TWD- Little Heart Of Iron

20. The New Guy.

Not proof-read

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"Blake!" Carl called for Blake through the screen door of the house. She was sitting on the porch steps. "You should come in and have dinner with us," he said.

"No, thanks," Blake mumbled as she fiddled with her shoe laces.

"Dale wants you to," Carl said. "He told me to come get you."

Blake sighed. She wasn't hungry, and she was still kinda sorta mad at Lori, so she was kinda sorta in a bad mood, but she stood up and walked inside, anyway, since Dale asked her to attend dinner.

She sat next to Carl, since that was the only other chair available. Dinner was still being served, so there wasn't anything on her plate yet.

"Carl," Shane spoke up, "I want you to keep your head up, okay? Your old man, he's the toughest son of a-"

"No cussing in the house," Patricia interrupted as she gave Shane an annoyed glare.

"Lori, dinner," Carol called out. She must've not known that Lori left. It made Blake wonder if she was the only one who saw her leave.

"She's not in there," Maggie said as she turned to look at Carol.

"Where is she?" Dale questioned immediately, making the whole room becoming quiet, and the environment uneasy. Blake sunk into her seat. Now she felt guilty, and she felt that she would be in trouble for not telling anyone, even though she didn't think she needed to.

Shane, almost immediately noticing the shift if Blake's demeanor, spoke up. "Blake? You know somethin'?" He asked in a serious tone.

Blake looked over at Shane with guilty eyes for a moment before quietly answering, "I saw her leave in the car. I didn't ask her where she was goin'. And, I thought you all knew, so I didn't say anything," she explained.

Shane sighed and stood up from his seat, "Okay. Nobody panic. She's gotta be around here somewhere," he said. Everyone else stood up after him.

Since it was getting late, and Daryl was probably gonna come to the house and get her at some point, anyway, she decided she would just go back to the tent on her own. She didn't see a point in looking for people, anymore. Lost hope, and all that. It was a stupid mindset, but she couldn't really help it.

When she got there, she saw Daryl knelt down next to a campfire, poking it with a stick.

"Hey," She said softly to announce her presence as she knelt down next to Daryl. "Did you know Lori was leavin'?" She asked.

"Nah," Daryl grumbled, still poking at the fire with his stick, "didn't care ta ask, either."

"Oh," Blake murmured, "I thought everyone knew she was leavin'," she shrugged her shoulders.

Suddenly, she hear fast footsteps approaching from behind them, she turned around. It was Carol. "We can't find Lori," She said in an urgent tone. "And the other aren't back yet, either,"

"Yeah. That dumb bitch must've gone off lookin' for 'em," Daryl said, his focus still on the fire.

"What?"

"Yeah, she asked me to go. I told her I was done bein' her errand boy," Daryl said.

Carol looked surprised, maybe because Daryl didn't seem to care about the situation, even a little. Blake just sat there and listened. Daryl had been angry, lately, maybe for the same reasons Blake was angry.

"And you didn't say anything?" Carol asked. Daryl just gave her a strange, unreadable look. Carol sighed, walking over to the tent and then walked back to Daryl. "Don't do this. Please. I've already lost my girl," she said. That must've ticked Daryl off, because he stood up quickly and stepped close to Carol.