Andrew Dylan Harrison was six when the world ended. He is the younger brother to Andrea and Amy Harrison. He was living with them at the time when the world ended. Andrew is the youngest at the camp by four years and his illness doesn't help him...
"I NEED to go." I fold my arms. "I need to make sure that you're okay."
"Okay." Glenn nods.
"But-" Rick pipes up.
"Let him come." Tyreese interrupts. "It can't hurt."
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"Why do you like this house?" I question, standing next to Tyreese.
"I dunno." Tyreese shrugs. "I just like it."
We enter and search through the house. Tyreese and I find a boys bedroom.
"Woah. Look at these models." I pick up a model airplane and make a whooshing noise, pretending to fly it.
"We could bring one back." Tyreese suggests, looking over at some books.
"Can I?" I grin, examining the plane closer. I hear Tyreese scream and I turn around to a walker that is chomping on his arm.
"Tyreese!" I fumble for my gun, trying to cock it. I have to get it off of Tyreese first. I grab at the shirt and pull it back. Both the walker and Tyreese fall on me in a jumble of limbs. A sharp pain goes through my side and I let out a cry, shoving the gun into the walkers mouth and shooting.
Noah comes running into the room with wide eyes.
I crawl out from under the body of the walker and run to Noah, throwing my arms around him. "We have to get Rick!"
Noah nods, hurrying back out the door.
I fall to the floor next to Tyreese. I unbuckle his belt, pulling it off and clasping it around his arm above the bitten portion.
The rest of the group darts into the room. Rick and Glenn lift Tyreese and carry him out of the car.
"Are you okay?" Noah questioned.
"I just hit my side. I'm okay." I shrug.
"Can I see?" Noah reaches out and grabs my shirt, lifting it up.
"Shit!" Noah jumped back, eyes wide.
"What?" I grab my shirt and yank it up.
Across my side was four long scratches, bleeding.
I was scratched!
Tears bubble to my eyes as I look up at Noah with wide eyes. "No!"
Noah reaches down and pulls me into his arms. "C'mon."
Noah rushes me outside to the car where they had chopped off Tyreese's arm.
"Rick!" He calls out.
"Not now, Noah." Rick dismisses him, placing Tyreese into the backseat.
