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Val's outfit for reference!
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(Top is long sleeve because she has never worn short sleeve since the words were carved into her arms)
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Michonne ,Valerie, and Carl laid inside of the truck resting up for their long journey to terminus. Michonne sat in her own seat while Valarie was glued in carls arms like she was a few hours ago.
Michonne looked at the two and smiled at Carls tight embrace on the girl
"Will she be okay?" Carl mumbled looking up to Michonne
"Yea, she's a fighter" she sighed "what about you? Are you okay?" She questioned
"Oh yea, I'm all good nothing happened to me" he said quietly looking down at the fragile girl in his arms sit up frantically looking for her knife
"Woah woah it's okay! Your okay!" Carl said, gently grabbing her hand that was trying to find the knife
"Where's my gun?" She mumbled wiping her eyes as michonne held up her small handgun while she swiped it and out it in her holster. She rubbed her sore, broken arm before grabbing extra bandages from her bag and banding her arm back up
They sat in silence for a few minutes until Michonne got out if the truck to go sit with Daryl and Rick. They were planning what tracks to take to terminus
Valarie moved to the other seat to stretch out her legs trying to avoid talking about last night
She didn't know why, but a single tear slid down her face as Carl noticed after she quickly wiped, her body shaking with fury
"It's okay to be angry Val" Carl said in a soft voice
"I'm not angry, this world is just a fucked up place" She said
