The Walking Dead Season 2

Chapter 9

Isabelle

The next day, we were gathering rocks for Otis's makeshift grave. Beth and Jim finally showed up. Dale and the others drove up the path. I pushed hair behind behind my ears as we wen to greet them. "How is he?" Dale asked. "He'll pull through." Lori said, smiling. "Thanks to Hershel and his people." She added. "And Shane. We've lost Carl of not for him." Rick said. Everyone started hugging, and talking.

For the burial, we made a pile with the larger rocks. For the service, Hershel dressed up and got out his bible and people went up one by one to place a smaller rock on the pile. I couldn't really pay attention. I was too focused on Shane's face. Most people thought that he was in shock, but I knew better. Sure, he was in shock. From murdering Otis.

Afterwards, I climbed up a tree as the others surveyed a map. I wanted to see the land from a "birds point of view". I guessed that now since that Carl was well "down the road to wellness", people could start looking for Sophia again. Everyone scattered. I could tell so far that we have had to give up our guns. I hopped down and walked up to Hershel. "Excuse me." I said. He turned. "Yes? he asked." "What do I do with my gun? we are giving them up, right?" I asked. He smiles down at me. "You don't have to-" he begins. I lay my gun on the table. "Can I keep my knives?" I ask. He nods.

After a while, I went in the house and sat in the chair in the room with Rick and Carl. I curled up, exhausted. Finally, I shut my eyes.

Third

Carl's eyes fluttered open slowly as he shifted. He took in the scenery of his dad sleeping in the chair next to his bed, and was surprised to see Isabelle sleeping curled up in the other chair in the corner. "Hey, dad?" he whispered. Rick shifted and opened his eyes. "Hey." Rick whispered back. He sat forward. "Carl. I told you something earlier today about Sophia-" he began. "I know. Mom told me." Carl interrupted. "There I was, getting ready to confess." Rick joked. "I didn't mean to lie, I just didn't want to worry you." He said. "It's a stupid excuse, but it's all I got." He added. "It's ok. Do you think that we will find her?" Carl asked. "I know we will. Well, I don't know, but I truly believe it." Rick answered. "You look tired." Carl said. "Am tired. At least Isabelle is getting some sleep." Rick said. "Hey... I'm like you now! We've both been shot!" Carl exclaimed quietly. Rick chuckled. "Yeah, well, I think that your mother would rather hear that we have the same eye color." Rick said. "Since you're in the club now, you get to wear the hat." He added. He placed it on Carl's head. "We will pad the rim tomorrow, so that it sits better." He added. "Won't you miss it?" Carl asked. "Maybe you'll let me borrow it from time to time." Rick said. "We can share." Carl said. "Sleep now." Rick said as he pulled up the covers. "Ok." Carl said, pulling the hat down to cover his face.