❝last man standing doesn't matter when it's a pile of bodies you're standing on. so you fight but you be good.❞
[twd seasons 1-?]
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chapter twenty four: the prison 5225 words
A few weeks had turned into a month, which turned into five months which turned into eight. Lori passed her due date with flying colors and still showed no sign of labor, not even Braxton-hicks. It worried Lin and had her helicoptering around her sister.
When the morning came, the storage unit provided nothing more than a roof over their head. There wasn't food, weapons. So the group gathered the clothes that they could find for the winter and went out on the road again. And they hadn't stopped going.
Maggie was the one to spot the house. It was tucked away on a dirt road, one they'd taken a chance on. Rick, T-Dog, Daryl, and Carl went in to clear it, like they'd done a dozen times before. Lin stayed on Daryl's bike when he hopped off, hooking her foot around the kickstand. He smoothed a hand over her forehead as he went, something he'd started doing since the storage units. They were methodically, quick and efficient. Rick whistled when it was clear.
Car doors opened and everyone began to pile out. Lin rushed to Lori's side to help her, pushing through the bout of dizziness she felt. It had been days since many of them had eaten, even more for Lin because even though she kept telling Lori she'd eaten when she gave the pregnant woman her rations, she really hadn't. Beth and Carol carried some of the cushions from the sofa back in the storage lockers.
Glenn and Maggie dragged one walker body out into the hall, dropping it onto the floor. Lin let Lori walk into the living room on her own, taking a spot on the deflated cushion Carol set down for her. Rick shut the front doors of the house, the sound adjacent with Carl rummaging around in the kitchen. It made Lin's heart hurt to think how hungry he was, how they all were. She lowered herself down next to Daryl, taking her time as she did. He was busy plucking feathers off an owl he'd killed upstairs. But that didn't mean he didn't worry as she set her head back against the wall and practically went to sleep right there.
Carl darted in from the kitchen, two cans tucked up under his arm. No one spoke as he set them down. Dog food. Carl had found canned dog food and acted like it was a feast. He was shattering hearts by the moment. Rick heard the grinding of his can opener and finally looked over. He crossed the living room and took the open can from his son. He read the label and without another thought, chucked it into the fireplace.
Lin, who had her eyes shut and ignoring practically the whole world, jumped sky high at the sound. Daryl's hand shot to her knee to comfort her, to get her to calm down. She set her hand over his and squeezed. Still no one spoke. Until T-Dog hissed from the window. Lin sighed. He was lookout and that meant walkers inbound.
Lin helped Lori stand but the moment she was on her feet, Daryl had Lin's hand in his, pulling her out the back door. She jumped on the bike, taking his crossbow when Daryl handed it to her. He put his foot down on the kicker arm and hit hard until it started. He waited only a few moments until everyone was ready then gunned it to the front of the line, leading everyone away from the walkers chasing them down the dirt road. Lin held on tight to Daryl, unafraid of the contact like she once was. Daryl took his right hand off the high handle bars and slipped her hand underneath his vest to hold onto his shirt if she fell asleep. He feared that she was going to.
