The Walking Dead Season 2

Chapter 16

"So what ya gonna do? We'd all feel better if we knew the plan." Lori says as she pours Carl some tea. I found a pine tree and pulled the needles off. Now we are boiling them in some water, making some tea. I hold my blue cup between my hands, taking small sips. The last time I had this was with my mom Linda, dad John, and Sage.

It's getting colder now, and we are dressing warmer. I'm dressed in my black racer back, black leather jacket filled with rows of knives, my belt with gun, pouch for ammo, and knives, ripped up jeans, and my black calf high lace up boots with one knife hidden on each side.

"Is there a plan?" Andrea asks. "We gonna keep him here?" Glenn adds. "We'll know soon enough." Rick says, nodding to Daryl with bloody knuckles. "Boy there's gotta gang. 'Bout 30 men, heavy artillery and they ain't lookin' ta make friends. They roll through here, our boys 'er dead. Our women, they're gonna wish they were." I shudder, sipping my tea. "What did you do?" Carol asks. "We had a little chat." Daryl says. "No one goes near this guy." Rick says. "Rick, what're you gonna do?" Lori asks. "We have no choice. He's a threat. We have to eliminate the threat." He replies. "You're just gonna kill him?" Dale asks. "It's settled." Rick says. "We'll do it today." He adds, and walk off. Dale chases after him.

I finish my tea and set the cup on the ground. I dig around in my pocket, and I pull on my fingerless thin black gloves. They don't look like much, but they're great for fighting, holding things, and keeping your hands warm.

I walk around the fence, looking for weak spots. I don't find any, and I sigh. I don't really know what to do right now. Then I get an idea. I head into the woods.

I'm looking for a rabbit, or snake. I prefer rabbit because around here, there's mostly venomous snakes, and if you don't drain the venom properly, then you'll die. Fun, right?

Lucky for me, I spot two rabbits right away. I pull out two knives, aim and throw. One knife hits the rabbits head, and the other hits the chest where the heart is.

I walk over and pull out the knives, wiping them off and putting them up. I grab the rabbits by the ears and head back to camp.

Once I get back, there still maybe 30 minutes until the conference. So I go ahead and skin the rabbits, and wrap them up in some foil from the kitchen. Then I put them on the pan above the fire pit, ready for dinner.

When it's time for the conference, I head to the house. Carl follows, muddy. "You two go stay with Jimmy." Lori says. "I wanna listen." Carl argues. "No. Not this time." She replies, shooing us upstairs. I sit and run my fingers across a blade of one of my knives. I see my reflection. Black eyelashes and brows, tan skin, rosy cheeks with high cheekbones. Brown eyes with red underneath. Red, cracked lips. A streak of dirt across one cheek. I quickly turn the knife away.

After the decision had been made to shoot him at the barn, it's well after dark. They lock him back up since Carl wanted to watch. Dale heads off to go somewhere. It's decided that we'll keep him, so Andrea goes to find him. I hear screaming, and I run. I'm the first to get there. Daryl is already there. I stumble back, sobbing. Dale is laying on the ground, his stomach ripped open by a walker that Daryl killed.

I sob, "Dale...". There's nothing that we can do. "He's suffering. Do something!" I cry. Rick lifts his gun to dales face. I keep sobbing. Not Dale. Not like this. Rick can't pull the trigger. Daryl takes the gun, cocks it. "Sorry brother." He says. And pulls the trigger.