"If you think Rick is the problem, I guess you don't know what I'm fucking capable of you asshole." - Rhea Dixon
"I guess I do have more balls even than you Shane." - Rhea Dixon
"I'm a Dixon. And I've been through a lot more hell than any of you ev...
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Breathe... Just Breathe.
Those were the words, Xander had to say to himself, trying very hard not panic.
Carl and Rhea were both shot.
When she dive in front of Carl, the bullet went through her shoulder and, end up in Carl's stomach. The both of them were bleeding very much, and into Rick and Xander's clothes. They were running as fast as they could with Carl and Rhea in their hands, through a field.
"Hey, you move, shithead!"
Xander turned around with bleeding Rhea in his arms and glared at the man that shot at his little brother and his best friend.
"How far?! How fucking far?!" He roared at the man.
"Another half mile. That way. Hershel. Talk to Hershel. He'll help the boy and the girl!" Otis said catching his breath, but they were already running before he could finish his sentence.
Carl and Rhea's lives were on the line.
Rick slowed down to fix his hold on Carl, before starting to run again, beside his oldest son, who was holding Rhea. They finally reached the house and Xander saw a woman on the porch, looking at them, before she run back inside.
When they were finally in front of the house, a family came out, as Rick and Xander stopped in front of them breathing very heavily.
"Were they bit?" The old man asked.
Xander shook his head "Shot... by your man."
"Otis?!" A older woman asked racing down the porch steps, closer to them seeing how pale Carl and Rhea were.
The old man also came down seeing the same thing and how much blood was on both Grimes's men.
"He said find Hershel. Is that you? Help us. Help my boy and the girl." Rick begged him, while Hershel escorted them inside.
"Get them inside. Patricia, I need my full kit. Maggie, painkillers, coagulates, grab everything. Clean towels, sheets, alcohol. Beth I need you with me." Hershel ordered, as he led the Grimes's men with a blonde girl into a room with two beds. Hershel moved the sheets from one of the beds, before he looked at the blonde girl. "Beth moved the sheets from the other bed." Hershel looked towards Xander "Place the girl there, and with the pillowcase make a pad and place it on the wound."
Xander nodded and placed Rhea on the bed, he quickly grabbed a pillowcase and made a pad, placing it on her wound.
Hershel worked on Carl, since he was worsen than Rhea, while Xander was holding the pad against her wound, but it was turning red very quickly.
She was loosing blood. Xander noticed with his side eye his father walking out from the room, but he was too focused on Rhea to follow him.
"Hershel she's loosing blood!" Xander yelled at the old man.
