Eleanor Winchester has lived around monsters her entire life. As much as her father tried to hide her from it, he had no choice but to train her along side her older brothers.
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The screams coming from our campsite make us all move faster. I follow behind Dean, shooting the walkers that come close to us.
We finally reach the camp to see that it's over run with walkers.
"Sam!" Dean calls for our brother. I search the site until my eyes land on him. He is just standing there while a walker is closing end on him.
Before I can let out a scream for him, Rick's knife goes through the walker's head. That seems to unfreeze Sam as he begins killing the walkers around them.
Once all of the walkers are dead, we check on each other. We lost Amy and Ed. Even though Ed wasn't too much of loss. He abused his wife and daughter. I'm not saying he deserved but he did.
I sit across from Dean and Sam. Carl is leaned against me. I can tell he was afraid I wasn't going to come back.
"Sam," Dean begins.
"I know. I fucked up," Sam says, rubbing his hands over his face.
"What happened?" I ask him.
"I heard Amy scream and it reminded me of..." He trails off but I know.
It reminded him of when he lost Jess. She died the same way his mother did and that destroyed him. He wanted to leave this life so bad yet it caught up with him.
Dean sighs, "You can't let that happen again."
"I know, I'm sorry," Sam agrees.
I look up as Rick walks over to us and takes a seat next to Carl.
"I'm thinking we head to the CDC, they might be able to help us," Rick tells us his plan.
"Do you think anyone will even be there?" Dean asks.
"It's worth a shot to see," Rick says, seeming so sure of himself.
This man radiates confidence.
"Jim's bit!" I hear Shane yell.
That causes Dean, Sam, and Rick to run over to where Shane is.
I hold onto Carl, not wanting him to go over there.
"I wasn't sure if you were coming back or not," Carl finally speaks up.
I look down at his sweet face and smile, "I always come back."
"You should start listening to your brothers," Carl tells me.
"I think you should start listening to your mother," I tell him.
"What? I do!" He claims with a shock face.
"Yeah right," I grin at him, pinching his cheek.
He groans, "Stop it!"
"You better make me," I tease him.
He tries to move away from me but I grab him by his waist and start tickling him. He erupts in laughter.
I stop tickling him and let him catch his breath. I try to make Carl feel like a kid whenever I can. He doesn't deserve to have to grow up so fast.
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Dean yells to Sam and I to get back. We are at the CDC and it's a mess. There's dead bodies everywhere. You never get used to the smell of rotting bodies.
Rick yells at the door for any hope of us getting inside. It's almost like he has lost his damn mind. He's yelling about a camera moving while Shane tries to pull him away.
We lost Jim on the way he here. He wanted to be left on the side of the road to be with his family. The Morales family went their separate way. We've lost so many people in only a few short days.
Dean finally grabs me as the door opens.
"Come on!" Rick yells at the group.
Walkers are closing in on us so we have no choice but to go inside where it's safe.
Or at least it might be safe. We have no idea what's waiting for us inside this building.
We all gather in the elevator. My back somehow gets pressed into Rick's chest. I can feel his heartbeat speed up at the contact. Carl pushes into me, causing me to back into Rick even more. Rick's hand goes to my waist to keep us steady.
I try to ignore the physical contact even though my body is screaming for more of it. I look over at Daryl and he's already looking at me.
I feel the heat rise to my cheeks as I quickly look away from him.
"What do we think is up here?" Shane asks the group.
"Hopefully help," Glenn answers for us.
"Maybe they are working on a cure," Andrea offers.
"They could have contact with others," Lori adds.
"We'll just have to see. Everyone keep your eyes open, we don't know what is up here," Rick says sternly.
Sam reaches for my hand, a habit he picked up whenever he got anxious. It happened a lot after we couldn't find dad. Then increased more after we couldn't find Bobby.
My older brother is such a mess. Aren't we all, though?
