Georgia Peach ~ Rick Grimes

One

The sun beat down on my natural pale skin, making me sweat even more than I already have been. I wiped the sweat off my forehead with my forearm, quickly picking up my AK47 from the ledge of the roof My brother and I stood on.
    "Do you see that?" Merle asked dryly,
    He was pointing towards a man who appears to be a sheriff, in the street below us, rushing into a tank near by while -what I could only assume was his horse- is being fed on by walkers. I eagerly grabbed the radio from my old duffel bag, signaling the man.
    "Hey, sherrif." My voice is light, yet stern, just like all the women in the Dixon family; hell, they had to be that way.
    "Hello?" His voice was raspy, and full of fear.
    I sighed, taking in this situation, biting my lip in thought. My eyes dart the the alleyway towards his right -where we are standing- it was a perfect way to get here, and it was quite obvious. I responded to the man, explaining the situation to him carefully.
    "The walkers are feeding, you have a clear path throughl the alleyway to your right, I'll meet you there."
    I put the talkie down, waiting for him open the latch of the tank, and get out. I looked at Merle with confused emotions, furrowing my brows, and him giving me the same look. What are you sapposed to feel in a situation like this? I shook the thought off, and ran to the rusty metal door the led down to the department store, where the others were stationed. I swung the door open forcefully, running fast down the stairs, and through the department store. I didn't pay any mind to anyone in the room, as I sprinted through the exit, heading to the alley.
    The man had got to the fence by about the same time I did. I smirked at the irony as I quickly unlocked the fenced gate, letting him in as the fed walkers stumble towards him.
    "C'mon!" I yelled, letting him in.
    I slammed the gate shut and locked it, the walkers quickly colliding with the fence infront of me.
    "I'm Rick." The man said, trying to catch his breath.
    "Lana." I say blankly, looking over my shoulder. "Follow me."
    I brought him into the department store. As he walked through the door, Andrea pinned him to the wall, with her gun in his face.
    "Knock it off toots, the safty's on." I grunted rudely,
    I walked away unannounced, going back up to the roof where I was originally. I'm not one to save a life and wallow in the glory.
    Loud gunshots rang from above, I rolled my eyes. I started running up the stairs to the source of sound; "Merle." I growled under my breath,
    I agressively pushed the metal door open as I reached the top out he stairs, storming over to my idiot brother with anger clear on my features.
    "The fuck do ya think you're doing Merle?! You tryin' to attract walkers?!" I pushed him roughly,
    "Woah, woah, woah lil' sis! I was just lettin' off steam." He laughed loudly, ignoring my question.
    I know what it is. What this is.
    "Merle," I said through my suddenly gritted teeth, "give me the meth." I growled dangerously low, how could he be doing this the shit? Why now?!
    Rick walked up to us quickly standing between us. I took my glare to him, staring daggers through him with fuming anger.
    "Did you say meth?" He asked, tiltling his head in utter shock and confusion.
    "Stay out of this, sheriff." I barked, locking my angered eyes with Merle once again.
   "Nice goin' lil' sis." Merle chuckled coldly, spitting off the roof.
    I quickly grabbed his pocket, taking the bag of meth out. I opened the bag and dumped it over the roof's edge, and throwing the usless bag away.
    "Why you little bitch." Merle yelled, coming towards me with elevated anger. This isn't Merle; it's meth.
    Rick tackled him quickly, and while the others and the two men fighting were distracted, I grabbed my duffel bag and gun, walking down the stairs.
    "Lana!" T dog yelled ina ttempt to get me to stop, but if course, I don't, I ignored him, walking out into the department store.
    "Lana, you're gonna get yourself killed!" Jaqui warned me, grabbing me by the arm, jerking me backwards coming face to face with her.
    "I'm goin' home." I said back, shaking out of her grip, and walkimg out the the alleyway, quickly getting on my motor bike.
    I put my helmet on, and sped off in the opposite direction of the walkers, zooming down the streets, heading home.

••

"Lana!" Little Carl yelled, jumping onto me with excitement. I smiled as I put him down, half smiling up at Lori who was standing infront of me, watching Carl and I with happiness.
    "Mind watching him a while?" She asks politely, smiling at me. I looked at Carl, lightly punching his shoulder, with a silly expression in my face.
    "I guess I can hang. Where's Daryl?"
    "Hunting."
    I nodded at her, andshe left. Intook Carl's small hand, placing a watch in it.
    "To Carl Love mom." He read aloud the markings ingraved in the watch.
    "I know I'm not your mom, but it said Carl, so I thought you'd like it. One of those expensive ones too." I said warmly, happy that he liked it.
    "It's awesome!" He beamed, engulfing me in a hug. I smiled and hugged back, leaving a kiss on his small cheek.
    "C'mon, we can clean my arrows."
    "I can touch them?!" He asked excitedly, bouncing up and down full of energy.
    I laughed at his cuteness, he was too innocent for a word like this, it's not fair. The thought upsets me. I love Lori and Carl like they're family. They have been through so much since Lori's husband was in a coma, and even worse, when Shane found him dead in his hospital bed the day everything went to shit...
I smiled weakly at Carl, Ignoring the devastating thought, and leading him to my tent,
    "If you're real careful."