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Chapter Thirty // {jordan's pov}

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I was quietly singing to Judith who was in a crate next to me. I was trying to help her fall to sleep while eavesdropping on Abraham and Rick's conversation. Most of our group were standing around them while Carl, Maggie and few others were checking the place out. Ever since I had sat down, I hadn't been feeling that good. It's like just before you get sick, you start to feel like shit.

"We found a short bus out back. It don't run, but I bet we could fix that in less than a day or two. Father here says he doesn't want it. Looks like we found ourselves some transport. You understand what's at stake here, right?" Abraham said in a rather 'leader-like' way to Rick. I scoffed, making him glance at me with a raised eyebrow before looking back to Rick.

"Yes, I do," Rick replied shortly, obviously thinking over what he was saying.

"We can take a breath here," Michonne added, clearly being against the idea of leaving right away. I could feel a headache forming from all the thinking and lack of sleep.

"We take a breath, we slow down, shit inevitably goes down," Abraham argued back. He did have a point but I needed a break otherwise I'd just burn out. Especially knowing that I'm not feeling all that great right now.

"We need supplies no matter what we do next," Glenn spoke up, backing Michonne up.

"That's right, we need food, water, ammunition..." Rick said, agreeing with what they were saying. Speaking of food, my stomach grumbled loudly for like the 1,000th time today. I was literally starving. Daryl hasn't been able to find many animals to hunt for food, causing us to have to scavenge for nuts and berries. There was never enough to actually fill me up though. I felt like I was hungrier more than usual. Could be due to not being used to that feeling of starvation.

"One way or another, we're doing what Rick does, we can't split up again. We'll just become weaker in smaller groups," Glenn said, basically finalising his decision on the matter. I was for sure doing that.

"What he said," Tara said, nodding in agreement. 

"We want to roll with you, but what she said," Bob put in. I stood up from my seat, instantly feeling slightly dizzy. I stumbled forward.

"Shit, Jords," Rick said while pushing past Abraham and Glenn to get over to me. He put his hands on my shoulders, trying to steady me. While helping me sit back down, he called Gabriel over.

"How'd you survive here for so long? Where did your supplies come from?" Rick questioned Gabriel, still holding on to me. Concern was written all over his face as he looked over me.

"I'm okay, just hungry," I whispered to Rick. He sighed sadly.

"Our annual canned food drive. Things fell apart right after we finished it. It was just me. The food lasted a long time and then I started scavenging. I've cleaned out every place nearby. Except for one," the priest answered.