Blake Dixon was a silent but mighty 10-year-old girl living in the Atlanta camp with her dad, George Dixon, and her uncles, Merle and Daryl Dixon.
Growing up, Blake always noticed that her uncles had a hatred for her dad. They were always questionin...
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Rick, Carl, Michonne, and Blake left early in the morning for the run. Michonne drove while Rick sat in the passenger seat. Blake and Carl sat in the back, of course.
Though, Blake wasn't sure why Michonne was the one driving. Wasn't her leg injured?
The car ride was super silent. Blake liked quiet, but not this kind of quiet. It was awkward. Like if a teacher asked a question and no one knew the answer.
As they drove down the road, they noticed a figure in the distance. It appeared to be a walker, but as they got closer, they found that it was actually a man. A living man. he was waving them down, begging for them to stop and help him. It looked like he'd been on his own for a long time, given the large backpack he carried.
But they didn't stop. Michonne kept driving. The two kids looked back as they saw the man fall to his knees in defeat, still yelling "please" and "I'm begging you!". Blake wanted to feel bad, but she forced that feeling down. She let out a quiet sigh as she turned back around, facing forward in her seat. Though it was normal to feel a sense of empathy when she saw someone struggling, she'd grown accustomed to not trusting strangers, no matter how innocent they may have seemed. She didn't trust the prisoners at first, and the only reason she grew to trust Axel and Oscar was because they proved themselves to be trustworthy. The others didn't, which is why they ended up dying mostly at the hands of Rick.
Soon, after driving for a little while longer, they came upon a few cars blocking the road. It looked like a car wreck happened and no one survived. Blake sat up in her seat a bit, curiously peeking through the window, as did Carl.
Carefully, Michonne drove around the cars, intending to get back on the road to continue the drive.
Blake's expression was one of slight disgust as she looked at all the decomposing bodies that sat in the cars. There was even a walker with its legs stuck under a truck, and its upper body free and desperately trying to escape.
Suddenly, as Michonne drove through a large patch of mud, the tires became stuck, and a screeching sound could be heard as she pressed down on the gas.
That noise attracted walkers, and quick. Blake flinched as a walker suddenly appeared right next to the car, banging up against the back window. Then more and more came. Then, they were trapped.
"Cover your ears," Rick said calmly, having dealt with a situation like this before. Michonne and the kids all covered their ears as Rick brought up his gun. He rolled down the window a tad bit, just enough to fit the barrel of his revolver through it. Then, BANG.
Even though Blake covered her ears, they were still ringing for a moment after the initial shot.
After successfully killing the few walkers that surrounded them, Rick and Carl sat outside the car, trying to get the wheels unstuck. They were searching for stuff to put under the tires. Apparently, it was supposed to add traction and make it easier to get out of the mud, or something. Blake was still sitting in the car with Michonne, and Michonne was just waiting for Rick to give her the go-ahead to press down on the gas.
