That Valley Girl || Daryl Dixon

[ 020 ] Persistent

It was morning now. Rick and Glenn still hadn't returned. No Hershel either. There was a lot of tension around the farm, everyone was getting more worried each second they didn't return.

A few of us were outside now, including me. I was sitting on a chair when I heard a car in the distance. I looked up to see the car that Rick and Glenn had left in, quickly approaching the farm. They were finally back.

I stood up from my chair, everyone else walked towards the house as the red car pulled up. Everyone that was inside the house came outside. Including Lori and Carl, the boy ran up to his father, hugging him tightly. Lori approached her husband, wrapping an arm around him.

Hershel and Glenn exited the car next. Maggie ran past Hershel, straight to Glenn and embracing him.

"Patricia, prepare the shed for surgery." Hershel suddenly spoke, walking towards the house.

Surgery? Who needed surgery?

"Who the hell is that?" T-dog questioned, pointing his finger at the car. Everyone's heads turned.

"That's Randall." Glenn explained as we all looked at a new face inside the car. He had a red blindfold covering his eyes and seemed to be asleep.

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"We couldn't leave him there." Rick explained as we all were sitting and standing around the dining table. "He would've bled out, if he lived that long"

"It's gotten bad in town." Glenn added.

"What do we do with him?" Andrea spoke up from beside Shane.

"I repaired his calf muscle as best I can." Hershel stated as he walked into the dining room. "But he'll probably have nerve damage. Won't be on his feet for at least a week." He explained.

"When he is, we give him a canteen, take him out to the main road, send him on his way." Rick announced.

"Isn't that the same as leaving him for the walkers?" Andrea questioned. Daryl then walked into the room.

"He'll have a fighting chance." Rick countered.

"Just gonna let him go? He knows where we are." Shane said.

"He was blindfolded the whole way here. He's not a threat."

"Not a threat." Shane mocked. "How many of them were there? You killed three of their men, you took one of them hostage. But they just ain't gonna come looking?"

"They left him for dead. No one is looking." Rick persisted.

"We should still post a guard." T-dog suggested.

"He's out cold right now, will be for hours." Hershel spoke.

"You know what? I'm gonna go get him some flowers and candy." Shane said, sarcasm lacing his voice. "Look at this, folks-- we back in Fantasyland." He made his exit. Hershel followed him.

"You know, we haven't even dealt with what you did at my barn yet." He pointed a finger. "Let me make this perfectly clear, once and for all-- this is my farm. Now I wanted you gone. Rick talked me out of it, but that doesn't mean I have to like it." Hershel was now right in front of Shane.

"So do us both a favor-- keep your mouth shut." He finished. Shane backed up, sighing as he left the house.

"Look, we're not gonna do anything about it today. Let's just cool off." Rick said. With that everyone began to go their separate ways.

-

I walked out of the house. Making my way towards the forest with my knife in the waistband of my pants. This time, I'm not gonna chicken out. I'm gonna get my first kill.