I'm Right Here

Chapter Three

  I found myself  face to face with someone I thought was dead. Someone  I hope I'd never see again. He stood in front  of us.  His hand was gone,  replaced with some  blade. 

  I felt sick. Merle looked at Glenn,  Maggie,  and I. I held my gun up at him. I didn't  trust him.

  He looked at me,  pretending  to be shocked.

  “Sierra Marie Dixon." He said. “You wouldn't  shoot yer  own uncle would  ya?"

  Somehow,  there was a small scuffle  and he had grabbed  Maggie. He forced us to go with him.  To wear,  I didn't know. But I didn't  want to.  As he forced us into the car,  I looked back at the basket  that held baby formula.  I thought  I saw movement  nearby. Just your imagination.  I told  myself  as we were kidnapped.

«» «» «» «»  «» «»  «» «» «» «» «» «» «» «» «»«» «» «» «» «» «» «» «» «» «» «» «» «» «» «»

I hated Merle. He had bossed my dad around for as long as I could remember, and most  likely before then too.  I was home schooled,  learning  with books.  There was a book  for anything,  I had learned by the time I was eight. Addition,  subtraction,  animals,  television, cars, carpet cleaning.  You name it,  and chances  are,  someone  had managed to fill an entire  book  with it.  Merge and my dad would be gone most of the day while I stayed with the closest  old lady in the area.  I swear,  they knew every  retiree in the state  of Georgia. I grew up with no friends,  and a hatred for everything.  Because of stupid Merle. 

  And now,  because  of Merle,  Maggie was in one room,  I was in another. And I could  hear Glenn  being  beaten  by Merle in another.

   I waited.

   And waited.

   And waited.

  A man wearing  an eyepatch walked into the room.

  He  looked at me with his sole blue eye.

  He spoke to me gently. 

  “Listen,” He said.  “We just want to know where your group is. Then we can take you back to them.  Or,  if you'd like,  you could stay here.  There are other  kids your age.  You'd make friends,  it would be safe." he said to me. I rolled my eyes.

  “I'm  twelve.  I'm not an idiot." I said “I know you're lying."

  He looked  furious.  He turned and left the room. 

  I spaced out for a while.  I thought my dad,  the group,  the baby...  I hope they have enough formula to last for a while longer... I thought. I continued to think about the group  until I got to Carl.  I sighed gently.  I thought about  him.  The hat his dad gave him that he always wore. His smile.  His bright blue eyes.  His laugh. All things  I'll probably never see or hear again...  I thought.  I started to cry. 

  It was a few minutes  later when the  eyepatch dude walked in again. He grabbed me by my hair and half lead,  half dragged me out of the room. He then pushed me into another  room where Green was holding a distraught Maggie. I sat down on the floor. 

  I hope they both die.  I thought  about Merle and Eyepatch. 

.*.*.*.*.*. *. *. *. *.*.*.*. *. *. *. *. *.*.*.*. *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. *.*.*.

  “Daddy!" I screeched, running  into his arms. We had just saved my dad and Merle.

  He picked me up and I giggled. Everything's okay for now. I thought.  Too bad I didn't  realize that “Now" equals “An hour." In the apocalypse.