Weak//c.g ✔️

Chapter Fifteen

MEADOW FLETCHER AND CARL GRIMES
May 20, 2017
10:45 AM

MEADOW didn't understand the true definition of dehydration until now. Her body was weak, she couldn't talk. The heat radiated onto the group. Dehydration and hunger, they had nothing. Any cricks that were nearby, were dried up. She ripped her jacket off of her, throwing it to the ground. Meadow forced her feet to move, pushing on. They were far away from Georgia now.

She was drenched in sweat, she heard the snarls far behind her. She turned her head around, looking at the walkers. She turned back around, her feet still moving in front of her. Everyone was silent.

The walkers were drawing near. Meadow kept walking, just listening to the walkers. She felt dizzy, she pushed herself to keep going. Ryan patted Meadow's back. She continued looking forward. The group stopped at the bridge, they came up with a plan to get rid of the walkers. Meadow watched as they pushed the walkers down the side of the bridge, Sasha stabbed a walker in the head. Everyone else began fighting the walkers. Meadow wanted to move and go help, but she just couldn't.

"Dad, look." Carl said, as they were walking they came upon cars. Meadow search a brown Sedan, it had nothing in it.

The group sat together, tired, hungry, thirsty. Everyone listened as the thunder rumbled. It was quiet again, until there was rustling that came from the woods, dogs emerged from the woods, barking and growling. Everyone took their weapons out, the dogs got closer.

Silenced shots and whimpers. Meadow looked at Sasha, swallowing the dryness in her mouth, her eyes wide. Rick got up, his mouth twitching as he grabbed some branches, "You can't be serious." Meadow spoke up, her stomach grumbled, Rick nodded at her, breaking the branches and putting them on the ground.

Meadow put the meat in her mouth, chewing, looking ahead. They were once someone's dogs, someone's pet. She didn't care, she was starving. She looked at the fire, mowing down on the meat. This world really did change people.

It was the next day, they were walking again. Meadow's feet trudged in front of her. She wasn't hungry. They were passing around a bottle of water. Meadow took a tiny sip, passing it to Carl and Judith. Her feet burned, blisters forming.

She stopped once she saw the water in the road, her eyes widened. Rick picked up the note, showing it to Daryl, "What else are we gonna do?" Rosita asked. "Not this." Meadow sighed, "I'll try it." She offered, "No." Ryan and Carl said at the same time. "We can't."

The thunder began to rumble again, Meadow looked up at the sky, rain started to fall. She closed her eyes, letting the rain fall onto her. Everyone began laughing.

"Everyone, fill something up." Meadow put her metal flask on the ground. The thunder boomed and clapped. She wiped her face off with the ran, opening her mouth. "Let's keep moving!" Rick yelled, the storm was coming in heavy, Judith began crying.

"There's a barn." "Where?"

Rick and Daryl entered the barn first, making sure there weren't any surprises. "Come on!" They yelled. Everyone piled into the barn.

Meadow laid on the ground, Judith laying next to her, on a blanket. She was on her side, watching as Judith slept, listening to the rain and thunder. They others made a tiny fire, Meadow listened to the fire crackle. Carl walked over, laying on the other side of Judith. He laid on his side, looking at Judith, then Meadow, "She sleeps well when she's with you." He whispered. She grinned, "I know." Her eyelids grew heavy, "Goodnight, Cowboy Carl." "Night, Meadow." He chuckled. She closed her eyes, soft snores falling out of her mouth. Carl watched her for a bit, making sure she was sleeping well, making sure there were no disturbances. When it felt right, he closed his eyes, drifting to sleep as well.