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Chapter Seventeen

MEADOW FLETCHER'S POV
May 30, 2017
9:34 AM

I hopped over the wall, landing on the ground. I needed to feel the soil underneath my shoes again, I needed to be out here. It was in my nature.

I walked through the woods, stopping a bit at the tree. In the distance I heard a piece of metal clinging, I was about to run in the direction of it until a hand grabbed my wrist, I looked back, glaring at Carl, "I knew it." He had his hat back on his head.

"Hey, you came out her by yourself, without a gun." "I have my knife, Carl. I'm fine." "Let's walk together then." Carl shrugged his shoulders, I nodded, scratching my head, "Let's."

We walked together, going deeper into the woods, I heard walkers snarling. I looked at Carl, my eyes pleading. He let out a sigh, running with me towards the sound, we came to a white house, Rick was standing there, taking his blade out. He looked at Carl and I, nodding his head. My eyes averted to the walkers, I unholstered my blade, getting closer, "Get ready." Rick said. I kicked a walker back, sinking the knife into its skull as it laid on the ground. Carl took down another. I used my arm to push the walker back, I backed up, a hand latched down onto my ankle. Carl and I stabbed the walker in the head, I kicked my leg free from the walker that was underneath all the rubble. Rick was about to put a metal pole through it's skull, "Dad." Carl looked at him, his eyes asking for the pole, Rick handed it to him, nodding his head as Carl stuck the pole in the base of it's skull.

"What were you two doing out there anyway?" Rick asked, the gate opened fully. Glenn was arguing with a man. The argue quickly turned into a fist fight, Rick ran towards it. Carl put his arm in front of me, we watched. The gates closed behind us, we watched as Rick split Daryl and one of the guys up. Ryan had a cut on his face, "All of you turn in your weapons!" Deanna yelled, "Rick and his group is a part of this community now!"

Carl looked at me and I looked back at him, he had blood on his cheek, I pressed my thumb against his cheek, wiping the blood away.

I sat at the table, poker chips in front of me. Noah looked at his cards, throwing them down, "Dammit, I fold." I looked at my cards, "I call," I threw three chips in, Carl smirked, "All in." "You're bluffing." "Guess you'll have to see." I grinned, putting my whole stack of chips in the middle of the table, "All in." I showed my cards and so did Carl, I had a flush and Carl had a king high, "Are you kidding me, right now." Carl threw his head back, "Read it and weep!" I began to take the chips from the middle, Rick walked down the stairs, dressed in a cop uniform. Everyone looked at him, watching as he walked outside.

"We're staying."