"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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"Open the door! It's Hershel! Carl, come on!" Rick called out, Carol, Beth and Emily rushing to the cell door with panic. Carl had been sitting up on the perch keeping watch from above while I paced in front of the cell door.
"Carl!" I called up to him, holding my hands out. His eyes widened as he scrambled to his feet, tossing the keys to me to open the door for them.
"Oh, my god!" Carol gasped at the sight.
"Daddy!" Beth cried out, rushing towards him. The girls followed as Rick, Glenn, Harley and Maggie wheeled him into a cell.
"Go, go, go, go! In there!" Rick called.
"Turn it, turn it, turn it!" Glenn instructed frantically. They brought the cart into a cell on the lower level, Lori who was already inside pulling everything off the bed in a hurry. Carl raced down the stairs to join us in the chaos, wondering what had gone wrong.
"Get him on the bed! He got bit." Rick said wheeling him right next to the bed.
"Oh, my god, he's gonna turn!" Beth panicked, Maggie and Harley both stepping back and allowing the others to step in. Carol jumped in, taking Hershel's leg to help move him onto the lower bunk. Emily quickly grabbed the blood soaked towel when she noticed Lori going for it, taking over in putting pressure on the wound.
"Did you cut it off?" Lori asked from the side, horrified by the sight before her.
"Yeah."
"Maybe you got it in time." Lori offered some hope that this wasn't all for nothing.
"Ready? Okay. One, two, three!" They pulled him over to the bed, Glenn pushing the cart out of the way.
"Oh, God!" Carol pulled off the towel to look at his leg. "Oh, I need bandages!" She started with orders.
"We used everything we had!" Glenn stressed pointing to the leg that would not stop bleeding. Harleys hands were bloodstained, dripping with red while she stood beside the Greene daughters with worry.
"Well, get more! Anything!" Carol stressed back.
"Carl, go get the towels from the back, right next to my bed!" Lori pointed him off, Carl and I both running out of the cell to help grab the towels.
"Is he gonna die?" Beth asked, looking to Lori with worry for the state of her father.
"No, no, no, he's gonna be okay." Lori pulled her in for a hug as she cried into the woman's shoulder, not ready to loose any more family.
"You think you can stabilize him?" Rick asked.
"I need to keep his leg elevated. Get some pillows!" Carol shouted out, Emily scrambling to her feet and rushing out to find pillows, nearly bumping into Carl and I on our way back.
