Promises

Chapter Twenty Seven

I sat in the car with Carl, Rick and Michone. George didn't want me to go because of everything but I told him that I was fine. Dad didn't say anything because he knew that no one was going to treat him like he was my dad. Not after what happened. I took care of myself. I didn't need a grown up to make decisions for me. Not anymore.

No one said a word. Silence. Deafening silence. I couldn't stand just listening to the sound of the engine roar and the occasional moans of walkers. But I begged for it when some guy started shouting for our help. I knew that we couldn't stop for him. He was a stranger and strangers having been killing us recently. I still felt bad. He was begging us. He needed help. He needed our help. He was abandoned by us.

There was a car in the road so we tried to go around it but we just got stuck in the mud. Suddenly, we were surrounded. Walkers were completely around the car. We were trapped. I pulled my legs us and hugged them. Carl scooted over to me and put his arms around me.
"Cover your ears." Rick told us and I did.
Carl removed his arms and covered his ears. There was a gunshot. It boomed. Surrounded us. Rang in our ears. Maybe calling out to more walkers. Lighting up a sign, telling everyone and everything where we were.

The police station. Emptied. Everything was taken. A scream escaped my lips as I kicked a table. Nothing. I quickly walked out because this was a waste of time. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. It was so stupid of us to think that we'd be lucky.

Walking down the streets to go to some places where people might of kept weapons, we walked past a little green area. Everyone stopped and I accidentally walked into Michone because I hadn't been paying attention to what was in front of me. I turned to see what everyone was amazed at and it was a late pile of walkers, dead, burnt, grey, destroyed. Someone was in the town.

Before I even saw the traps, I heard the birds. They were squawking, hooting and flapping their wings. Traps. I was extra careful to not accidentally get caught on one. Rick was going on about the guns we MIGHT find. I had already given up so I stopped listening; but that all changed. A shot was fired. It killed a walker but got my attention. I dropped to the floor and covered my ears. Thinking of a way out of this. The shots increased and I knew that there was a shot out so I raised my gun but no one was there. Confused I stood up, looked around. A shot was fired in my direction and as I was about to shot, Carl got the hit.
"Thanks." I told him as I walked over.

Carl was keeping his gun pointed at the man even though Rick knew him. Knew him. He's someone else now.

I walked up the stairs, Carl by my side, trailing after the adults.
"Watch the wire!" Rick shouted down and we obeyed.
"Welcome?" I muttered, "He's not being a good host..."
I could tell that Carl was trying not to laugh but I was in tears. I found it way too funny. Maybe because no one wanted to tell jokes anymore so when one was made you had to savour it.
"Jasmine Dixon, if this hadn't happened what would you being doing right now?" Carl asked.
"Either in school or reading, you?" I replied.
"School or hanging with my friends." Carl answered.
"I'm gonna take a look for anything to loot." I told Rick before leaving.

I went into each shop with my gun held high. My flashlight was shinning, showing me what was in the room. The first place was a stationary shop. I was going to leave but an idea came to me. I grabbed a few notebooks and lots of pens before I put them into my bag. One day, the world we be restored. Everything will go back to how it's supposed to be. But we may not be there to tell the story. How will everyone know what the world was like. I was going to document everything that happened and will happen. People will need to know our side of the story. Maybe then people will understand why we've done everything. Maybe when the government is restored, we might have to go to court. Maybe this will help them come to conclusion. I took a quick look around and found an camera and lots of film. I picked up all the film they had and put them into my bag. I opened one book and wrote down everyone's names:

Jasmine Dixon
Daryl Dixon
Merle Dixon
Shane Walsh- Gone
Lori Grimes- Gone
Carl Grimes
Dale Horvath- Gone
Glenn Rhee
Carol Peletier
Sophia Peletier- Gone
Es Peletier- Gone
Andrea
Amy- Gone
Jim - Gone
Theodora Douglas (T-Dog)- Gone
Jacqui- Gone
Rick Grimes
Maggie Greene
Hershel Greene
Beth Greene
Otis- Gone
Patricia- Gone
Jimmy- Gone
George Watson
Axel- Gone

They should be remembered. They will be remembered. I came out of the shop and saw Michone and Carl carrying a crib.
"Carl," I called out, "aren't you too old to be sleeping in a crib?"
"Ha ha." He joked.
We walked back to the car and I went straight to the back.

The man who'd been asking us for her was killed. And we just took his bag. We'd become different people. When we got back, I was going to give him a little burial. Make a cross and put it with the other graves. I wanted to say sorry for not helping and this was how. I'll write about him. He won't just be another death. He'll be someone. I just feel bad that I don't know his name.