat in his grip.
"Was he bit?" The old man with white hair called, his three daughters standing beside him.
"Shot, by your man." Rick called back, getting close enough to come to a stop in front of the steps.
"Otis?" The eldest girl asked, all of them coming down the steps to meet us.
"He said find Hershel. Is that you? Help me- Help my boy." Rick begged, mind clouded with only one focus, saving his son.
"Get him inside- Inside! Patricia, I need my full kit. Maggie-" Hershel began shouting out orders, Rick following him inside while still carrying Carl.
"Stay out here" a woman with short brown hair instructed quickly. "Yeah?"
"Painkillers, coagulates- Grab everything. Clean towels, sheets, alcohol. In here." And then I couldn't hear them anymore, the door swinging shut behind them. With a sigh I sat on the middle step, looking down and feeling the weight in my hand. My face fell blank, twisting in handle of Carls knife in my hand, the knife he had dropped when he was shot.
"Move!" I heard Shane shout to Otis in the field, my head shooting up. Rick stepped outside behind me and I glanced over my shoulder at him, not failing to catch sight of the red blood staining his shirt. He pulled off his hat and I stood to my feet quickly, Shane finally reaching us and crossing to stand in front of Rick.
"He's alive- He's still alive?" Otis asked with guilt from the bottom of the steps. Rick wiped his forehead, smearing blood from his hand across it, face void of emotions due to the shock he was in and I watched with horror. Shane glanced down at me quickly, seeing how scared I looked simply at the sight of the blood, knowing who it belonged to.
