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It honestly didn’t seem like there was any life in the quarry pond. Not that I was an expert in the matter but what were the chances of catching any fish let alone enough to feed everyone?

Carol was patching up Rick's shirt. What a day this woman had had, and yet she was here, helping a man she didn’t even know. Bless her heart.

Lo and behold I was proven completely wrong by the sisters who were returning from the quarry. There must’ve been two? Three dozen? Fish hooked on their lines. They must’ve caught a couple dozen fish. And why didn’t my father teach me to fish? Sure it could’ve been a bother but why didn’t he foresee that fishing was a useful skill to have, just in case the world ended.

“Oh baby, will you look at that?” Andrea handed over a chain of fish. “Hey, check it out. Ladies…” Morales takes the fish. “Because of you my children will eat tonight. Thank you.”    
Lori begins to clap as Carl onlooks at the pair in awe.
“Thank Dale. It's his canoe and gear.” Jacqui high fives the older sister. Amy does a little shimmy as she takes a sip from her water bottle.

“Mom, look. Look at all the fish.” Oh, he’s so precious.
Lori ducks to her left, avoiding being hit by the fish “Thank you.” She beamed.
“Whoa.” Carl comes closer, raising a finger to prod at the silvery fish.
“Yeah, whoa. Where did you two learn to do that?” Lori puzzles
Amy smiles proudly. “Our dad.”
“Can you teach me how to do that?”
“Sure. I'll teach you all about nail knots and stuff.” The sisters exchange a smile, “If that's okay.” She leaned in to ask Lori.
“You won't catch me arguing.”

“Hey, Dale. When's the last time you oiled those line reels? They are a disgrace.” I let myself laugh along even though I don’t really understand fishing.
He doesn’t get any happier even though we’ve all got dinner.
“I, uh, I don't want to alarm anyone,” Shane joins in to listen, “but we may have a bit of a problem.”
Jim’s still digging?

Dale pointed us to a silhouette on the top of the hill. Jim. The whole camp walked out to see him, there’s really not much to see though.
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All I could see were the backs of my camp as I neared the hilltop. I heard a man’s voice yelling “you got no right!”
I quickened my steps at the realisation that another fight could break out.

Only when I reached them did I see Jim pinned face down in the dirt. Shane managed to get a hold of the man as soon as he stopped struggling, giving in and letting the former sheriff cuff him.
“Jim. Jim, nobody's gonna hurt you. You hear me? Shh. Jim, nobody is gonna hurt you, okay?” Shane managed to get a hold of the man as soon as he stopped struggling. “That's a lie. That's the biggest lie there is. I told that to my wife and my two boys. I said it 100 times. It didn't matter. They came out of nowhere. There were dozens of 'em. Just pulled 'em right out of my hands.”

I could hear the anguish in his voice as I walked toward them. That was nothing however, when compared to the horrors his eyes held. “You know, the only reason I got away was 'cause the dead were too busy eating my family.”

We were all speechless. I myself was yet to encounter any more than 2 of those…walkers.

Jim must've felt unimaginable guilt, survivors, but he also beared the loss of his sons and his beloved.

The closest I'd experienced, (which was far from it) was that fateful drive back to my apartment. That night I could only wish on my lucky stars and pray I could get to C/n before the monsters did. 2 weeks ago on that night, I wasn't even ready to think about my family.

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Hi everyone, I know it's been way too long so I apologise for that.

Many things have happened in my personal life. It was mainly a relationship and I don't have the ability to write when I'm in relationships. I still love writing and will continue the series.

Hopefully I'll keep writing till school starts again in February:)

Happy reading to those who've returned or stuck around!!