𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫// 𝐓𝐖𝐃

S4: I Wanted Too

(Back to present)

(Naomie)

It was getting late, and I could feel my anxiety starting to spike. Daryl nor anyone else in his group was back. Even Rick, who went out hours ago to check snares, hadn't returned.

I was currently following Carl around to try and keep my mind off the worse possible scenario's. "They're fine, Omie. They've got some of our strongest people with them." He assures me, leading me down the hall where I know the library is.

"And Bob." I add.

Bob is a new guy Daryl and Glenn found a couple months ago on a run. He was stranded and alone, so they brought him back. Come to find out, he'd already been in two groups before that and outlived them both. Which to me, was odd and suspicious. I can't say much though because he hasn't done anything wrong to make me distrust him. As for him being strong, I'm starting to think that's just crappy luck.

"What are we doing?" I ask once we reach the library.

He holds a finger in front of his lips for me to quiet down as he crouches low and slowly tip toes into the room. From behind the bookshelves we're hiding behind, I can hear Carol reading to the younger kids.

I watch as Lizzie and Mika's dad leaves the room silently, allowing room for Carl and I to slip through to another set of bookshelves. "Why are we hiding from, Carol?" I whisper, my back to the shelf while Carl peaks over.

"I'm just bored." He shrugs.

"Are you bored... or do you secretly want to go to story time and not tell me because you don't want to look like a child." His eyes narrow and I know I've caught him. "I'd go with you if you just ask." He rolls his eyes.

Carol's voice stops suddenly mid story, and even from behind the shelf I hear her slam the book shut. Carl peaks down at me with raised brows.

"Ma'am should I take watch now?" A little boy named Luke asks.

"Yes, Luke you do that." Carol says.

"What is she doing?" I mouth to Carl, who doesn't look from view he has between two books.

Carl gasps suddenly covering his mouth with his hand. I sit up to finally see what he's seeing.

"Today," Carol begins pulling out a case of all kinds of knives of all sizes. "We're going to be talking about knives... and how to use them, how to be safe with them, and how they could save your life."

I see Bridget shudder slightly, but Lizzie only seems to be intrigued. Carl looks shocked. I'm not too shocked. Anyone that truly knows Carol knows her stance on the idea of letting kids be kids in this world. She's the one that tried to convince Daryl not to take away my bow like Rick did with Carl's gun. Carol also has a habit of pretending to be innocent, even when she's far from it.

Patrick suddenly speaks from his secluded spot on the chair. "Ma'am, may I be dismissed?"

"What is it?"

"I'm not feeling very well." He says, and I can tell even from here that his face is an odd shade of pale. I knew Patrick was queasy, but I didn't think he was queasy about some simple knives. They don't even have blood on them for crying out loud.

"Sometimes you're going to have to fight through it. What if you wind up out there, alone? You just give up because you're feeling bad?"

Sophia. She's worried about these other kids ending up in the same situation as Sophia.

"No, it's just... I don't want to yack on anybody." He breaths.

Bridget's nose crinkle, and her and Lizzie scoot away from him. "Yeah, leave than, please."