Dixon #3

Chapter Five

Everyone stopped looking at me and made expression kind of saying,"Try me."

"Tough crowd. Anyways let's have a little competition of try not to laug."

"What do you mean?" Carol asked as my dad looked at me and smiled his same goofy smile.

"Well basically people take turns trying to make a person laugh, whoever is successful gets to be the 'victim'"

"Ok."Glenn agreed, he smiled.

"Who's first?" Carl aksed.

"You. And Michone you get the pleasure of trying to make him laugh."

They both nodded as Michone got up form her chair and walked up to Carl.

"So Carl, have you ever heard of the ginger bread boy, cause he's pretend bread boy?"

Carl looked at her with a weird look then she took a gingerbread man out of her pocket and took a bite of it. She then yelled,"COOKIE MAN NEVER WAVED TO ME SO HE GOT KNOCKED OUT!"

Carl nearly fell over laughing as the others smiled, I pointed to Michone and then Glenn.

His attempt wa a horrible but she ended up laughing when he tripped on his way back to his seat.

I smiled and then Glenn waved me over, I shrugged and walked over to him.

"So Glenn, what's a polygon?"

"A shape?"

"No a dead parrot."

I turned around and then started to sqwak like a parrot, pretending my arms were wings, then I fell to the ground.

Everyone laughed so a victory for me.

I went back to my seat and Carl came to try and make me laugh.

He smiled and then,"BOOM!"
A gunshot came from the window behind him, the bullet landed in his shoulder.
He fell onto me.
"RICK!" I yelled trying to put him on the table so we could get the bullet out.

Rick rushed over as my dad as well as Michone jumped out of the window.

Rick came to my side and hoisted him onto the table. I ran to the living room and got my bag.

"Put this in his mouth." I said, handing a rag to Rick.

"Why is it wet?"

"Pain medicine."

He did as I told him as I got some gauze as well as special leaves that helped to cause small blood clots. I grabbed some tongs and said,"Its now or never."

Rick looked at me and said,"Do it."

I put the tongs into the open wound forcing Morelos out and grabbed the bullet.

"Shotgun."

I pressed onto the wound with the leaves and then wrapped it with gauze.

"Done."

I stepped away from the table as Rick said,"How do you know this stuff."

I looked at him and lifted my sleeve up revealing a 8 inch scar.

"Bad people in the world gave me a reminder of them."

The scar was red and was raised a 1/2 an inch. I had gotten hurt so many times I was basically a doctor in the apocalyptic world.

I pulled my sleeve down and got up, Maggie and Glenn had just left to look for my dad and Michone.

"Your not as bad as I thought." he said, taking the rag out of Carl's mouth.

"Yeah I don't know if I feel the same about you."

I still didn't feel safe around Rick, his beard was filled with blood and his eyes glinted with craziness.

I got up and went back to Carl's side, I put my thumb on his eye, lifting up his eyelid and looking at it.

"Still blue, dilated, and not awake." I mumbled checking for signs of major blood loss as well as death.

I left the room and headed upstairs.

My head was filled with Carl, I hated it. The apocalypse was not a time for crushes or romance. I shook it out of my head and looked at my locket.

My mother was beautiful, bright blue eyes, Carmel hair, a perfect pointed jawline. But beauty definitely wasn't skinners inside she was redneck just like my dad and I. She was truly wonderful in every way. But I wasn't like her although she was a redkne I she didn't care the least about hunting or even weapons for that matter. So in total I got my dad's spirit and my moms looks instead I had firey hazel eyes.

"Cheristy!" Rick yelled from downstairs.

I peeked up and practically flew downstairs.

"What's wro-" I started to say as I saw my dad walk in, his hand was bitten.

---------------------------------------------- Hello sorry for the short chapter but I plugged in a reference and would like y'all to comment if you found it!