23 (Comic/WORSE VERS) - Claimers.

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"How hungry are you on a scale of one to ten?" Rick asks.

"fifteen.." Carl mumbles.

"nine!" I say

"twenty-eight." Michonne says.

"You're joe king." I say.

"I'm starving." Michonne states.

"Yeah.. It's.. Been awhile, I'm gonna go check the snares." Rick says.

"Can I go with you?" Carl asks.

"Ooo can I go too?" I ask, excitedly.

"Well how else will you guys learn?" Rick asks with a grin.

We quickly stand up.

"Hey, you too." He says to Michonne and she stands up grabbing her katana.

We walk into the forest I skip along.

"We'll stay another day or two. Get some more rest." Rick says to us.

"Okay!" I smile.

"Finish healing up?" Michonne asks him.

"Yeah, how are you?" I ask.

"I'm almost there." Rick responds and I give him a thumbs up.

"We're close now, right?" Carl asks.

"To Terminus?" Rick asks.

"Where else?" I respond.

"Yeah, we are." Rick says, as we walk deeper into the forest.

"When we get there, are we gonna tell them?" Carl asks.

"Tell them what?" Michonne asks.

"What she asked." I say.

"Everything that happened to us, all the stuff we've done." Carl says. "We gonna tell them the truth?"

"We're gonna tell them who we are." Rick says.

"But how do you say that? I mean.. Who are we?" Carl asks. Before a walker snarl distracts us.

We stop and Michonne grabs her katana, putting it down. We continue walking until we find the snare traps.

"There you go.." Rick says as he bends down to examine the dead rabbit. "It's a small one, it'll do." He stuffs it in his bag. 

"Poor rabbit.." I mutter.

"Lucky us though." Rick says. "So.. this is just a simple slipknot. Tie one on both ends, then you tighten one side to the branch. Now, see how we got the ground here, in sort of like a funnel shape?'

"A tail?" I ask.

"That's right." Rick says happily. "That's where you wanna set the noose. So you hide it with leaves, then you put.. sticks all around it so any animals going by have to run this way. Right, into the trap." Rick says, using his hand as an example.

"Hmm.." I say.

"HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!" A man screams. Carl runs off.

"Carl." Rick says and I follow him, pulling out my machete.

"Carl, you're being stupid, but anything you do I do." I tell him.

"Carl, Joseph, STOP!" Rick shouts.

"GET BACK! BACK!" The man shouts.

We fleet through the forest until we spot a man surrounded by walkers, Carl aims his pistol.

"Carl." I say. "It's not worth it." Rick grapples Carl and pulls him back as the man screams in pain.

"We can't help him." Rick says as we watch him get torn apart. I cover my ears at the screaming and cries for help, until they just... stop.

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