TWD- Through Her Eyes

6. Believing.

I didn't get very much sleep last night. Every time I'd close my eyes, I'd flinch and wake myself up again. You know those dreams you get sometimes? When you feel like you're fallin' but you wake up right when you hit the ground? That's what I felt like all night. It sucked.

The sun is up now, anyway, so I feel better now. I'm wearin' the pajamas I changed into last night. Except they ain't really pajamas. It's just one of dad's only shirts and a pair of my own blue sweatpants. Dad's shirt looks like a nightgown on me.

Luckily, I was eventually able to go to sleep, but not until super early in the morning when the sun was just coming up. So by the time I wake up, the camp is already up and movin' around, and my dad ain't in our tent.

I climb out of the tent, still wearin' my pajamas. Even though the camp is awake, it still feels...off. It feels off because so many off our people died last night because of those stupid walkers. If feels off because instead of people doing their normal jobs, like laundry, or collecting water, or finding firewood, most of the adults are only doin' one thing- makin' sure everyone that died is really dead.

My dad is one of the people with that job. I know that because one of the first things I see when I get out the tent is him drivin' an axe into a dead person's head. I don't think I was supposed to see that. I start walking over to him, but I think he sees me first because he puts his axe down and starts walkin' over to me. Now he's standin' right in front of me so I can't see past him.

"Thought you were still sleepin'," he says. His eyebrows are furrowed, like he's annoyed. I didn't think I was supposed to be sleeping in. I don't normally sleep in, anyway.

"I was lookin' for you," I say as I shrug my shoulders.

"Well, here I am," Dad says. I try to look over his shoulder, but he won't let me. "You don't needa see that shit," he grumbles. "Look, just go...find somethin' to do until I'm done dealin' with this shit. Okay?" He asks me, raising his eyebrows.

"There ain't nothin' to do," I furrow my eyebrows.

"Yeah. There is," dad says. He sounds irritated now. "Go wash up, or draw a picture. Read one a' those books dale gave you," he says. he glances back at all the dead bodies behind him before looking back at me. "This is adult shit. Just let us deal with it. I'll come find you in a second, take you down to the quarry and help you wash your hair. You got blood on it," he says, then he awkwardly moves a strand of my hair behind my ear.

I furrow my eyebrows. Not because dad told me to go away, but because I had no idea there was blood in my hair. Gross. "Okay," I say. I sigh as I turn around and walk away.

My dad knows I'm afraid of water, which is probably why he said he'd take me down to the quarry instead of just sending me down on my own. I mean, it ain't like I don't know how to wash my own hair, but a little bit of help can be good sometimes.

Anyway, when I make it back to me and dad's tent I grab my bag which is in the corner of the tent where dad's stuff is. From my bag, I grab some knee-length jean shorts a white shirt with a dog on it. After I change into that I grab my hair brush and climb back out of the tent.

Not too far away, I see my dad again. He's waitin' for me, pacing back and forth a bit. He can never stand still in one place. "Dad," I call out as I walk toward him. When he sees me, he gestures for me to follow him and we both start walkin' down to the quarry.

One thing you should know about my dad is that he ain't very talkative despite always havin' somethin' to say. A lot of the time he just stays to himself. I think he only get's irritated when someone says somethin' about his family- me or Merle. He's very protective, but I guess he's got every right to be.