It's been almost eight months since they left the farm. Despite Rick killing Shane, Emily and Carl remained the best of friends. This changes when feelings that weren't there before spark up and change their friendship forever.
When the group finds...
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"Olivia isn't with them. I-" Alex took a seat on the tin floor next to me. He held his face in one hand and the other laid on his knee. "This entire time I believed that if I did whatever I could to get you back to Carl then maybe, just maybe, she'd be with the others too."
I stayed quiet as I stared at my heartbroken friend. He had talked to Maggie and Glenn about whether or not they had seen Olivia escape from the prison. I placed a comforting hand on his arm as he thought about the girl he cared so much for.
"Have you asked Sasha or Bob? Maybe Daryl will know, you haven't asked him either." I suggested, giving his arm a tiny squeeze of encouragement.
He nodded and sat there for a moment before getting enough courage to ask the others for some answers. I understood his need for answers. I had just gotten answers as well, just not the ones I wanted. I had questioned Carl about Judith only to be told that she was gone. I had placed myself into a state of denial that the little girl who resembled her deceased mother was gone for good.
I focused back to what I was doing. The group had decided to create makeshift weapons for the time being out of pieces of wood and our belts. Unfortunately for me, I never wore a belt, so I was stuck with a piece of wood and the small pocketknife that I always kept hidden in my bra. It was embarrassing to pull it out in front of Carl and the others, but it gave me something to help sharpen the pieces of wood.
"Hey." Carl whispered, placing a hand on mine. I stopped what I was doing and peered over to him. He shifted uncomfortably for a moment before gazing into my eyes. He spoke so low that I could barely hear him, so I knew no one else could either despite the close proximity. "Daryl and Alex told me what happened after the prison before you guys met up with us."
My stomach felt as though it were eating itself as he spoke. "I know they wouldn't lie and neither would you. But I still need to hear you tell me what happened. It needs to be you." His eyes were serious and held my attention. I nodded at his words. I understood that he wanted me to explain. That it had to be me. "So when we get out of here, I want you to tell me so we can get passed this. I don't want to lose you like this."
"You won't." I stated, "You won't. Not in a million lifetimes."
I kissed his cheek before turning back to the wood that I had been twiddling with in my hand. I listened in as Abraham, the red haired muscle man from before spoke up. "They seemed nice enough, but I was ready to go. We just got here, but damn, it was time to go. When I told them about DC, a wink and a nod from the head asshole in charge, they pulled their guns and it was back to our regularly scheduled shitstorm."
Abraham was friends with the mullet man and the pretty Latina girl, who I later found out was Eugene and Rosita. Eugene miraculously knew the cure to all of this mess and it was Abraham's and Rosita's mission to get the mullet loving man to Washington where he would execute his secret plan to extinguish any of the undead.
