The Walking Dead: Our Last Hope

Ch. 4

(This chapter is focused on Rick)

"Is she awake yet?" Daryl was in the back of the truck along with the girl. They pulled off her hood and mask to see who she was. "Not yet... how was it hard to tell that she was a girl?... And I did hit her pretty hard." "Just shut up, we're taking her strait to the basement when we get back." Rick was still frustrated at the loss of his finger. "Why did she cut it off?" "How am I supposed to know!?" Daryl laid off after that. The rest of the ride was silent.

     They returned to Alexandria, which was in panic because of shortage of "shit". Half their shit would basically be all their shit. Jesus ran up to the truck "Holy moly Rick, where's your finger?" "She took it." Rick pointed to the back of the truck. Sasha and Rosita opened the back. There were so many stacks of food, along with Daryl and a girl. "What the hell..." Sasha said to herself. "Why the fuck is she unconscious?" Rosita demanded "what else were supposed to do, she took off my finger!" "Why?" "I don't know. She bit me then told me I had to cut it off." Sasha spoke up "heh, the little fucker thinks she's like the walkers." Rick looked at Sasha giving her a "shut the hell up" look. "Man. Who would've thought he would be this pissed about a finger." Sasha pointed out as Rick walked towards his house.

"Carl." Rick shouted for his son as he walked in. He walked into the kitchen and placed his things down. "Car-!" "He's helping with some kids." Michonne cut him off. "Jesus, where's your finger?" Michonne walked over, took his hand, and examined it. "That is a pretty clean cut, who did that?" "Some kid we met while we made the run." "THEN YOU SHOULD GO STRAIGHT TO THE OFFICE TO STITCH IT BACK ON" Michonne commanded with immediate concern. "It's too late for that." Rick responded "you don't know that" Michonne tried persuading him. "If I try now, it'll just be a dead stick attached to my hand."

     After Michonne had finally convinced him to quickly patch it back on, Carl had heard that he had come back with a girl and that she cut his finger off. Instead of choosing to go visit his father, he decided to interrogate the girl.

     The door closes behind Carl as he slowly walks in and studies the girl. She looks as if she had just awaken and had dried blood that was flowing from the top of her head. "Why did you cut off his finger?" He demanded an answer but she just sat in the corner curled up. She glanced at him but then looked down at the floor. "Hey... Answer me." Carl grew impatient. Again she stared off into space and ignored him. "Don't you want to leave this place?!" He raised his voice just a bit. The girl didn't seem to be startled by this. She remained silent. Suddenly the door flew open. "Carl?" Rick walked in with his badly stitched on finger. The girl jumped up and walked up to the cell door. "Now she responds?" Carl sounded pissed. She tried taking a look at Ricks hand as he tried to scold her and asked stuff and things. She finally got a good look and reached out for it. Rick quickly pulled away. "What are you trying to do?! Cut another off?". She looked up at him with an angry look. She said in such an odd way "Not sewn on right. Let me help." Rick looked at her with a curious face and slowly trusted her with his hand. She grabbed his finger and pulled it off. Rick screeched quietly in pain. "Dad!" Carl jumped up frightened. "What the hell!" Carl grabbed the collar of her shirt and harshly pulled her into the bars. Of the cell door. She dented her lips with pain. "Sorry." That all she would say for the rest of the day. Interrogation was useless.