"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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"Emily, I'm gonna go check in with Glenn" I told her as she sat with Beth, Hershel and the baby.
"Alright, don't wander off" she warned, knowing now more than ever that we needed to stick together. I gave her a nod to let her know that I heard her while I left the prison to find Glenn in the yard.
"Hey, Cas, everything alright?" Glenn looked up at me with concern when I approached him.
"Yeah" I nodded. "I'm here to help" I added, showing him the shovel I brought down.
"Oh you don't have to do that, Cassie" Glenn protested.
"And you shouldn't have to do it alone" I reminded him, earning a small smile in return. Glenn pointed to a spot next to the hole he was digging and I got to work.
"How's the perimeter look?" Glenn asked climbing out of the grave he was digging when the prisoners came over, Glenn making a point of standing between me and them. I paused my digging, looking up to watch what they were doing.
"We got the walkers spread out." Axel pointed along the fence. "Need help?" He looked down at the grave I was digging in and Glenn shifted. He turned around and ignored them, moving back to work.
"Your friends, they-- they were good folks." Axel commented hoping to make light of the situation.
"They were family." Glenn said his voice wavering while I hung my head low.
"I think I had one friend like that my whole life. You got a whole group. Sorry you lost 'em." Oscar spoke up with respect.
"I need two more." Glenn handed off the shovel to Axel. Glenn held out his hand to me, helping me out of the hole and handing my shovel over to Oscar. "Come on cas" he said pointing me up the hill where Hershel stood at the fence by the courtyard.
"Rick?" Glenn asked, checking in.
"Still inside." Hershel said.
"Okay, I'll get him." Glenn nodded with a sigh, taking on the responsibility. "A third of our group in one day."
"'Cause of one asshole." Hershel added on, shaking his head slightly.
"Part of me wishes that we killed all the prisoners on sight." Glenn gave his opinion, glancing back at the surviving prisoners who were digging graves. I looked back as well, a stern glance cast upon them, blaming them with Glenn.
"Axel and Oscar seem like good guys." Hershel nodded down towards them.
"When the evacuations started, T-Dog drove his church van to the home of every senior he knew just in case they needed a ride. He saved my ass a thousand times. He wasn't just a good guy. He was the best." Glenn thought, recalling the memory of T-Dog.
