It's been almost eight months since they left the farm. Despite Rick killing Shane, Emily and Carl remained the best of friends. This changes when feelings that weren't there before spark up and change their friendship forever.
When the group finds...
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Everything was better the next morning. Or so we thought. Hershel was awake and not taking no for an answer when we suggested that he stay in bed. He was determined to be mobile and of use again, so he was up on crutches.
Lori, Beth, and I hovered around him to make sure he kept his balance on metal supports, but the old man seemed very good at doing so himself. He stated that he wanted to take stroll and even told Carl to give him a few days and then they'll have a race.
We had managed to carefully get Hershel into the prison's courtyard. Daryl, Rick, and Glenn had all gone get to get some firewood. After all, it was still cold and Lori suggested we keep a stack off firewood on hand for when it got too cold.
Everything felt fine, even better than, as we stood in the courtyard, all sporting wide smiles at things beginning to look up. That was until Carl yelled, "Walkers!!"
We all turned to see our bad luck was still with us as walkers flooded the courtyard coming from the same fence that Rick and Daryl closed just a couple days prior. Beth and I led Hershel to a small fenced in area where he and Beth could stay safely. After the father and daughter were safely tucked away in the area, I pulled out my gun and began shooting as many walkers as I could.
I saw T-Dog and Carol running to close the gate and tried to cover them. As T locked the gate, a Walker came out of nowhere taking a bite out of the man's shoulder. Carol and I cried out as T yelled and beat the Walker down. He pulled us into a door that led into the tombs.
We all ran aimlessly through the tombs until T decided to take the lead, saying that he knew a way back to our cell block. Carol insisted that she was going do whatever it took to make sure he didn't turn into one of the deceased being that we were running from, but he simply stated that if it was his time then God would take care of him.
As the two went back and forth, I kept my gun drawn. I knew that I was low on bullets and that if we ran into a herd then we were done for. Sirens began blaring through the tombs causing us to panic more. Suddenly, a few walkers came out of nowhere. T pushed them back against the wall as Carol cried in fear. I cried out for T, but knew it was too late as he kept yelling for us to go. Carol dragged me away from the man that had been my friend since the quarry.
We encountered a few walkers that we either took down with knives or with my last bullets. Once my gun ran out of ammo, Carol stabbed a Walker, but missed hitting its shoulder and not the head. She pushed it to the ground and we kept running. Out of breath, we stopped only to hear more walkers groaning around the corner. Carol opened a door to a closet similar to the one Maggie, Glenn, and I had hid in the day before. We both ducked in and remained quiet.
We were left alone breathing and listening to the sounds of walkers shuffling through the tombs. The sirens from earlier had stopped, thankfully. After a while, Carol had sobbed herself to sleep. I leaned against the wall since I was farther away from the door. I could still hear the walkers outside, but knew it was best to stay put. I didn't have my knife. I had forgotten it in my bag. And I didn't have any bullets. Carol had lost her knife while fighting that one Walker, so we were doomed until someone with weapons found us.
