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Riley Grimes. The baby sister of Rick Grimes, a Sheriff's Deputy in King County, Georgia, a real southern man with a southern wife, southern son, and southern best friend, he's a survivor. Riley though? She moved to Maine when she turne...
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"You okay?" I whispered to Lori, who was looking rather strange as we walked out into the previously walker infested field.
"I haven't felt this good in weeks." She murmured back, looking around, and I let a smile fall onto my face, and she seemed shocked to see it. I mean, it makes sense. I haven't smiled around Lori since... man. Since the farm. When Carl was shot.
"Oh! Oh, oh! We haven't had this much space since we left the farm!" Carol cried from ahead of us, spinning around in circles, looking around at the space we had cleared. I let out a giggle, watching her, and then looked around with a sigh at all the dead bodies. We weren't done yet.
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Later that night, after we had spent the day going through the walkers' bodies, making sure they were dead and moving them to the other side of the field where we would burn them, we settled down around a fire that Lori and Carol had made, and we were eating a possum that Daryl and Merle had found when they went hunting earlier.
Everyone was here, eating, except for T-Dog who was up on the turned over bus, keeping watch, and Rick, who was up by the gate he closed earlier, watching the walkers wander around up there.
"Mmmm... just like mom used to make." Glenn said sarcastically, taking a bite out of his possum, and I couldn't help but laugh a little at Daryl's disgruntled face.
"Hey. Don't like it, don't eat it." Daryl grunted out, and Glenn just laughed and kept eating. Daryl knew how thankful we all were for him, and what he does for the group, but we also do love to tease the poor man.
"Tomorrow, we'll burn the bodies. We don't want their disease seeping into the ground, or the water or anything. Now, if we can dig a canal under the fence, we'll uh... have plenty of fresh water." Merle said calmly, sounding a lot more stable since we've been out on the road, and I couldn't help but feel proud of the growth he's done since I met him up on that roof.
"The soil is good, we could plant some seed, grow some tomatoes, cucumbers, soybeans. That's his third time around. If there was any part of it compromised, he'd have found it by now." Hershel said, looking up at Rick, who was still pacing the fence.
Nobody spoke about it though. Rick is our dictator. Our leader, and no one wants a replay of what happened that night the farm burned down.
"This will be a good place to have the babies. Safe." Beth said quietly to Lori and I, and I couldn't help but smile. She was right. I never pictured myself giving birth in a prison. But it was safe. Safer than anywhere we've been so far anyway.
No-one else said anything, instead enjoying the peace, and our dinner, except for Carol, who decided to take some food up to T-Dog, so he would eat. Again, I really think something's going on between those two.
