I'm Right Here

Chapter Four

  I go with Rick,  Carl and Michelle.  We're going back to where the Grimeses used to live.  We're going to get weapons.

 What could  possibly go wrong. I think as we see a section of the street that has traps for walkers everywhere,  protecting a lot of guns.

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   A lot. A lot could go wrong. I thought as Carl and I tried to avoid being  shot. A man covered from head to toe went after Rock,  only to be shot by Carl.  I looked back and forth between them.

  Rick looked at the wound,  only to realize that there was none. Lucky guy. I think.

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  “I was thinking that we could get a crib for Judith." Carl said. The rest of us looked at him skeptically. Carl explained about the store. 

 
What's he up to. I wondered.

“You can't  go on your own." Rick said. “You won't be able to carry it."

  Carl blinked.  He obviously hadn't thought of that. He thought about it for a minute.

  “Maybe Sierra  could go with me." He said hesitantly.

  “Sierra  and Michonne will both go with you." Rick said.

   We exited the building.

  “You don't have to come with me." Carl said to us.

  “Save it Carl what are you up to?" I said before Michonne could say anything. 

  “None of your business." He said defensively.  He began to walk away. I tuned out his and Michonne's conversation,  thinking about the book was reading back at the prison. We eventually stopped at a little  Cafe. 

  Wait,  why are we here? I think. The cafe is

 

 

  Baby Judith was healthy,  my dad and I were on speaking terms again,  Merle was dead,  The Governor  was about  to attack us,  and Carl was pissed off at everyone.

  Just a normal  day here at the prison.

  Beth,  Hershel,  Judy, Carl and I were away from the prison. Rich had us leave so we would be safe while they took care of The Governor.  None of us really minded except  Carl,  who was being  an asshole about it.

  We were waiting,  hoping that the rest of the group was okay,  when a boy ran to where we were. We pointed our weapons at him.  His bright blue eyes widened in surprise and fear.

  “Put the gun down." Hershel said.

  The boy nodded. “Okay." He said. “Here.  Take it." He added,  trying  to hand the gun to Carl.  Carl didn't move.

  BANG!

The boy crumpled to the ground.  I stared in shock and horror as Carl lowered his gun.

  Oh my God. I thought. Hershel and Beth's faces reflected my own feelings.

Oh my God. Oh my God.  Carl just...  He just shot...  Oh my God.

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You'd think that after witnessing the dead rise and make multiple attempts to eat your  flesh,  nothing would surprise you.  But unfortunately,  that isn't the case.

  I was still trying to process the fact that my best friend had just shot someone who was surrendering. A kid. A boy that was only a few years older than us. Someone who probably didn't even want to be there in the first place.

I sighed. I wonder if they'll get back anytime soon. Rick and several of the others had gone back to Woodbury to rescue Andrea.

I was  standing by the gate,  waiting for them to get back,  when I saw a bus drive up to the gates. What the- why? I thought. 

The doors opened,  and about fifty people  exited. I froze.

  So... Many... People...

  Somehow,  Carl ended up standing next to me.  I took a step away from him.  We went to where Rick was.

“What is this?" Carl demanded angrily. 

“They're  going to live with us." Rick replied calmly.

  Carl stormed away,  obviously unhappy.

  I turned to Rick.

“Where's  Andrea?" I asked.

  Rock looked at me sadly.

“She didn't make it." He said. 

  I felt my heart stop.  Tears began to form as I nodded and stumbled away. 

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“Sierra." She says to me.  I look up from where I'm sitting.  I'm reading a book- Fahrenheit 451 this time.

“Yes?" I say,  moving an ebony colored strand of hair out of my face

“You need to do something besides read for once." She says.

“No." I say, looking back at my book.

She sighs.

“Why do you even care?" I ask,  turning the page.

“Because being as antisocial as you are is a bit unhealthy." She says.

“What do I do then?" I ask.

“Talk with Carl." She suggests.

“He hates me." I say.

She sighs.  “Talk to Beth."

“What would we even talk about? It's not exactly like we can gossip about  the hottest celebrities,  or discuss who on the farm should date who."

  She sighed again.

  “Look.  I'll leave you alone if you just try to be more social."  She says. “Just try to talk to Carl,  Beth,  Hershel, Lori, Glenn,  I don't  care,  just talk to someone  for fifteen  minutes."

  I sigh before standing up.

  “It's for your  own good."  She assured me.

  Mind your own business for once. I thought unhappily  as I went to look for Carl.