TWD- Little Heart Of Iron

58. From A Friend.

From a friend.

That's all that was written on a note next to a few bottles and jugs of water. It was left on the middle of the road by...someone. The group had no clue who. But whoever it was must've been watching them. They knew to leave the water in a place where the group would find it.

That made Blake nervous. She didn't like being watched. No one did.

"What else are we gonna do?" Tara asked as Rick showed the note to Daryl. He'd left for the woods again, after bringing Blake back to the rest of the group, but now he was back.

"Not this," Rick replied. "We don't even know who left it."

"If that's a trap, we already happen to be in it," Eugene said, starring down at the water. "But I, for one, would like to think it is indeed from a friend."

"What if it isn't?" Carol questioned. "What if they put something in it?"

"I don't think we should take it," Blake spoke up. She was standing in between Carol and Michonne. The group was almost completely out of food and water, even considering they were standing in front of a few days worth of water. What if someone did put something in it? They'd all drink it, and then they'd all get sick or die. Blake didn't think it was worth it.

Suddenly, after a few beats of silence, Eugene quickly walked over to the pile of water, picking up one of the bottles and opening it. A few people quietly barked out, "what are you doing?".

"Quality insurance," Eugene explained briefly. He brought the bottle to his lips, only for Abraham to march over and slap the bottle out of his hand. The bottle fell to the ground, water spilling out onto the pavement.

Eugene stood their, glancing up at Abraham nervously. The silence was awkward and defeating. For someone so smart, he sure acted stupid a lot, Blake thought.

"We cant," Rick spoke up, a cold look in his eyes that'd been there since they left the church.

Blake sighed quietly, looking down at the ground. She moved a piece of hair behind her ear. Her hair was quite curly, hard to maintain especially since she had no brush. Beth wasn't there to braid it for her anymore, so she just kept it in a ponytail with a hair tie that was on the verge of breaking.

She was moving some loose pebbles around the ground with her foot, when she suddenly felt something wet fall on the back of her neck. She furrowed her eyebrows looking up. Just as she did so...thunder. Then rain.

Normally, she would complain about the cold, but she was grateful as the rain began pouring down. She looked up, letting the rain fall on her face, her hair. Almost everyone else seemed just as happy, with Tara and Rosita even sitting down, watching the rain as if it were a sunset. People like Carl and Eugene, letting the rain water fall into their mouths. Daryl, Sasha, Maggie...they were the only ones not wearing a smile.

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As the thunder grew louder and the sky grew darker, the group found themselves held up in a large barn that apparently Daryl had found while he was out on his own. The barn reminded her of Hershel's Barn, but not in a good way. This barn was smaller, but it still brought back bad memories for Blake. The last time Blake was this close to a barn was when she saw Sophia walking out of one. She didn't let it bother her too much. She couldn't. She didn't want people worrying about her.

Blake couldn't sleep, especially not after walkers threatened to infest the barn earlier that night. It was odd. Not but two years ago, they were the ones outside the barn, and the walkers were the ones stuck inside. Now, it was the other way around.

Everyone else was sleeping, or so she thought. She laid on the dirt floor, pretending to be sleep as she heard someone next to her stand up. A few seconds later, she heard Maggie's voice. "You should get some sleep," she said to someone.