"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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"Dale could-- could get under your skin. He sure got under mine, because he wasn't afraid to say exactly what he thought, how he felt." Rick spoke out, all of us gathered around the grave site, my dad holding me close as always.
"That kind of honesty is rare and brave. Whenever I'd make a decision, I'd look at Dale. He'd be looking back at me with that look he had. We've all seen it one time or another." He continued, Carl shedding a few tears while most people looked down with respect for the older man.
"I couldn't always read him, but he could read us. He saw people for who they were. He knew things about us-- The truth... Who we really are. In the end, he was talking about losing our humanity. He said this group was broken. The best way to honor him is to unbreak it. Set aside our differences and pull together, stop feeling sorry for ourselves and take control of our lives... Our safety... ...our future. We're not broken. We're gonna prove him wrong. From now on... We're gonna do it his way. That is how we honor Dale." Rick concluded, looking around the sad group, ending his speech with a hope that things would get better.
The group each went our separate ways, preparing to make the move into the house for the winter. The air was brisk, everyone up and moving to do their part in packing up our camp for the cold days to come.
"Put your jacket on, it's cold out" my dad tossed the article of clothing to me, the two of us packing up our tent. While I continued to pack up the rest of camp with the others my dad had joined Rick, Maggie, Hershel and Shane to discuss a plan of survival over the next few months.
"It'll be tight, 18 people in one house." Rick reminded them of what they were getting into.
"Don't worry about that. With the swamp hardening, the creek drying up..." Hershel started.
"With 50 head of cattle on the property, we might as well be ringing a damn dinner bell." Maggie finished for her father.
"She's right. We should've moved you in a while ago." Hershel agreed, wanting to do right now.
"All right, let's move the vehicles near each of the doors facing out toward the road." Rick started pointing as he gave orders.
"Just leave it there." Lori told Beth when the younger girl tried to help load up our gear into the truck to bring into the house.
"We'll build a lookout in the windmill, another in the barn loft. That should give us sightlines both sides of the property. T-Dog, you take the perimeter around the house. Keep track of everyone coming and going." Rick continued, everyone breaking off to get to work packing up.
