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Enola almost always lived with her parents, until the day she was taken from her parents by the social worker

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Enola almost always lived with her parents, until the day she was taken from her parents by the social worker.

Her parents beat her every day every time she did something "Bad"

She was then placed with the Greene at the age of 8, since then she feels good there even if she pulled herself with some scars on her body, today everything is fine finally..

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Enola was sitting in a suit in an armchair at the entrance with a comic book in her hand reading quietly.

She had seen on the window and sometimes she took small glances in case prowlers entered the farm.

She takes another look at the window when she sees a man running in the middle of the field with someone in his arms, then two people behind him running after him towards the house.

Enola gets up right away.

- Hershel, Hershel she screams while running in the kitchen.

Hershel looks at her immediately with urgency.

- There are people who run here Hershel immediately takes his gun in hand.

-Stay here and don't move he tells her while looking at her, she nods her head then she sees Maggie, Patricia, Jimmy and Beth go out quickly with him.

- Did he get bitten? She hears Hershel's voice.

- No shooting at it by your friend said an unknown voice.

- Otis? Ask Patricia.

Enola wanted to go out but listened to what she was told and stayed there.

- He told me to find Hershel, is that you? Help me sir she hears the voice.

- Go inside said Hershel.

Enola opened her eyes wide when she heard that and saw everyone pass by and everyone talking at the same time not having time to understand.

The only thing she sees is the boy and the gentleman with a hat and a sheriff's outfit filled with blood.

She goes into the door frame by putting a hand on it and observes the three people in the room.

- Is he alive? Asks the sheriff but Hershel does not answer and gives him orders.

Patricia takes the place of man.

- What is your name? Asks Hershel.

-Rick

- Rick?

- Yes my name is Rick answers the sheriff

- Rick we will do everything to save him but you have to give us a little space, immediately Hershel told him when he didn't move.

Rick came out of the room passing by me, making him take a look at me, he stays in front of the door and looks through the door when he hears two voices.

He moves forward and goes out, taking off his hat when Otis and a man stop in front.

- Is he alive? Did you arrive on time? Request Otis.

- Rick it's going to be fine, Wait, you have blood everywhere . said the man cleaning the blood from the man's face.

They enter the house and go to the room where Hershel asks for Rick's blood type, and asks Otis what happened.

- Was stalking a deer, the ball crossed it and it came out on the other side explains Otis.

- The ball was slowed down passing through, that's probably why he saved his life, but one impact of the bullet burst in small pieces I will have to remove the fragments, at first see I have six says Hershel.

While I hear Otis complaining to Patricia.

- Lori doesn't know? Rick asks the man next to him.

- No, the man answers him.

He ends up crying while mumbling on his wife is not aware.

- Do you need help Hershel? Enola asks, speaking for the first time from the door frame.

He was going to answer when Maggie answered.

- Saddle the horse please she asks and Enola nods her head.

When she came out the two men were talking.

- He'll get out of it, she said, looking at them.

- What? Asks the sheriff, looking up at her.

- I said he'll get out of it, Hershel will save him, I'm not sure, I know. She said, moving away to saddle the horse.

Leaving the older grimes watching her leave and then looking at her friend.

Leaving the older grimes watching her leave and then looking at her friend

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Sorry my English is not perfect

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