Part 20

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  "Ann, move!" Carl yelled.

  "Make me." I glared at him.

  He shot the gun at my feet. I didn't flinch.

  "If he goes down. I go down first." I crossed my arms.

  "Ann, What are you doing?!" David questioned.

  "So, what's your decision?" I requested.

  He lowered his gun and put it back away.

  I saw the men coming back with the prisoner. He was tyed up, his head hung. He wasn't dead.

  They threw him in front off us.

  "Here's the son of a-" I blocked out the rest.

  He looked up and stared me in the face.

  I dropped to my knees and covered my mouth.

  "Ann?" My aunt asked.

  She ran over to my side and put her hand on my back.

  I couldn't move, I pointed my finger at his face.

  My Aunt Katy looked at his face and dropped on her knees.

  "Todd...?!" She questioned.

  He looked up and examined her face, "Katy? B-but, it can't be."

  "It's me." Tears rolled down her face. She wrapped her arms around him.

  "Annalynn?" He looked me straight in the face.

  I shook my head.

  "I'm... I'm sorry." He looked ashamed.

  "We all do stuff we regret." I glared at Carl.

  "The girls? Are they okay?" My Aunt anxiously asked.

  "Yes! They're fine. They are with the group." My uncle Todd smiled.

  I took out my knife and cut the ropes on his hands.

  He grabbed my aunt and held her in his arms.

  I got up and brushed off my pants. I walked over to the guys who got him, "Thank you for going after him."

  "We're a group now. We stick together." The crossbow guy put out his hand. "I'm Daryl Dixon."

  I shook his hand, "Ann Houston."

  "Glen." He stuck out his hand and shook mine.

  "Tyreese." I shook his hand.

  "Nice to meet you all." I smiled.

  My head was pounding in pain. I needed to lay down and rest. But, I remembered I had pain medication in my pack.

  I opened it and took two with some water.

  There was multiple screams off in the distance.

  We all froze. The screams were blood curdling.

  "Our camp... It's over there. " My uncle whispered.

  He put up his hand and pointed twords the North of our camp. "The girls are there."

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