When I pushed out into that hall way my body was ready but my mind was miles away. I'm not sure how long it had been but my mind had found its way back when I was alone sitting on the ground. I wasn't sure where I was or how long it had been but I couldn't see the door that I came out of any more. My whole body was covered in blood and I wasn't sure if it was mine or not but I didn't care.
This whole break down that was happening now wasn't just because of Hershel but when I saw him in there dying I snapped. He reminded me of my father who died two months ago. So when I had to watch Hershel dying it was like my father's death all over again. I lost a lot of people. My mother, my three little sisters, all my friends, and the one that hurt the most was my older brother. They were all gone. The hole in my chest that was filled by all those people is bigger than ever now that they're gone. The worst part was the person that I've lived out this past year with, my brother who was with me even before this world went to hell, went missing when my father died. By now he's either a drooling cannibal or one's meal.
I hadn't realized that I was crying until a hand was put on my shoulder and I spun around holding my buck knife. My face was wet with blood and tears, when I faced Rick. His eyes were red and his face was turned down in a sad way.
I felt my eyes swell with tears and a lump grow in my throat while I shook my head, "He's dead?" I croaked.
"No," Rick smiled, "He's alive thanks to you. We wouldn't have made it out of there if it wasn't for you."
I sighed in relief and smiled back, "Thanks to you, you mean. Your quick thinking kept the infection from spreading."
"Why don't you come back and meet everyone. I think you've earned yourself a cell in our block."
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After I had retrieved all my arrows and knives, Rick had led me back to their cell block and had taken me to meet the woman with the large belly. I knew it was his wife from our previous conversation, so when she introduced herself as Lori, I wasn't surprised to see Rick put a hand on her shoulder. I also meet Maggie and Beth, Hershel's daughters, who thanked me many times with tears running down their faces. Carol was such a nice lady who welcomed me with a smile and offered the top bunk of her cell to me. Carl was an adorable little boy who took his looks from Rick. Glen was a sweetheart who couldn't smile wider. Daryl took off before I even got back.
After we had done our introductions, I went in to see Hershel. He smiled at me, "I thought you were dead."
"I thought the same of you," I swallowed.
"Thank you.".
"Everyone keeps saying that but it was Rick that saved your life," the main reason that I went out and cleared the way was because of my selfish problems. Maybe part of it was Hershel but mostly because I couldn't take the death and blood anymore. Before he could reply I spoke, "You should rest." I gave his hand a squeeze and walked out.
I grabbed my bag and headed out to the clearing. When I got out there, I grabbed as many sticks as I could find and settled down on a log.
An hour later I had twelve arrows whittled with my buck knife. That's when someone came and sat down by me. I didn't bother to look up until Daryl started talking, "Ya know ya could jus' raid a huntin' outlet instead a takin' an hour ta make um."
"Alright," I scoffed, "Next time you see a hunting outlet pick me up a dozen. Will ya?"
"Yeah. Okay. Ya made yer point," He paused and watched my hands, "Ya willing to show me how ya did that? "
I smiled and looked up at him, "Sure." I pulled out another knife that was strapped to a holster on my thigh and handed it to him. For the first few minutes he just watched my hands then tried for his self.
