I zipped down the highway, maneuvering through cars, looking for any sign people had been here recently. I was starting to give up hope when I saw the RV.
I pulled my bike up to the group.
By the looks of there faces it like they already new the boy was shot. A biker looking dude that was standing apart from the group was trying to look untouched by the situation, but really looked In pain. A blonde haired women who was trying to talk a older man into another search party. And a brown haired women trying to calm down a grey haired women, who was on the ground crying her poor heart out.
It was when I saw the women who was on the ground mumbling a name, that I knew these people could do no harm.
The crying women looked up in surprise. "Sophia?" she yelled in hope, but that hope was washed from her eyes when she saw me.
Immediately guns were pointed at my head, and who could blame them. A girl, covered in tattoos, from head to toe. Wearing biker boots, ripped high wasted shorts and jack Daniels tee that had been ripped in way to many places, not mention the axe that was strapped to my back. Yeah I guess looked pretty scary.
"You'd put down the bow if you knew what was good for ya," I said to the redneck who was now walking toward me with a bow and knife in hand.
"And why would I do that?"
" There's a boy," I said calmly, "goes by the name of Carl Grimes, he's been shot."
The women with dark hair that matched Carl's sucked in a breath, shock and fear filling her eyes. I knew the look she wore, my mother wore the same one when she found out I had no memory of who she was, it was a mothers look of worry. "H-how?" she stuttered.
"There was an accident,"
I turned to face her, the familiar feeling of pity hitting me.
"My family has a farm about five miles down the road, off the interstate. I'll take you there."
I turned to get onto my bike, but a callused hand on my wrist stopped me. "Why should we trust you?" the redneck asked.
"You don't have to, but when I boy and his father don't come back tonight, you will."
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Skeletons In the Closet
Fanfiction'They told me my name was Beth Greene They told me I was the daughter of a farmer and sister of a rebel-gone-good They told me I was quiet, respecting, and shy. They told me many things about myself but all I heard that I was weak.' Beth Greene wa...
