We got out at a camp. They all started to yell at Glenn for being to loud. He brought me to a quarry with lots of people, a camper, and tents.
"Come on, you're gonna love it here. The rest will be here soon." We both got out at the same time. I grabbed my bag and they started hounding him the questions. A familiar voice was demanding Glenn to pop the hood, he did. But one the hood shut, and the car was quiet.
"Hey, Shane." He looked at me and didn't believe it for a second.
"Yeah, I have a new person. Surprise!" Glenn said with no enthusiasm at all. Shane stepped around the car in disbelief. He pulled me into a hug and I heard the truck pull up.
I looked around and my knees nearly buckled.
"Lori! Carl!" They started to run over but I put my hand up for them to stop.
"You guys are gonna like this one." I looked back at the truck. Everybody else had ran to there families but Rick still didn't know they were here. Lori and Carl looked sad. Lori bent down to Carl and it looked like he was going to cry.
No, he's here. Somehow I couldn't find the words. Shane slowly let me go. They started to talk about how we got out. Rick still hadn't shown up.
Morales told them "crazy helicopter boy" Morales called to him and I finally saw Rick step out. Shane had to take a step back. I looked at Lori and Carl, they had the widest eyes. Rick was pointing at his family, he didn't believe it either.
Everybody watched in shock and disbelief as son ran to his father, then husband to wife. I laughed. I guess I couldn't believe it either.
"Disoriented. I guess that comes closest. Disoriented. Fear, confusion-all of those things but... disoriented comes closest." Rick told the group while he sat with his family. I sat in between the Grime's and Glenn.
"Words can be a meager things. Sometimes they fall short." An elderly man told Rick.
"I felt like I'd been ripped out of my life and put somewhere else. For awhile I thought I was trapped in some coma dream, something I might not wake up from ever."
"Mom said you died."
"She had every reason to believe that. Don't you ever doubt it." Rick told Carl.
"When things started to get really bad, they told me at the hospital that they were gonna medevac you and the other patients to Atlanta, and it never happened." Lori told Rick, almost like she had to explain herself.
"Well, I'm not surprised after Atlanta fell. And from the look of that hospital, it got overran." Rick told them.
"Yeah, looks don'd deceive. I barely got them out, you know?" Shane told Rick.
"I can't tell you how grateful I am to you, Shane. I can't begin to express it."
"There go those words falling short again. Paltry things." There was silence but then there a piece of wood falling from another group.
Shane went to go scold a man for putting another piece of wood in the fire. He came back to sit down.
"Have you given any thought to Daryl Dixon? He won't be happy to hear that his brother got left behind." Dale asked Shane.
"I'll tell him. I dropped the key. It's on me." T-dog claimed.
"I cuffed him. That makes it mine."Rick told him.
"Guys, it's not a competition. I don't mean to bring race into this, but it might sound better coming from a white guy." Glenn told T-dog.
Glenn was right. Daryl would immediately bring race into this if T-dog told him.
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Jessamine Dixon lives in the apocalypse
FanfictionTHIS STORY IS CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN BARE WITH ME Currently edited up to *guts**Jessamine didn't start in the apocalypse it's just what she grew up in, and now she's going to have to survive it