The Walking Dead Season 3

Chapter 1

I hurry into the house behind Carl. My gloved hands grip my knives. Carl checks the kitchen, while I take down two walkers in a bathroom by throwing my knives. I check the medicine cabinet, and take a bottle of Advil and a half bottle of Tylenol.

I hurry back to the kitchen, shoving the bottles into my pack. Carl checks the kitchen for food. He opens a cabinet and finds two can of dog food. I groan, and he turns. He gives me a half smile and presses his mouth to mine for a second. Then we head into the living room with the rest of the group.

Carl begins to try and open the dog food while I stand at the door. Rick snatched the cans from Carl and chucks them into the fireplace, signaling that we aren't that desperate. T Dog whistles, and we head out. I hop into the car seat as I swing my bag smoothly and quickly into my lap. Carl slides in behind me and shuts the door.

Maggie grabs and axe beside a wood pile, tosses it into the trunk, and shuts it before hopping in. As the walkers chase us, we drive away.

We stop at a clearing on the road. Carl and Beth take up watch as everyone else gathers around the map, discussing our next move. Lori stays put, and I walk next to her. "How you doing?" I ask. She smiles. "Fine. Your country accent is getting stronger." She says. I blink, surprised. She chuckles. "How are you really doing?" I ask her. Her smile fades. "I've had better. I've felt better. I've seen better." She says softly, glancing at the group to make sure that they didn't overhear.

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Rick snaps the chain link fence. We duck into it, and Glenn and Daryl tie it shut. We jog off. Daryl swings open the gate door, and we drop our stuff down. "It's perfect," Rick breathes.

He begins ordering up to different tasks. "If we can shut that gate, prevent more from filling the yard. We can pick off these walkers. We'll take the field by tonight." he says. "So how do we shut the gate?" Hershel asks. "I'll do it. You guys cover me." Glenn says. Maggie shakes her head. "No. Suicide run." she says. "I'm the fastest." He objects.

"No. You, Maggie and Beth draw as many as you can over there. Pop 'em through the fence. Daryl, go back to the other tower. Carol, you've become a pretty good shot. Take your time, we don't have a lot of ammo to waste. Hershel, you and Carl take this tower. I'll run for the gate." Rick says. He looks at me. "Isabelle, you come with me. You're good with knives and fast on your feet in tight spots." He says. I nod and grip my knives in preparation.

Glenn hands Rick some clips to shut the gate with. Lori opens the gate for us. We slip through, and she closes it.

I take down the first walker in front of the overturned prison bus. Rick shoots another. I stab and doge at the persistent walkers. Rick shuts and clips the gate as I hold off the walkers. He opens the door to the guard tower, and I take down the walkers inside. There are two. We slip in and slam the door as the others claw at it.

I wipe my knives off and pull out my gun. Aim, line up, shoot. Aim, line up, shoot. I do this several times, until Rick shoots the last one.

As we come out, we hear T Dog yell. We are all excited. Even Rick can't keep a smile off of his face.

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We sit around the campfire, gnawing on some rabbit that Daryl shot earlier. I pass my piece to Lori. No one except for Carl notices. He passes his to me. I look at him and shake my head. He touches the tip of my nose. I sigh and take a bite as he nods in satisfaction.

"Mmmm. Just like mom used to make." Glenn murmurs to Maggie, who chuckles. "Tomorrow, we'll pull the bodies together. We wanna keep 'em away from the water. Now, if we can dig a canal under the fence, we'll have plenty of fresh water." T Dog says.