BECAUSE OF YOU.
❝There are a lot of things
that should have killed me.
At least hurt me a little,
but they didn't.❞
THE WALKING DEAD.
BOOK ONE of the HUNT TRILOGY.
[ SEASON 2 - ? ]
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october 10th, 2010
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NO ONE GOT MUCH sleep that night on the ghostly highway and it did not help that the group had to get up at the crack of dawn the following morning to continue the search for twelve-year-old Sophia Peletier. Greyson Hunt had stayed up on the RV most of the night, keeping a lookout for any threats, but there had been nothing to see in the darkness. Now, he was regretting such a choice of action as he could hardly keep his eyes open now.
Now tromping through the overgrown bushes of the Georgian wilderness, Greyson did not even see the tree crossing his path and he surely would have hit it head-on if it were not for Glenn's familiar and firm grip on the back of his shirt. Guiding his friend back onto the trail, Glenn fell into step beside Greyson. "You good?" The former asked in concern.
Greyson shook his head, an action that was not meant as an answer, but as a way to keep himself awake. "Tired," He informed.
"You shouldn't have stayed up on the RV all night, man," Glenn replied with a tssk. "There were shifts made for a reason."
"How can someone even sleep when Sophia's out there alone?" Greyson shot back, sending his shorter friend a look. "She had counted on us to keep her safe and now she's out there on her own. The thought of somethin' happening to her just makes me sick."
"We're going find her, Grey," Glenn reassured. "She's got to stay close to the river like Daryl said. We'll get her back safe."
Greyson nodded, again encouraging his eyes to stay open as they continued to aimlessly walk. By no surprise, Daryl and Rick were leading the way whilst Shane took up the back of the pack, leaving the rest of the group to follow in between. Dale and T-Dog had remained back at the highway, the latter of the two being too injured to move whilst the former wanted nothing more than to continue working on his broken radiator hose. Greyson did not blame the old man's desperate tactics. As soon as they found Sophia, he wanted to get as far away from this place as he could.
Suddenly, from further up the path, Daryl dropped down to a crouch at the front of the line and, one-by-one, the remaining members of the group followed suit. With his head tilted forward, Greyson's eyes landed on the sight of a lopsided tent nearly blending in amongst the masses of trees. Gripping his rifle closer to his chest, Greyson took a step forward, only to be stopped by Shane. "Give it a sec, Grey," He suggested.
Alone, Daryl approached the tent and did a quick sweep of the outer region of the small clearing, looking at the numerous and seemingly abandoned belongings as he did so. In Greyson's eyes, it had not appeared as if anyone or anything had been near this area for quite some time, but he also knew that the group could not ignore the fact that any child could look at the isolated tent as a long forsaken refuge.
