In the event of an Apocalyptic Love.

6 - Live, Laugh, Love

It was roughly a week since the last time anything interesting happened, it had been slow, I was tasked to feeding the Chickens with Lori, I had woken up and begun to change into a grey shirt with a black dinosaur claw on it, a leather belt on my jeans as they were a size too big.

"Hey Joey!" Carl smiles as I leave the room. "They said I'm okay to do things now!"

I gently hug him. "That's great! Now you can come feed the Chickens with me!" I smile, as I pull away from the hug he nods.

"Okay! Let's go do that!" He beings walking off pulling me by the forearm excitedly. I escape his grasp and walk at my pace, doing circles around him.

"Carl guess what!"

"What?"

"Chicken Butt!" I giggle.

"Argh, you ALWAYS get me with that, it's annoyinggg" He facepalms.

"Yet it's 🎶hilarious🎶" I sing.

"Finee maybe just a little bit." He sighs as we approach the chicken coop and begin feeding the chickens with Lori.

We were throwing buckets of food when Lori looked worried for something.

"Don't look so worried." Carl remarks.

"It's my job."

"No it's not. You're a housewife!" Carl says as I chuckle.

I throw seeds at him. "Don't say that!"

"Yeah punk?" Lori steals my idea and throws seeds too. "You see my house around here? A Housewife."

Car smiles cheekily. he examines the chickens. "They don't have a mother."

"Well, she might be somewhere else." Lori replied.

"Maybe she got eaten." Carl says.

"Wow, what a gloom." I elbow Carl's arm.

"What? Everything's food for something else." Carl replies. Continuing to feed the chickens.

"Yeah, but you don't say that in such a safe place!" I remark. "That's rude. Also that would mean they don't take care of they chickens and LET them get eaten." I shake my head.

"Well, sorry, but THEY could have eaten her." I shrug.

"Maybe, but let's assume otherwise okay? Sorry I'm gonna run, go get my share of Jerky." He nods and leans against the RV carving a stick with a knife. I smile sadly as I run to get my beef jerky and peach from Glenn.

"Thanks." I nod, taking a peach and jerky and biting into the peach.

"You're welcome." He says nervously. I ignore it. I walk back over.

"I want to learn to shoot too, can you teach me?" I run over.

"Me too?" I ask. Carl smiles at me.

"Carl, little man, you'll have to ask your parents, I can teach you, Joseph." Shane nods, laughing.

"Can.. Can you talk to them, they'll listen to you." Carl says. Shane laughs with a mouthful of peach.

"We'll see, okay?" Shane says. Carl turns away. "HEY!" He turns back. "Let me see what you've got there."

Carl nodded and lifted his shirt, showing off a gun. My eyes widen. "Dudeee where'd you get that?"

Shane looks nervous and tells Lori and Rick. We get led off to sit down for some reason. Lori takes the gun and puts it in her back pocket. "How the hell did this happen?"

"Well it's my fault, I let him in the RV." Dale says "He said he wanted a walkie, that you sent him for one."

"So on top of everything else. He lied." Lori says furiously.