1.10 - Plans for the future

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Daryl's P.O.V.

The house I assumed Josie and the others to be was a dead end. The barrier of the highway that led to the house was demolished, blood and guts stuck at the metall. "Walkers." I groaned. How did this kid end up with me? How did he even survive until now? Jesus. "You don't say. We look around the area here. If they were here they'd have hints hidden in the house or the trees." Carl nodded and took his gun, caution written on his face as we left the highway.

Grass squeaked beneath our boots and the trees were slippery, too. The weather the last two days was gruesome. But it was funny seeing walkers trip in puddles or slip over the pavement. We needed a good laugh. Hell, the whole world needed a good laugh. I focused my eyes on the small way to the house. Footprints showed that walkers or humans had used it. Eventually we reached the house and stopped dead. The lake was overflown, making the area muddy and the stench of sewage and rotten flesh obvious provoking our noses. A small beach house on stakes was put aside of the lake, but the condition of the wood proved that it could colapse anytime.

"They are gone." I whispered to myself. Getting on my knees, I pressed my hands on my shins and bowed my head, strands of hair covering my sight. "Daryl! I found something!" I heaved my body up, sighed and looked over to Rick's son. Jogging over to him, I watched the field, confused and arched my eyebrows. "Where-?" Instead of answering, he pointed to a four inches thick branch over our heads. A blue bag with dark spreckles on the cloth. I couldn't say whom it belonged to, but a pillow peaked out of it, reminding me of... "Josie!"

Rick's P.O.V.

I was beyond furious. Nobody's attempt of calming me down succeeded. Not only has Josie unknowingly made Abraham, Tara, Rositha and Eugene leave with her to go to Savannah – but Daryl and Carl left too. "We will find them." Carol said. Over the last days she was at my side and tried to cool my temper down. But it was no use.

We knew that they were going to Savannah because Glenn and Maggie caught Daryl talking about it and muttering incoherent words before he fell asleep. So we decided to find Daryl and Carl first before we got to Washington. And we were pretty fast. My feet were speeding up and I was already ahead of the group, strutting into a storehouse's direction. The few walkers we passed were down in a minute. "Rick?" Carol grabbed my arm, stopping me and watched me with concern in her eyes. "Please, try to be foresighted, yeah? We don't know where exactly they are and what will happen by then." She was right. I couldn't storm into an unknown region like a blind fish and say 'Sorry' afterwards. I didn't know about their whereabouts. And finally the biggest question after our rescue mission: what to do with Josie? "Carol I know. But I need Carl to be safe." "He is with Daryl." Carol's expression was so solemn that I believed her. I mean, she was a confident and strong woman and she'd do anything in her might to help us.

"Clear!" I yelled. The storehouse was huge but full of garbage. People had a camp in here long before we cleared the house. They were dead. Not turned, a nice shot in their heads prevented them of getting up again. The main hall was furnished like a military camp. In the very middle was a heater and our 'beds' were situated close to it. "We will stay here for the night. Tomorrow three of us will go on a run. Carol and me will look for any signs of Carl and Daryl." The group nodded. Judith was asleep, cuddling with a dirty toy we found on the road. "What about Josie?" I was stuck. This question hit me like a ball in the face. "Glenn's right. Say, we find them. What will we do if Josie is alive and with them?" "Let her be." I answered and huffed. I didn't like how concerned they were about Josie's being. And nothing could change that. Nothing in this world.

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