The start

Baby Walker

After a day or two we were running low on medicine. They needed more. Jay was doing fine. She was back on gate Duty, not that I wanted her to but she wanted it. She was doing great keeping the schedule up and reminding people of their shifts. She's doing a better job than I ever did. Daryl and I walk down the street as we get ready for a run. Rosita and Denise come walking up and handing us a list.

"After I got out of DC, I just drove.
I remember seeing it right when I realized I had no idea where I was going. Edison's Apothecary and Boutique. It's just this little gift shop in a strip mall, but if it's really an apothecary, they had drugs." Denise says as we look at the map portion.

"How do you know they still got 'em?" Daryl asked.

"It isn't that far. I just wanna check. And you, Harley and Rosita aren't out scavenging or pulling shifts." Denis says.

"We'll go." Daryl nods his head.

"I wanted to check. I just wanted to help." She says.

"How much time you spend out there?" Daryl asked.

"None." She says slowly.

"No way." I tell her.

"Forget it." He shakes his head.

"I can ID the meds. I know how to use a machete now. I've seen roamers up close. I'm ready." She says confidently.

"You good with this?" Daryl asked Rosita.

"No." Rosita scoffs.

"I'll go alone, if I have to." Denise says.

"You'll die alone." Daryl comments.

"I'm asking you to make sure I don't." Denise suggest.

"I'm not babysitting her by myself." Rosita says.

"Fine lets go." I grab the sniper off the porch. Daryl picks the truck. Only three seats.

"I'll sit in the bed." I stand up on the tire and climb into the bed. The other three get into the truck as Jay opens the gate.

"We'll be back soon." I shout to her.

"Hurry back." She shuts the gate and waves. After a few minutes we were driving on a bumpy ride. Here and there I'd go flying up in the air as my ass would smack right down into the bed.

"Daryl, come on now." I'd hit the window a couple of times. He reaches back and presses his middle finger up to the window.

"When?" I shout. We soon came to a stop as I stand up in the truck bed. Shit. I didn't mean now. I look forward and see a tree down. Oh ok. Daryl and Rosita get out of the truck as I jump down from the bed.

"I got it." Rosita says as she removes some of the branches revealing the Walker. She picks up a bag filled with mini alcohol bottles.

"This happened fast. Tree rotted out. It wasn't people." She takes the walker out and walks back to the truck getting Denise.

"What'd you find?" Denise asked.

"Bottles of booze. Any takers?" Rosita swings the bag in the air.

"Maybe later." I said.

"No, thanks." Denise says.

"For later. I'm not bringing these to the pantry."

"I'm good. They were kind of my parents' thing. Which is why they aren't mine." Denise sighs.

"That truck ain't gonna make it past this tree. Come on, let's walk." Daryl says.