🍊tangerine oranges🍊|THE WALKING DEAD|

¤ [17] ¤ 《Cats Cradle》

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Carl no longer had Wren or Judith in his arms, both having surrendered to Sasha and Tara, respectively.

Who each took their child with gentle hands settling their weapons to rest on trees behind them while they held them tight.

The girls had no interest in playing now.

Carl felt strangely light as he took his turn standing guard, which was only allowed because Carol was with him, claiming she needed a smoke to hide her true purpose sitting next to him.

Carol finished the singler match that Daryl had found in the woods earlier and had left out to dry with her before departing into the bushes.

The day had gone by mostly uneventfully since half of the group's departure.

Needing to fill his hands with something Carl held up Patricks glasses to his eyes, not putting them on, the world filled with a haze, that boy had been blind as a bat.

All their stuff lay just off the road next to them.

Carl dreamed of the AC that just a few hours ago was blowing in his face, only to be hit with wind that burned with nicotine.

Carol attempted to blow away from Carl’s direction but gave up at the look of bemusement on Carl's face.

There was no need for words between them.

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A rustle sounded from what Carl first assumes to be the trees.

Gabriel let out a small yelp and Carl dismissed his worries on principle of looking more adapted than Gabriel before the noise continued, becoming louder.

Almost as if to insist upon itself.

Carl steps up quickly, his knife clutch in his hands, Carol's cigarette abandoned to flicker of red on the floor.

Tara and Sasha had stepped back and held both Wren and Judith held away from any potential line of fire.

No it wasn't a threat or Daryl creeping out the woods unannounced as he tended to do but the sound was coming from the car.

It's radio which Carol had been filling with earlier to be specific was sputtering.

Carol went to check it out.

Leaving the car door open behind her so that the rest could hear from their place at the tree line.

It took Carol a while to set the car's radio to a usable frequency. Her fingers toying with the volume knob.

The sound cut out for a moment and for a second Carl was thankful that it had.

Expecting people offering help.

To good to be true.

Extending a seemingly kind hand but to deny them sanctuary when the time came.

Well Carl wouldn't be looking at Wren if he hadn't offered help himself but things were different now aren't they.

People are untrustworthy.

Individuals out for their own gain.

Carl was startled out of his own thoughts when Carol managed to pick up a signal.

Shouting was coming from the other end of the line.

Screaming not of anger or terror but pain.

“-fire ready”