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...
Not the wanting attention clingy but the koala attached to your back clingy.
I wanted to stick at their side because if they went, I wanted to go too.
I mostly stuck to Maggie's side, thumb firmly planted in my mouth. Glenn told me off for it but he didn't do anything about it.
We kept on moving but I was always holding someone's hand or being held. I was scared. Scared of being left behind.
Scared of death.
Scared of being alone.
And despite the constant squeezes that Maggie would give my hand, I didn't feel any better. Any time I heard moans, I wanted to run the other way. But the grown ups wanted to kill it.
They always did.
I overheard the grown ups one night when they though Carl and I were sleeping. They wanted to have me learn to shoot.
I didn't want a gun.
Pa had a gun. He kept it under his bed.
Maybe Carl wanted to grow up fast and learn how to shoot, but I didn't. I wanted to stay little.
But I was growing up. I was already nine despite my stature of a six year old.
My mouth was dry and legs aching as I trudged on.
"No more, Ma." I tug on Maggie's shirt.
"You just started walking." Maggie retorts.
"I'm tired." I whine.
"Just a little longer." Maggie tells me, pulling on my hand to move me along.
I let my hands slip out of hers and she lets me, probably thinking that I was going to hold Glenn's who was a few feet away. The pain in my legs were too much and I began to silently cry.
Finally, I reached the end of the group and I grab onto Abraham's shirt.
"Please, up?" I was too tired to do much else even though it sounded childish.
Abraham looks down at me and I don't know if it was the worn down look on my face of the blotchy color in my cheeks from crying but he lets out a sigh and holsters his gun and bends down.
He hoists me onto his shoulders and my feet cry in relief.
I rest my head on top of his and let out an audible sigh of relief.
"You good, buddy?" Abraham questioned.
"Yeah. Thank you." I mutter.
"Are you in any pain?" He questioned.
"A little." I lie.
I move my head to lay on his and close my eyes.
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