"Whats that up ahead?" I yelled to Daryl over his loud motorcycle.
"I don't know!" He yelled back. He stopped his motorcycle and Dale stopped the RV. We both got off.
"Looks like a farm. Did that girl on the horse say anything about a farm?" I asked.
"No, but she was on a horse so that could be where they are." Glenn answered.
"Alright. Lets check it out."
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We pulled up to the farm and I saw Shane sitting on the porch. I jumped off the motorcycle and ran towards the house. Shane tried to hold me back but I pushed past him. I saw Lori right away, she looked terrible. I didn't even ask her, she just pointed towards one of the bedrooms. Rick and an old man were sitting on opposite sides of the bed. Rick had his head in his heads. Carl was laying on the bed with his shirt off, eyes closed. The old man looked up at me.
"Oh my god." I whispered and covered my mouth with my hands.
Rick looked up at me. Tears were streaming down his face and his torso was covered in blood. I walked over to the bedside.
"What happened?" I sat on the side of the bed with my knees touching the ground. My vision was starting to blur from the tears falling down my face.
"My man Otis saw a buck." The old man responded.
A woman with blond hair walked in with needles, blood bags, gauze, and other equipment. Maybe the old man was a doctor. We could use him. I left the room and walked out to Lori. She was sitting at the kitchen table. I sat down next to her and held her hands.
"Im starting to wonder if we should just let Carl be." She said in a barely audible voice.
"Don't think like that."
"I can't help it. He shouldn't have to live in a world like this."
"You cant help how the world is now. But Carl is strong and he needs his mom thinking positive right now."
"He doesn't know how to protect himself."
"So teach him." I squeezed her hands reassuringly and smiled a little.
I walked back outside. Glenn, Dale, T-dog, and Andrea were talking to the girl that was on the horse. Daryl was looking around. Shane stood up.
"How is he? I can't go in there and look at him like that." Shane asked.
"He's fine." I angrily responded.
"Come on, you're still mad about the other night?"
He can't be serious.
"Fuck you." I sneered and walked away.
The girl on the horse introduced herself as Maggie. Her dad is Hershel, her sister Beth and her boyfriend Jimmy, and Patricia and her husband Otis.
I walked over to Daryl. "How's the kid doin'?"
"He's losing a lot of blood."
"He'll be fine."
"How can you be sure?"
"He's Rick's son. Rick is one tough son of a bitch."
Hershel walked out of the house. He looked us all over. "I don't want you all here too long. As soon as the child is healed I want you gone."
We all nodded our heads.
Hershel turned to Shane and said something. Shane nodded his head and went inside. He came back out with a large bag and his gun.
"Where you going?" Daryl asked.
"We need medicine for Carl." Shane answered.
Otis quickly walked out behind him. "Im responsible. I ain't gonna sit here while this fella takes this on alone." He looked down.
"There's a high school not too far from here that was turned into a FEMA awhile back. There should still be supplies left. Enough for the boy to live." Otis continued.
They got in a truck and rode off.
"Y'all look hungry. How about some dinner?" Maggie asked.
"Sounds great." I smiled.
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After dinner we set up our tents. Shane and Otis still weren't back. Rick hadn't left Carl's side and I don't think he will until Carl's healed.
We set up a small fire and were sitting around it. Maggie, Patricia, Beth, and Jimmy joined us.
"How have you survived up here? This place seems untouchable." Dale asked.
"The walkers dont come up this far." Maggie answered.
"Daddy says it's good luck." Beth smiled. She had her head rested on Jimmy's shoulder.
"Good luck can turn bad real quick." Daryl mumbled. I nudged him a little and mouthed the word "don't."
Hershel walked out and joined us. He sat next to Patricia and held her hand. She looked worried and Hershel gave her a reassuring squeeze.
"Bethy, why dont you sing for everyone?" Hershel asked.
"I don't know." She seemed shy.
"You know that's the one thing I miss from the old world. Music." I got a few nods of agreement in return.
"Come on. We don't bite." T-dog smiled.
"Ok."
Of all the money that e'er I had
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas it was to none but me
And all I've done
For want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Goodnight and joy be with you all
After she was done we clapped. "You have a beautiful voice." I complemented her.
"Thank you." She quietly said.
"Well, I think its time to turn in for the night." Hershel announced.
Maggie, Patricia, Beth, and Jimmy headed back inside. Everyone got into their tents. Daryl and I were about to get in ours but we stopped when we saw a pair of lights approach the farm. Shane and Otis were back but there was one problem.
Otis wasn't with Shane.
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