When they closed their eyes and prayed you would change"
- The Front Bottoms
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I was on gate duty with Rick and Carl. It had only gotten hotter since last week. Hershel said he could "sense an oncoming heat wave.". He was a funny old man, one of the only adults here I trust. I had my hair into a loose braid, it was frizzy and stayed in the middle of my back. I wiped my forehead that had pebbles of sweat forming, I could see a horse making its way fastly down the street.
"Alright, open the gate." Rick said, me and Carl ushered over to the gates and pulled it open. Michonne and her horse went through the gate. She slowed the horse, me and Carl ran over to her. She jumped off her horse and rummaged through her bag.
"For you." She handed Carl a stack of comics, he gave her a lopsided smiled. Michonne turned back to her bag and pulled out a gold pendant with a compass on it. I gave her a smile as she placed it in my hands.
Michonne gave me a pat on the head and squashed Carl's hat into his head. She dragged the horse along while me and Carl went back to watch duty.
We climbed up into the guard tower, you never realise how tall it is until your climbing up. I perched up on the outer side with my rifle clutched while I examined the bundles of walkers trying to break through the fence. I rubbed the bridge of my nose. I've had a pounding headaches the past days that would turn into cold sweats. Telling Sasha or Tyreese about this sickness would mean they would hold me back from helping, which I would refuse.
I turned my head to face Carl who was nuzzled into a corner and reading the back of each comic, the usual lopsided smile. I loudly cleared my throat, causing him to look up with a concerned look that was obviously sarcastic.
"Are you gonna help out with watching or....?" I asked barely loud enough for him to hear, he rolled his eyes and put his comics down.
"Why do I gotta help if you're already watching?" He said slowly getting up from the floor and lazily walking over. He rolled up his sleeves and took the rifle out of my hand. I crossed my arms. It was only eight in the morning, and not super hot, but enough for a small sweat. Though I was sweating profusely, but I felt cold. I felt like I had double vision, my head now throbbing.
"I gotta sit down." I said in an aggravated tone. The tone more being in a way I was mad at myself rather than him. I stumbled over to a shaded cover and plopped down. I brought my knees to my chest and rested my head on them. Carl watched with a raised eyebrow.
"What's wrong with you? You constipated or something?" He asked in a teasing tone. I barely looked up and shot him a weary glance, his sarcastic concerned face turning into a real expression of worry. He walked over and stood about 3 feet away from me.
