A Broken World

Thirty-Eight

Glenn, Daryl and I went back to the house and were immediately greeted by Lori. “Where's Rick and Shane? Did you find anything?” She asked, looking behind us. “They're not back yet?” Glenn asked. Lori was pacing back and forth when Andrea told us they heard gunshots. “Do you think they found Randall?” Lori asked. I have never wanted to smack this bitch so hard. She knows damn well neither Rick or Shane would risk a gunshot to take down one human or walker.

“We found Randall. He was a walker,” I said. Hershel looked at us then, “Did you find the one that bit him?” He asked. Daryl shook his head, “That's the thing, he didn't have any bites or scratches on him,” he said. The group looked at us with a confused expression on their faces. “His neck was broken. Someone came up behind hiprand purposely broke his neck,” I said. There was tall about there being someone else out there but Daryl, Glenn, and I knew who it really was. That's when Lori asked if Daryl would go look for the two men.

We all walked out onto the porch when Daryl agreed. I had an argument on my tongue but never got to express it when looking up and out at the farm. “Oh my god,” I mumbled, stopping in my tracks. We all did; We all stopped and looked on in horror. A very large herd of walkers were walking and stumbling towards the house. “What're we going to do?” Andrea asked.

“This is my farm and I'm not leaving it,” Hershel said, cocking his gun. We made a plan to get in the cars and try to kill as many walkers as we could and hopefully lead the rest away from the farm. I went with Glenn and Maggie, getting in the car Shane had fixed up and going towards the fence. Maggie was driving while Glenn and I leaned out the windows and took the walkers out. “There's too many of them! You need to get out of here,” I told them, opening the back door. “Wait, where are you going?” Maggie asked.

“Just get out of here before it gets too overwhelming!” I shut the car door and ran off towards the house. “We need to get out of here! There are too many!” I yelled over the gun fire. Lori rushed over to the railing and yelled out Carl's name. Of course she's lost him, she can never keep an eye on her own damn kid. “Get stuff to the cars and get out of here! I'll go find him and Rick!” She hesitated, looking from me to the herd of walkers slowly getting closer and closer. “What're you doing?! Go! Now!” I brought my gun up and shot a walker that was too close for comfort before running off.

Running across the farm towards the barn that was now on fire was becoming impossible. I was being cut off by walkers, having to change direction. When I saw the RV barreling towards the barn I knew Rick, Shane and Carl were in there. Or at least I hoped they were. Whoever was driving the RV pulled right up to the side and I changed directions again in order to get away from the group of walkers trying to close in around me. I had to trust they would get out.

I needed to get out of here while I still could. I didn't see anyone else around. I ran back towards the house, going around back to get inside. I needed to get my bag. I refused to leave here without it. Luckily, I had it sitting by the front door. When I made my way inside I ducked down and quietly made my way to the front, grabbing my bag, and sitting on the floor with my back to the wall. I changed out the magazine in my gun, throwing the empty one in my bag before zipping it back up. “Hershel! Come on, we have to go now!”

I quickly turned around to peek over the window seal to see Rick rushing Hershel and Carl to the truck. I needed to get out there but I would need to run around the house again. I knew I would be able to make it to them. I would have to get out of here on my own. I stood up, put my arms through the straps of my backpack and ran towards the back door.

Daryl

Daryl sat in the driveway watching the barn burn as walkers over took the farm. He hadn't seen anyone leave but knew they had to have gotten out since he didn't see any of the cars. He took one last look around the walker infested farm getting himself ready to head to the highway. If everyone got out then that's where they would all head. He sat down on the seat of his bike about to pull away when he heard someone screaming for help. He kicked himself into gear and rushed towards the screams where he found Carol. “Get on! Let's go!” He yelled. He only stopped long enough for her to get on the bike before taking off, leaving a cloud of dust behind them.

His mind was reeling when they finally got to the highway. They were all there except a few. Jimmy and Patricia were killed by walkers, Carol said she saw Andrea go down when she tried saving her. He didn't give a shit about Shane. But there was one person he didn't see and it made instant panic settle into his bones. “Where is she?” He asked in a gruff voice. “Where's yn?” He looked around and saw Lori avoiding eye contact while she held onto Carl. “Where is she!” He yelled. Rick walked forward, holding his hand up. “We need to keep quiet.”

“Fuck that! Where the hell is she?!”

Rick looked back at Lori who had guilt in her eyes. “She said she was going to go find you and Carl and ran off towards the barn. She told us to get stuff in the car and go,” she finally said. Rage boiled in Daryl's veins. He turned and got back on his bike. “You can't go back there, Daryl, it's too dangerous!” Rick told him. Ignoring him, Daryl started his bike and turned it around, before speeding back down the highway toward the farm. A thousand things were going on inside his head right now. The main one was the question that screamed the loudest. What if he was too late?