The Walking Dead (Season 1)

Wildfire

It was the next day. After the walker attack last night nobody slept, I mean, who would after all that. The kids stayed inside the RV while everyone else walked around cleaning up the place up. Daryl, T-Dog, Glenn, Morales, Jacquie and Jim all worked together to gather all the walker bodies and threw them in a fire, burning them.

I would've helped but I've been told by literally everyone to rest because I had blacked out after the attack as some point last night. I woke up not long after to literally everyone standing over me with worry on their faces. I guess my head wound was worse then we thought. Rick and Glenn explained everything that happened in Atlanta with my old Vato friends and with Merle.

The sun was now up, signaling a new day, everyone continued to work. I'm currently sitting on a red crate at the main firepit, Lori and Carol not far from me. Shane sits to my right on another crate while Dale stands a bit behind me, acting as a bodyguard incase I try to get up. To be perfectly honest, I don't even want to try. My head is pounding like bongo drums and the slightest movement makes me feel dizzy. And all that running last night didn't help it one bit so I'm completely fine with being benched right now.

Rick rejoins the group after trying to get a hold of the man he talked about, Morgan. "She still won't move?" He asks, looking to Andrea, who had been sitting next to Amy's dead body all night.

"She won't even talk to us." Lori tells him from her seat. "She's been there all night. What do we do?"

"Can't just leave Amy like that." Shane says from next to me. "We need to deal with it same as the others."

"I'll tell her how it is." Rick tells us before walking over to Andrea.

From here we couldn't hear what he was saying to her but before he got any closer Andrea pulls out the gun her dad gave her and points it at Rick. Everyone, including me, stands up as Rick backs away from her slowly. He then comes back over to us as a few others join us as well.

"Y'all can't be serious." Daryl says. "Let that girl hamstring us? The dead girl's a time bomb."

"What do you suggest?" Rick asks him.

Daryl takes a step closer to him. "Take the shot. Clean, in the brain from here." Daryl suggests looking between us. "Hell, I can hit a turkey between the eyes from this distance."

"No." Lori quickly cuts in. "For God's sake, let her bet." She says, sitting back down.

Daryl looks to Rick, scoffing before walking away.

I watch Daryl catch Jim's attention, who was staring off into the distance before helping Morales move another dead camp member. Dale steps next to me, putting on hand on my shoulder, guiding me back down on the crate, forcing me to rest. I look up at him with a small weak smile.

"Y'all left my brother for dead!" Daryl yells after throwing another body in a pile. "You had this coming."

"How you feeling?" Shane asks from next to me, breaking my stare from Daryl.

I look to him with heavy eyes, gesturing to my eyes, blinking rapidly.

"You're vision blurry?" He asks.

I nod. He sighs looking to me with worry. Before he can say anything Jacqui yells out to us. "A walker got him! A walker bit Jim!" She yells.

Jacqui comes over to us as we all stand once again. We all stare at Jim, who looks like a frighten wild animal being cornered as everyone begins to surround him. "I'm okay. I'm okay." Jim says over and over again.

"Show it to us." Daryl demands. "Show it to us."

Jim picks up a shovel and wields it as a weapon.  "Easy, Jim." Shane tries to calm him.