The Sheriff and The Archer

Chapter Twenty-Two: Gut Them

Before I start this chapter, I'd like to thank SourZombie for reading all of my chapters, voting and commenting. PS I LOVE your story!

I was greeted by the members of my old group. I had to hug each and every one of them, I couldn't believe I was hugging them when I wanted nothing more than to gut them. I shuddered when Gareth finally wrapped his skinny arms around my neck and shoulders and squeezed.

"What's wrong?" He asked quietly.

"Nothing. I just want to sleep, I haven't gotten much of it lately. Can I go up to my room now?" He released me and sent me on my way.

I creeped through the hallways that I knew as well as the back of my hand. When I entered my room I locked the door, crawled to bed, and cried until I passed out.

"You betrayed us. We can no longer trust you," Rick sneered.

"Please?" I begged. Why didn't they understand? "They would have killed all of us. I was going to get help y'all get out of there! You have to listen to me!"

"Look at what you did!" Daryl shouted. All of them were inching closer, emerging from the darkness. Suddenly, I was tied to a chair. Bullets were flying passed me, a sword grazed my cheek. Arrows narrowly missed my skull.

"Stop! Please stop! I didn't mean to hurt any of you!" Rosita started to laugh, Tara joined in. When I scrunched my eyebrows together they all started to change. Rick lost his hand, Michonne lost a leg, Glenn was crawling his way over. Out of nowhere they all dropped, I started pulling against the ropes holding me down.

"Come on! Get up, guys! Please!" I looked down at the now bloody ropes. Panicked, I started screaming, but was cut off when one of my old group members started moving. The hat fell as he was standing up, he moaned and started to walk over to me. The light hit his face, but I was confused because Carl wasn't missing and limbs. In fact he wasn't bloody at all. The only thing that changed was his eyes. The rest of him didn't look remotely walker like.

He dropped in front of me, the once beautiful blue eyes now a lifeless grey. His hand raised incredibly slowly and wiped a tear.

"It's your fault. We're going to die because of you. You couldn't save us." Less than a second later he transformed and took a bite from my thigh.

"Carl!"

"CARL!" I shot up from the wet bed. "Jesus Christ." I was a sweaty mess. I ran my hands through my hair and pulled it up into a ponytail. What made my brain rattle was what Carl said. He kept changing tenses, saying 'we're going to die' and then 'you couldn't save us'. It confused me endlessly, I knew that they were still alive in that arch, but I had no idea where it was. I needed to save them. And I was going to. You know why? Because, I had a plan and a damn good one at that.

Short chapter, yeah I know. I'm planning on writing two or three more chapters and then starting on the sequel, which I PROMISE will be much better.

OOOOOH! Jade is really determined!