Chapter 3: Mid-Chapter Finale

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TIME JUMP

We will never go back to "present" time.

Glenn POV

The thirst was almost unbearable. When I swallowed my own spit, I coughed from the dryness of my throat. Just as I was strongly feeling thirst, I saw a water bottle that had one sip left. I ran to it. I drank the rest of it, leaving me unsatisfied.

I then saw a full water bottle fall down from the "sky."
I looked up to the roof of the building that I had been next to for these three days of torture. Lying under a garbage can, surrounded by the filthy stench of rotting walkers. As I looked up, I saw Enid. But not just Enid, another girl, about the same age as Carl.
"Enid?" I asked. Enid went running, leaving the girl on the roof. I grabbed the water bottle and ran for the entrance of the building. As I ran, I heard fast footsteps. But many, many foot steps. Both of the girls were now running inside the building. I reached the entrance of the building and opened the door the sneaked as I moved it.
"Enid?!" I yelled.
"Leave us alone!" Enid screamed.
"You shouldn't be alone out here!" I yelled again.
"Why do you care?!" She asked.
"Because your part of the community! And if your part of the community, then your part of my family that I don't want to lose."
As soon as I ended my sentence, Enid and the girl came out of their hiding place.
Enid gave me the evilest glare.
"I lost my family a long time ago." She said rudely.
"Follow me." I said as I walked out the the darkened building.
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As soon as the sun started to set, we took shelter in a restaurant. It seemed like a restaurant that was family owned.
All three of us sat down at a table and started a conversation.
"So... Who's this?" I asked remarking the extra girl Enid was sat with.
"I'm Simone." She informed.
Enid just stared out into space as I asked Simone a bunch of questions.
"How old are you, Simone?"
"I'm 15, going on 16 in probably two months. I didn't keep track of time."
"Oh. Well... I guess we'd better off get rest. I'll keep first watch."
"No. Let me." Enid demanded.
"You need way more than I do." I argued.
"I'm not tired." She stated rudely.
"Fine. I'm not going to take this argument any further."
Simone and I walked to two separate booths and laid down on the bench. We took our coats, and used them for pillows. For blankets, we used the table cloths, which felt like cotton T-shirts.
Within five minutes, Simone was fast asleep.
It took me longer, with Maggie and the baby on my mind. I was so worried about them.

~A day later~

I woke up to someone crying. I opened my eyes very slowly, as I was still exhausted. I glanced over to the corner of the restaurant. I saw Simone balling her eyes out.

"Simone?" I called.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I'm just cleaning out my brain." She sniffled.

"Simone. It's okay." I paused to sit up. "Tell me whats going on."

"I can't." She whimpered.

"Why not?" I asked.

"I just.... Need some sleep." She laid down, and closed her eyes.

I looked outside to see that it was bright as day.

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Carl POV
My life flashed before my eyes. First thing I knew, the watch tower came crashing down. Next thing, I was almost swallowing a mouth full of grass. I started to see a ton of people walk my way. But then, as my eyes adjusted, I realized that they were no people. It was a herd. The huge herd from the ditch.
In my mind I knew that this was it. This was my time. The time I die. And become one of them too. But in my gut, I felt confidence. Confidence in which I would make it through this. I was more worried about my sister, my dad, and Enid.
I boosted off of the ground, grabbing my gun. I pulled the trigger, and started to shoot. I glanced to the right to see Ron, in shock unable to move. I ran over to him as fast as possible. I took his wrist, and we both started running into Jessie's house.
As Ron followed Jessie into the kitchen, I went with my dad upstairs.
"Dad? What's going on?" I asked after I saw him carry Deanna to the white bed.
"I don't really know!" He screamed as he lifted Deanna's shirt a little bit to see where the blood was coming from.
"Rick?" Deanna weakly called. My dad started to tear up as he realized what happened. "I'm already weakening. You should go take care of the rest of Alexandria." She advised.
"Deanna, stay here. I'll go get Jessie." My dad informed. "Carl. Go with Ron. He's going into the garage to get more bullets." I stood there. I felt like I was going to collapse. "CARL! GO! NOW!" My dad screamed at me. He was very intense about it though. My dad and I ran down the stairs.
"JESSIE! I NEED YOU UP HERE NOW!" Jessie ran up the stairs and grabbed onto my dad. They ran into the room with Deanna, and sit the door a little bit.
I went downstairs to locate Ron. He was in the kitchen gathering food and water.
"What do you want?" He asked rudely.
"Look, I know you don't like me, but I need you to cooperate right now. We're in crisis. My dad told me to go with you to get more bullets for our guns." I calmly explained.
"Listen to me, smart a**. I don't care if your stupid dad told you to "help" me. I don't need your help. If anything, you need my help." He told me.
"How do I need your help?" I asked.
"Believe me. You do." He rudely added.
"I don't think so. Oh and if you don't want to get the bullets with me, I'll get them myself." I walked away.
I opened the garage door quietly so I wouldn't attract walkers. I walked over to the shelf and saw the bullets at first glance. But then I looked down. I saw a picture of Ron's family. Jessie, Pete, Sam, and Ron. But there was someone else in the picture too. Enid. I stared at the picture. I realized that Ron was probably as worried about Enid as I was. I began to feel bad for thinking of Ron as a mean bully that doesn't like me. We're in the same situation.
These thoughts turned into feelings soon. I started to feel a tear come on. Not only was I thinking about me and Ron's situation, but I was thinking about the past. My mom, Shane, Judith's birth. Just everything. I broke out in tears. Not sobs, but tears. I cried for a while it seemed like. I finally heard the door open. I rubbed my eyes quickly and turned around. I looked at Ron. There was a gun in my face.
"Ron!! Stop!" I grabbed my gun, pulled the trigger, and aimed at Ron's forehead.
"You think your so tough. Don't you?" He paused and looked at my gun, disgusted. "Well your not! Your a puny little boy who fears everything and hides it."
I wanted to deny it, but it was true. I fear everything.
"I may fear everything, but I least I face my fears. Your a coward. You couldn't save anyone! You'd run and hide!" I yelled.
"You don't face your fears! Your scared of your dad! If he tells you to do something, you do it because your scared of him. He's a killer!" Ron insulted.
"You're dad was a killer too." I rebounded.
Ron stared at me. He was in shock by my statement.
"That's it!" Ron threw his gun, and swung with his fist at me. I dodged it, and punched back. He didn't help me miss in time, so he collapsed to the ground. I was so angry, I didn't pay attention to how much noise we were making. Ron jumped up and pushed me against the peg board that had wrenches, screw drivers, and many more tools. Everything on it fell on the ground, causing an explosion of noises. Metal hitting cement does not make a good combination.
Ron threw me against the tools that were on the ground. All of the sudden, I felt an excruciating pain in my stomach. I looked down and saw an instant bruise. I ignored it and got off the ground. To avoid a punch, Ron ducked while grabbing his gun. He ran over to the glass door.
"RON, NO!!" I screamed. Ron started smacking the door. Finally the glass broke. What seemed like millions of snarls went off outside. I ran toward the door to block Ron from breaking more glass. Unexpectedly, Ron grabbed my neck as tight as he could and pushed me against the door. As I was trying to avoid the walkers from scratching me, Ron was slightly choking me. I then heard my dad and Jessie running down the stairs. Ron pulled me away from the door and put the gun in my hands. The door knob twisted.
"Carl!" My dad yelled, scolding me.
"Coward." I whispered under my breath, directing it toward Ron.
Jessie grabbed Ron and I at the same time, just as the walkers managed to break the door. Jessie nearly screamed, but she stopped herself. We ran to the door as walkers flooded the garage. We all took the living room couch and placed it in front of the door. My dad yelled at me.
"Why would you do that!?" My dad sounded disappointed.
"Open your eyes! Does it look like I'm the sh**face that would do this!?" My dad looked at me, still disappointed.
"Just admit it Carl! You are the dumbsh** who did this!" Ron yelled.
"Ron!! How do we know you didn't do this!?" Jessie asked. The couch started to scoot forward.
"Oh no! I'll be right back!" My dad ran up the stairs.

Rick POV
I had totally forgotten about Deanna and the baby. I had to keep an eye on her because she could die and turn any minute. I slowly walked at the edge of the stairs, being quiet just in case. I turned my head I tiny bit, figuring out if Deanna was still alive. But the problem was that Deanna wasn't in the bed any more. Judith then started crying.
"Oh sh**!" I grabbed my machete and ran into the baby's room. I saw the back of Deannas head. She was digging into the crib. I slowly aimed the tip of my machete at her head. However. I didn't hear her snarling. Right as I was about to swing, she turned around.
"Rick!?! What are you doing?!" She weakly yelled.
"I-" I stuttered.
"It's okay. I get it." She tried to boost off the crib, but she collapsed. I quickly caught her, and carried her to the bed.
"I just wanted to see her one more time." She informed.
"I understand. But I don't really want you around her." I told her.
"Okay." She agreed.
"We have a plan on how to get out of here. Me and Jessie talked about it until we heard those noises down stairs." I stated.
"Leave me here. I'll help!" She offered.
"How?" I asked.
"I'll think of something." She told me.
"RICK!!!!" I ran downstairs to see a fallen couch and a walker inside. I ran over to it and killed it.
"Carl and Michonne, grab that walker and bring it up. Ron, go get the food front the kitchen! Jessie follow me." I directed.
"Ron, be safe. And hurry." Jessie sternly added.
I ran up the stairs into the room with Deanna.
"Hold on Deanna." I told her.
"So how are we going to do this?" Jessie asked me as she seemed as if she were about to cry.
"I've done it before in Atlanta. We cut the walker open and spread the guts on-" I paused realizing the most important thing in this plan. "We need white bed sheets!"
Jessie ran to the closet down the hall. She grabbed about ten bed sheets.
"You came on the perfect day." She said. "Here Deanna!" She threw a bed sheet on Deanna's waist.
"Jess... I'm not leaving." Deanna revealed.
"But you'll die." Jessie realized.
"I'm dying anyway. I'll help by being bait." She planned.
"No!" I yelled.
"We don't have a choice, Rick." I can barely stand. It's for the best." Deanna grabbed my hand, comforting me.
"Dad! We have to hurry they're getting into the house!" Carl yelled.
Carl threw the walker onto the ground and started to cut it open. He picked up the baby and wrapped her into a white sheet. I started digging into the walkers gut, and grabbing insides. I spread it onto the baby. Then I put a sheet on Carl. He spread the guts on his own.
"Sam. You need to calm down. Everything will be fine if you stay calm." Jessie talked to Sam. I put a sheet over Sam, and Jessie shockingly grabbed guts by herself. Michonne was next. Then me, then Ron. Ron tried to refuse, but he realized it was the only way of living.

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