I woke up, did my morning routine, and got dressed. I put on my usual light gray cropped tank top, torn light blue low rise shorts, dark gray belt, brown cowboy hat, brown cowboy boots, and my silver heart necklace that contained my brother's ashes. I tied a brown cloth around my upper right arm and a white cloth around my mid left thigh.
I grabbed my gun and put in in the space between my shorts and my underwear. I slid a pocket knife in my boot and grabbed my 1/4 full duffle bag. I put the cross over strap on my left so the bag rested on the right side of my hip. I grabbed my pickaxe before exiting the house to walk around for rounds.
"Babe, we're safe here. You don't need to carry all of your stuff around anymore." My boyfriend, Carl, said as he walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, "And it's winter. You're wearing shorts and a tank top. Let me give you a flannel at least. Please?" "Fine, and you never know what's going to happen." I responded, turning around and giving him a peck on the lips before stealing his flannel and tying it around my waist.
I ended up finishing rounds with him, and babysitting Judith for a couple hours. I went to the cafeteria to eat when I heard Daryl talking about going on a run. I got up and walked over to his table.
"So, I heard your going on a run?"
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We pulled up to an intersection by an Academy, CVS, Walgreens, Valero, and a Kroger, as well as a few other stores. We headed over to the Academy first and pried open the barricaded doors. We grabbed some clothes, ammunition, and guns, then shoved them into backpacks we found in the store. We dropped the stuff off in the trucks and split out group into two. Carl, Daryl, Sasha, Carol, and I headed to the CVS, while Rick, Maggie, Glenn, Michonne, and Tara, went into the Kroger.
We filled our bags with the necessary items and s few wanted ones as well. We did the same thing to Walgreens before heading back to the trucks. Carl and I hopped in the back with most of the things and we drove back to our camp which was an empty High School. We only had to kill 30 walkers at most. Yes, that's the total number of walkers that were there. The High School was actually the school I was supposed to go to. Jersey Village High School.
I lived about half an hour away. If we walk it would be two hours. If we ran, 1 hour, walked, an hour and forty minutes. That would be if there weren't any walkers around, or streets filled with cars that probably won't budge unless we push them. The school is only a temporary camp. We're slowly making our way to my fortified house.
