•Sheriff's Son•

S3:When the Dead Come Knocking

Rick sees me and Michonne. I don't think he recognizes me and Toby since I completely covered us in guts. The biters I mean walkers start trying to attack me and Michonne. I see Carl all out. The walkers try to get Toby too. Michonne passes out. Toby runs and I shoot the walkers.

Soon enough Rick and Carl run out and help us. Carl grabs the basket of supplies. I think I accidentally got shot. Everything goes black

Soon enough I wake up. I'm on a bed in a cell. I see Michonne on the ground on top of Michonne. "Leave her alone!" I yell. He ignores me. Daryl walks in.

I see they have my duffel bag of stuff. Toby is next to me on the bed. He's not hurt though.

"Hey!give me back my stuff!" I yell. They ignore me and walk out of the cell block.

I get out of the bed and limp over to Michonne. I see that they took the crutches and gave them to Herschel.

They come back and Rick starts questioning Michonne. Somehow the idiots still don't recognize me or Toby.

I bet if Andrea were here they would recognize her immediately.

I'm back in the bed. Daryl is pointing a gun at my head. "The hell?" I say. He recognizes me immediately.

"Where were ya?" he asks. "With Michonne and Andrea" I say. "Y'all kinda left me and Andrea for dead if ya didn't notice" I say sarcastically. "The hell did you guys shoot me for?" I ask.

"We didn't recognize you" he says. "How?" I ask. "The guts" he says. He walks off and goes outside the prison.

Toby carries me on his back outside. A couple people are leaving for Glenn and Maggie.

I wave bye to them. Only Daryl waves back. The other idiots don't recognize me at all.

Rick talks to Carl. Daryl quickly introduces me to the baby. He calls her Little Ass Kicker.

Toby runs over to Carl. "Woah! Slow down boy!" I say. Toby slows down.

We go inside. I get off Toby and on the bed. I sit down criss cross.

I pat the spot next to me. Toby jumps onto the bed. He lays down. His head is on my lap.

I grab my duffel bag. I open it and grab the brush I have that's for dogs. I start brushing Toby's fur.

When I'm done I put the brush back in my duffel bag. I grab my electric guitar.

I start playing it. I only play. I don't sing this time because I could risk getting heard by everyone here.

When I'm done I just lay down. I fall asleep.
Everything is just black. I'm glad. No nightmare.

(Time skip)

I wake up. What's happening? Where am I? Oh. Right. I'm with the group and I'm at a prison.