Don't Dream It's Over // Glenn Rhee

Chapter 35

"She's either somewhere else or she's dead."

Glenn

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Daryl and I walk across the grass of the house. We walk up the stairs, open up the for and step inside. Everyone turns to us, holding hopeful eyes with us. Daryl and I look around, but there wasn't any sign of Kira, Shane or Rick back.

"Where's Rick?" Daryl asks.

"He's still out there. They haven't came back." Lori frowns. Daryl and I lock eyes.

"We heard shots. Was that you?" Hershel asks.

"Maybe they found Randall." Carol suggests.

"We found Randall." Daryl shakes his head. 

"Is he back in the shed?" T asks.

"He was a walker." I say.

"Did you find the walker that bit him?" Hershel asks. 

"Thing is, he wasn't bit." I shake my head.

"Maybe he was scratched." Andrea suggests. Daryl and I lock eyes.

"His neck was broke." Daryl explains. "Thing is, Shane said Randall got him from behind. But their tracks were right on top of each other." 

"Could you two please get back out there, find Rick and figure out what on earth is going on?" Lori begs.

"You got it." Daryl nods. He taps my arm and we walk for the door. As soon as we step outside onto the porch, the field is covered with walkers. Others step outside and froze at the sight.

"Patricia, kill the lights." Hershel whispers. She disappears back inside and begins shutting off all the lights in the house. I frantically search around for any sign of Kira. We haven't been on good terms lately, and that's my own fault. But that doesn't mean that I don't care about her. If anything, I'm more scared for Kira than of the walkers.

Kira

Rick, Carl and I make it back onto the farm. We duck down behind some trees, keeping ourselves hidden and quiet.

"We-We gotta get back to the house. Tell the others." Carl says.

"We won't make it." Rick whispers. "Can't go around. Carl, stay close." He looks around before pushing Carl ahead. Rick and I remained side by side, running across the grass and straight into the barn. Rick and I grab onto the doors and slam them shut just as a few walkers came reaching for us. I grab a pip and slide it through the handles. The force of the walkers push against the doors, causing it to push open. Rick and I press our backs against the doors, trying our hardest to keep them shut.

"We gotta find something to distract them." I tell Rick. Rick frantically looks around before nodding his head.

"Carl, get up that ladder." He orders.

"What about you?" He questions.

"I'll be right behind you." He nods. He digs in his pocket and tosses Carl the lighter. "Don't light it til I tell you to." He says. 

"Dad-"

"Carl, go. We're right behind you." I nod at him. He finally turns away and climbs up the ladder. Rick and I lock eyes.

"Ready for this?" He asks.

"Ready as I'll ever be." I shrug at him. He nods. He pulls off the door, removes the pipe and opens up the doors. We make noise, shouting at the walkers, egging them on to enter into the barn. Rick pulls me back and pushes me towards the ladder. I climb up first before he does. He pauses halfway and turns to Carl.