Don't You? ➡ CARL GRIMES

II

Lying in front of the back door that lead straight into the woods was the good one dozen or even two dozen plastic bags filled to the brim with food, baby supplies, medicine, bandages, tools, and even some clothing. Even though Glenn and I hadn't a clue of how we would manage to trudge seven or eight bags each for almost a mile, I was determined to help the guy I clicked with get back to his group and help out.

"What if we use a shopping cart?" I asked. Glenn rose an eyebrow at me and a small smile rose on his lips.

He chuckled. "Now where the hell is there a shopping cart?"

I pointed with my thumb behind me, in the direction of the road behind us. A shopping cart, lying on it's side beside a grey Chevy truck. Glenn nodded. "Alright. I'll run and go get it so you don't have to deal with the walkers," He said. 

Tisking, I watched as he took the first step on the road. "You make it sound as if The Bear can't handle four walkers."

Either way with my slight protest, I walked back into the house and walked to the back door where our lovely array of supplies still sat. As I put six bags on each of my arms, I mentally thanked myself for carrying every bag into the house for my mother before everything went to shit. I walked back to the front door and out onto the porch with little trouble. I locked my eyes onto Glenn's form as he was inching closer to the house with the shopping cart in front of him.

Not even waiting for him to stop in front of the house, I grunted and placed the weighted bags into the cart. He gave me a small smile before handing the cart off to me, saying he was running back into the house to grab the last few bags I couldn't.

Stopping the cart in front of the porch, I rested one foot on the bottom of the cart and scanned the road and the woods on either side of the area for walkers or even people. 

Ripping from my gazing, Glenn pushed the cart forward after setting the last of the bags down.

"We have to remember the directions to get here so we can come back and check the rest of the houses and the stores and gas station. They may protest since I've already been gone for about two days, but I'm coming back here. I want you to, too, so you can really prove to them how trustworthy you are," he said, holding his machete tightly in his hand as he looked around.

Nodding, I looked down at my hands as I walked with the cart; mentally hoping his group is really as accepting as he says they'll be.

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Pushing the cart through the woods was much more difficult than we had realized, since the major rainstorms caused the dirt to squish underneath our feet. We even took turns pushing, see if with more strength it would roll easier, but there wasn't much improvement. 

Eventually, though, the ground progressively got more solid and we were back to pushing the cart with no issue.

"Hey, Glenn?" I spoke, looking at him as we walked. He hummed in response, glancing at me for a few seconds before focusing on the scenery around him; most likely for landmarks to indicate how much farther we had to go. "Who are all of the people in your group? Like, they're names and stuff?"

"Well, to start it off, our leader's name is Rick Grimes. Tall, intimidating, but very reasonable; all I got to say, though, is don't get on his bad side. Carl grimes is Rick's son. He's around your age and has Rick's sheriff hat. Then there's Daryl Dixon; he's the Hunter of the group, and really only keeps to himself. He's the one with the crossbow." I nodded, mentally taking notes in order to remember their names and the ways to indicate who was who. "Carol Peletier is the woman with short grey hair. She's very sweet and caring but super badass and shouldn't be messed with. Lori Grimes is Rick's wife, the one carrying the baby on the way. She's nice and you'll probably get along with her after you earn everyone's trust. Maggie Greene is my girlfriend; she's got brown hair and will most likely click with you as quick as I did. Beth Greene is her younger sister. There's not one person she doesn't get along with. She's also a very good singer. Hershel Greene is both Maggie's and Beth's father. He's kind of our doctor and super wise and caring. So--"