Dixon #3

Chapter Seven

I took a deep breath and braced myself as I walked through the door that lead to the kitchen.

He was awake. He had no hand....

"Hey Cher Bear."He said, his voice laced with pain.

I smiled and walked over to his side. I avoided my gaze from his use to be hand and tried my hardest not to scream.

"What the hell happened out there?" I asked, forcing a smile onto my face.

He chuckled and said in his gruff voice,"Some bastards tried shooting us up, then them dimwits attracted bunch of walker resulting in"He paused and cleared his throat,"Well I bet they're partners with that man you killed, bet they want revenge."

"Well that's nice to know. But it's not the first time someone's wanted to kill me, I'll handle it."

He made a twisted expression before curiously asking,"Whose wanted to kill you?"

I tensed up then responded with,"In this world I've made enemies, then me being a young girl at the time got hurt because of it. But I learned."

Memories of abuse and torture flooded my mind. Rick hadn't asked me the three questions yet but I knew them already.

How many walkers have I killed? I can't keep count.

How many people have you killed? Ten.

Why? Because they tried to kill me.

"Anyways, I need to change your bandage." I quickly said, changing the subject.

He nodded, I found it ironic that both Dixon brothers had lost their hands. I just hoped the chain didn't move onto me.

I fished out bandages from my pocket and took off the one on his wrist or more so of his nubbin.

The wound was still pretty fleshy and bloody, but I quickly moved past it, cleaned it, then covered it.

"where'd you learn that from?" my dad asked, yet another person referring to my medical skills.

"Well when your alone and young, you get hurt, so I learned how to take of myself when I got hurt." I felt like I was broken record, but I'd been gone for so long a little catching up wouldn't hurt anyone.

He looked at me and seemed to be thinking,'I've failed as a father.' My smile faltered as I walked out of the room.

"What's wrong?" Carl asked as I stormed through the living room.

I slowly turned around resting on y heal,"Well it's not everyday You meet your long lost father then only to have him get hurt and you have to deal with it."

He nods, he understands, I feel bad. Geez I'm selfish.

I never knew how Lori died but I sure as hell knew why. She died in childbirth, but That's  all I tried to and wanted to pry into.

"I'm going out." I stated, Rick pulled me by the arm and said,"You can't go out alone."

I smirked and said,"Try me."

I rip myself out of his grasp and walk out of the front door, the woods hit almost immediately

I climbed a fifty foot tree, sitting on top of the very tallest tree. I looked out into the forest, it was crawling with the undead. But it wasn't the average amount, the walker population in the area seemed to be quadrupled.

I hoped down form the tree and ran back into the house.

"There Hundreds of walker coming this way." I said after I had gathered everyone into the kitchen except Judith.

"How do you know?" Michone asked suspiciously.

"Well I climbed a tree and saw hundreds of them." I stated a matter of factly.

"Well what do we do?" Carol asked nobody in particular.

I smiled and said,"Do you know the wonders of wlaker guts?"

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