𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 | d.dixon

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As Bentley sprinted to the RV Dale stood up quickly.

"Carl got shot." Bentley says running up to him. 

"Shot? What do you mean shot?" Dale asks. "A girl, she came out of nowhere riding a horse saying Rick sent her and that Carl was shot. So Lori went with her." Bentley replied.

"You let her?" Dale asks like she was crazy. "Dale, she knew Rick, Carl, and Lori's names." Bentley defends. Dale slightly nods more understanding. "Climbed down out of my asshole, man." Daryl finally catches up.

"I heard screams- Was that you?" Dale asks Andrea. She nods still shaken up.

"She got attacked by a walker. It was a close call." Glenn tells him. Dale walks over concerned. "Andrea, are you all right?"

Andrea just looks at Dale with a tired look and shakes her head no. She enters and slams the door. 

"We need to get to the farm." Dale says. Carol stands from where she was sitting on some railing. 

" I won't do it. We can't just leave." Carol says. Bentley nods her head. "What if Sophia comes back?" 

"The group is split. We're scattered and weak." Dale states. "We're not weak." Bentley replies. "When was the last time you've even eaten? Or even had water for that matter?" Dale asks Bentley. She swallows and looks away. 

He had a fair point.

Andrea exits the RV again. "If Sophia found her way back and we were gone, that would be awful." She says. 

"Okay. We gotta plan for this. I say tomorrow morning is soon enough to pull up stakes. Give us a chance to rig a big sign, leave her some supplies. I'll hold here tonight, stay with the RV." Daryl states. 

"If the RV is stayin', I am too." Dale agrees. "Thank you." Carol says gratefully. Bentley leans against the RV resting her head on it.

"I'm in." Andrea nods.

"Well, if you're all staying then I'm-" Glenn starts.

"Not you, Glenn- You're going. Take-take Carol's Cherokee." Dale says. Glenn groans. "Me? Why is it always me?" 

"You have to find this farm, reconnect with our people and see what's going on- But most important, you have to get t-dog there. This is not an option. That cut has gone from bad to worse. He has a very serious blood infection. Get him to that farm. See if they have any antibiotics. Because if not, T-dog will die, no joke." 

Bentley looks over at him. He had little to no color in his face. He threw a rag to Dale that was laid over his bike.

Daryl walks over to his bike. He opens the seat up and grabs a large ziplock bag of pill bottles.

"Keep your oily rags off my brother's motorcycle. Why'd you wait till now to say anything? Got my brother's stash. Crystal, x- Don't need that. Got some kick ass painkillers." Daryl pulls out a orange bottle and throws it to Glenn.."Doxycycline. Not the generic stuff neither. It's first class. Merle got the clap on occasion." Daryl throws the pills to Dale who read the bottle before walking over to T-dog.

Bentley walked into the RV and sat down in the drivers seat. Dale was taking watch, Andrea cleaned her knife. 

Daryl walked in holding a bottle of water and bar of some sort. "Here." He hands it to Bentley. She smiles gratefully. "Thank you." She opened the water taking a few sips. She was beyond thirsty after searching all day in the hot Atlanta sun.

Daryl walked back into the RV. He laid out a sleeping bag in the hall and laid down. Carol's cries could be heard as she laid in bed.