The Dixons And Me - The Walking Dead FanFiction

Chapter Twenty

"I'm never sleeping in a tree again." Sophia groaned as she tilted her head to the side, feeling the tightness on the other side of her neck.

"You get used to it." Sam laughs.

They've been walking through the forest, trying to find their way back to the group, for about the past five hours. Sam looks around, hoping to see some trace of the group, but all she sees is trees.

Trees to her left. Trees to her right. Trees in front of her. Trees behind her. She was surrounded by trees, and it was slowly driving her crazy.

"Hey, Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"What's that?" Sophia asks curiously as she points to something on the ground.

Sam looks to where Sophia is pointing  and sees an arrow laying amongst some leaves. She picks it up and studies the arrow.

"It's one of Daryl's arrows." She gasps.

Sophia perks up and she looks around in excitement.

"They've been through here. They must have gone that way!" Sophia exclaims and runs off.

"Sophia!" Sam calls after her and chases her.

"Come on Sam! Hurry up!" Sophia shouts as she runs even faster.

"Wait!" Sam shouts back, running at a speed she didn't know she could run at.

She reaches a hand out to grab Sophia, but she's just a little bit further out of reach.

They run through a clearing and see a deer. Sophia stops in her tracks and Sam gets ready to tackle her to the ground, but a loud bang rings in their ears and then pain shoots through her stomach.

She falls to the ground, clutching the area where she is bleeding and looks around. She doesn't see whoever shot her.

"Sam..." Sophia gasps and begins to cry.

"I'm okay. Shh it's alright." Sam reasures her.

But Sam knows thats a lie. She's in pain, and she's bleeding out. She feels her eyes getting heavy and tries to keep them open.

"Sophia?" A familiar voice calls. Sam turns her head and sees a little boy.

Carl.

"Carl! Sam..She..She's been shot!" Sophia cries.

"DAD!!! DAD! SHANE!!!" Carl shouts turning around.

"Carl keep your voice do-SAM!" Rick shouts running over to the dark haired girl who is slowly losing strength.

"SHANE!!!!" Rick yells.

Shane runs through the clearing and sees his daughter laying there, blood dripping onto the ground.

He raises his shot gun and looks around.

A man with a sniper rifle comes out into the clearing and looks around shocked.

"Shit...I...I thought I got the deer.." He says, his voice full of saddness.

"You did this! You did this to my daughter!" Shane growls, anger flowing through his veins.

"I'm sorry, all I saw was the deer. I know a man who can help your daughter. He's a good man. He can get her patched up."

"Yeah? You take us there, and you take us there now." Shane orders as he gently picks up Sam bridal style.

"Keep your eyes open, please." Shane whispers.

"So tired." Sam mutters before closing her eyes.

"Shit. We gotta go! Now!" Shane yells.

Rick pushes the man and he runs as fast as he can, leading them.

"He's called Hershel Greene. He lives on a farm about five minutes from here. Keep going straight, tell him Otis sent ya." Otis tells them as he slows down.

Shane runs ahead, with Carl and Sophia close behind and Rick pushing Otis to get to Hershel Greene's farm.

Keep fighting Sam. C'mon. Shane thinks to himself as tears begin to fall from his eyes.

"I love you Sam." He whispers.