A Dixon Sister?

Chapter 8

Emma POV

He heard shouting as a man with shot gun came out of the bushes.

"WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE WHY YOU SHOOT THE BOY". The man screamed as he pointed the gun to Otis' head.

I road the horse closer to the boy and what must have been his father. "Hey come on get on the back with the boy or else he will lose more blood". I said hurriedly.

"RICK YOU CAN'T TRUST HER SHE MIGHT TRY AND KILL YOU". The man with the shot gun shouted.

"Well I'm just going to have to take that chance if I want Carl to live". Rick sobbed as he got on the back of the horse with the boy who must have been Carl.

"Otis take him". I pointed at the man with the the shot gun. "Back to the farm".

I waited until Rick and Carl where on the horse and I road back to camp. We got back to the farm and Rick carried Carl into the house and I followed. Herschel put Carl on the bed and put pressure on the womb.

"What happened". He said angrily

"Otis shot a deer and the bullet must have gone right through it". I was shocked that this was actually happening. The door opened and the man with the shot gun came in with Otis.

"What's his blood type". Herschel asked Rick.

"A positive...... Same as mine". Rick stuttered as shot gun guy came up and hugged him.

"Same as mine two". I stammered.

"Can everyone give me some space please.... But Rick, Emma don't go far I'm going to need you soon". Herschel ordered and ever one walked out of the room. Me, Rick and shot gun guy went on the porch.

"Lori... Lori doesn't know". Rick cried and fell to the floor.

"I'll go.... Where are they". Maggie walked out of the door and got on wildfire with a baseball bat.

"There on their way to the highway". Shot gun guy said.

With that Maggie road of in the direction of the high way. I walked back into the house to find Otis sitting on the stairs crying. I walked our to him and gave him a hug.

"What are you crying for its not your fault that the boy is here". I comforted. He hugged me back.

"Yes it is. Because if I had let you shoot the deer the boy would not even be here". He cried into my shoulder.

He stopped crying and we sat on the stairs in silence. Otis walked off and I went back out side to lay on the porch. As I walked out Rick and his wife came in and ran to the room Carl was in. I walked down the steps of the porch and was about too lay down but was stopped by grabbing my arm.

"And where do you think your going.... Herschel said to not go any where". Shot gun guy said.

"I'm not going any where I was about to lay on the step.... If you must know dickhead". I said rudely as I pulled my arm from his grip and lied on the porch step.

"My name is Shane Walsh... not dickhead". He said a bit pissed off.

I studded him carefully. There was something off about him but couldn't tell what. "Dickhead is more fitting. And my name is....Go away". I said angrily.

"No it's not its Emma I heard Herschel call you it before". Shane said stupidly.

I heard Herschel shout us in. We walked into the room and Herschel was trying to get some piece of shattered bullet out of Carl's stomach while he was still awake. Rick was hugging a crying Lori in the corner of the room. Carl was crying and squirming around on the bed.