The Walking Dead Season 2

Chapter 10

Isabelle

For our "morning chores", Carl and Lori fed the chickens, while I tried to coax the smallest chick to eat. It simply refused, and I groaned in frustration. I managed to shove one kernel of corn into its beak, which it swallowed. Then I placed it in the pile with its siblings. I stood up and brushed myself off, and then I sensed someone looking at me. I looked up, and Carl was staring at me. I gave a half smile, and walked off.

Rick walked up to me. "Gun practice is as four. Be here." He said. I nodded. I climbed up the RV. "Hey. Nice spear you got." Shane called out to Carl, who was standing below the RV. "What's going on?" "I want to learn to shoot too." Carl said. On my god. Is he seriously going to do this because I am? "Can you teach me?" I hopped down and walked to my tree. I knew that they were both looking at me. I climbed up my tree and sat down. I glanced over at them, and then looked away pointedly.

I could tell that he had been caught with he pistol that he had. "-just shot. He's just back on his feet and he wants a gun?" Lori exclaimed. "Better than him being afraid of them. There are guns in camp for a reason. He should learn to handle them safely." Rick said. "I don't want my kid walking around with a gun." Lori argued. "How can you defend that? You can't let him go around without protection. Rick debated. "He's as safe as he'll ever be right here." Lori stated. I walked up and stopped in front of Carl, facing Lori, Shane, Rick, and Dale. "I can teach him how to throw knives. My dad taught me." I said. They looked at me. "Thanks honey. How about later today at six?" Lori asks. I nod and walk away.

At gun practice, I fired my gun multiple times, hitting my targets. "Nice." Carl said. I grinned. "Thanks." I said.

After gun practice, I took Carl to a tree at the fence for knife practice. "Since this is your first time throwing knives, use your other hand to aim." I said, demonstrating. He copied me. "Aim for the square I carved into it." I said. "And throw." I threw my knife, and it hit center point. Carl's stuck the edge of the square. "Not bad for a first time." I said. "Oh, I've done better. This is just me warming up." He boasted. I laughed. "I'm sure." I teased.

We threw for a while longer, each time me hitting the center and him hitting the edges. I kept glancing over at him, waiting for him to admit that he needed help. "Fine." He said. "I need help. I just don't get how to aim." He added. I walked over and stood behind him, reaching around to adjust his arm. "Now throw." I said, stepping back. He threw, and finally hit the center. "Yes!" he said. I laugh. "About time!" I tease. He fake lunges at me, and I doge. I roll under him and come up with a knife on my hand. He stares at me. "How...?" He trails off. I grin and put the knife away. "My... dad taught me... me and... and my best friend Sage how to fight. Sage, he did best with guns, but I did best with my knives." I said, looking down.

"Well, we better head back." I said quickly. He nodded. I yanked my knives out of the tree and put them up, and we headed back.