The Farmer's Daughter (The Walking Dead)

//Chapter Twenty-Nine\\

Third Person P.O.V

"How the hell did you not know she left your side?" Maggie asked Carl.

"I-I don't know! She's like a fucking cat!" Carl exclaimed pretty frustrated that Riza didn't warn him that she was leaving his side.

But he mostly blamed himself for not paying attention to the younger girl.   He said, promise, he would protect her.

"Well just have to look for her in morning." Rick decided.

Carl looked at him with the most distinguished face he could ever pull.

"Are you fucking crazy!? She's smart not strong!" Carl yelled getting really mad.

"What are going to do then smart ass?" Rick yelled back.

"We're going to look for her and-" "Don't!" Bob yelled weakly interrupting Carl.

"Why not?" Carl said sarcastically annoyed.

"They'll kill her or something like that, I-I can't remember. It was a bad thing." Bob groaned half awake and half asleep.

"What?" Carl asked.

"Garth... Eat... Kill... Girl..." Was all Bob manage to say before he passed out.

Elsewhere, Riza sat frighten in a corner of a cage while walkers tried to eat her.

"Why can't we eat her!" A girl complained.

"Because we need her." Garth said though his teeth.

"I want to be one of those walkers. At least they don't get hungry after a while." A guy budded into the conversation.

"Kill the dead and pull out the girl, I want to talk to her." Garth ordered as his remaining man.

They got Riza with a small struggle and plopped her down beside Garth.

"You're pretty, has anyone every told you that? I think it's your freckles or your eyes." He said.

"Well duh! I'm pretty sure your group has, your boyfriend, I bet a bunch of other guys have, and I just did now. Anyways I need some questions answered, they are simple, have no real meaning. I'm just bored and I'm asexual so yeah." Garth rambled on.

"How old are you." Garth asked.

Riza stayed silent.

"Awe come on, these are simple questions." Garth said.

Riza stayed silent.

"I'm not putting up with this shit, put her in the cage we'll get her in the morning." Garth ordered.

"Sixteen! I'm suppose to be seventeen by the end of this year!" She yelled.

"Stop, bring her back." Garth said as she was sat down beside Garth again.

"Wow, your a year older then what I expected." Garth said.

"How about Carlos-" "Carl." Riza corrected him.

"How old is he?" Garth asked.

"Eighteen, his birthday is earlier in the year." Riza answered.

"Your voice is soft, is Carlos-" "Carl." "Is Carl overprotective?" Garth asked as she nodded her head.

"Hm, so if tomorrow we whip out a gun and point it to your head he'll step up? And answer truthfully or I'll kill you and bring the living dead Riza to them." Garth warned.