Isabelle
A guy stepped out of the van. He did have on a clean sheriffs outfit, with the hat and badges! He had black hair, but he had.... Carl's eyes.
Shane looked at him and shock castes all over his face. So did recognition. Lori had been talking to Carl, who looked like he was trying hard not to cry. But then they looked up, and Carl ran to the man, screaming, "Dad! Dad!" The man picked Carl up, hugging him, and then walking to Lori, who was frozen in shock. She whispered, "Rick.... I...." Then she grabbed him and hugged him. Rick turned and smiled at Shane.
Later that night, we all sat around the campfire in little groups, except for Carol, Sophia, and Ed. Ed made them sit separate from us. I sat between Andrea and Amy. Rick was talking. "Disoriented. I think that that's what comes closest. Disoriented." I nodded. I understood. I was only eleven, and I was ripped from my life. I was an orphan with no family alive hat I knew of. My best friend gave.... or is sacrificed a better word, his life for me. I realized that I'd zoned out, and Shane was walking back from Ed's campfire.
After a little while, we put the fire out and went to our tents. It began raining. Shane was keeping watch. I crawled into my sleeping bag in between Amy and Andrea, and they kissed me goodnight. Then they laid down and we all went to sleep.
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The Walking Dead Season 1
FanfictionThis only happens in books, movies, and video games. The apocalypse isn't real. Until one day, it is, leaving a ten year old girl, Isabelle Elizabeth Thompson, to face a world that leaves no room for weakness. [Book one in The Walking Dead series. C...
