"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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Harley and T-Dog each grabbed an end of a walker, lifting it and carrying it to the back of the truck to take away from the farm.
"A few more trips." Rick said, seeing their struggle to carry the dead weight.
"We got lucky. If that barn had any more, we could've been overrun." Andrea commented, Harley walking back to help her with the next one, a huff escaping her.
"Good thing Shane did what he did... When he did." T-Dog commented, heaving as he took a break for a moment.
"You can't tell me this was right." Dale looked to him in shock at his controversial comment.
"It wasn't. It'll cost us with Hershel." Rick said pointedly.
"He's grieving. He'll come around, see we had no choice. Look, I shot too. This wasn't all Shane." Andrea spoke up after they set the last of the walkers for this load into the back.
"Look, I got no qualms about it. Walkers in my backyard?" T-Dog shook his head disagreeing.
"I'm not saying that we shouldn't have taken care of the problem, but creating a panic?" Dale spoke up.
"There's no point arguing about it. It's done. There's nothing we can do about it." Lori spoke up, having gone over to check on them, knowing Emily was watching the kids.
"Better get moving." T-Dog said, opening the truck door to drive off the walkers. Harley climbed into the passenger seat while Andrea sat on the back tailgate with the walkers.
"Hey! Hey!" Andrea called up once they drove a few meters.
"Stop" Harley told T-Dog, glancing back as he stopped and Andrea jumped off the back. She ran back a few feet and picked up a walker arm that had fallen off, taking it back to the truck.
"Gross" Harley winced, scrunching her face in clear disgust.
"All right!" Andrea called up once she got back and they drove off again to burn the final load of walkers.
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"Sweetie, can you hear me?" Maggie gently tapped her younger sisters face with concern. "What's wrong with her?" She glanced to Emily and Lori who appeared in the doorway after Glenn called them up to the house.
"She might be in shock." Lori said looking at Beth who laid on the bed, eyes open but unresponsive while Maggie sat with her.
"Where's Hershel?" Emily looked to Glenn with a deep frown.
"We can't find him anywhere." Glenn said and Emily nodded.
"Hey, kiddo." Maggie took her sisters hand gently.
