Fuelling Forces || The Walking Dead

Part 4: Hershel's Farm

The group drove a fairly long way before we encountered a highway full of blocked cars. My gut told me to be very uneasy about this. When we turned back to the group, we saw that the RV was smoking from the bonnet. I let out a shaky breath and shared a look with Daryl. This was heavily dangerous, we wouldn't have much peace before a horde came along. It was too quiet in this joint anyways.

The group collectively decided to gather fuel and other important stuff while we waited for Dale to get cracking on the engine. I managed to find some proper canned foods and put it nearby the RV. Carl found a set of knives. He showed it to Rick.

I still didn't feel okay with just standing by like this. Too many variables were in play here. I helped T-Dog siphon fuel for all the cars we needed and just some extra more in containers for the journey. We made sure all the vehicles and bikes were filled-up just in case we needed to clear a path quickly and bulldose some Walkers.

I heard it before I saw it.

A Walker herd was slowly incoming. I kept my head down sprinting for the group. I knew this was a bad idea!

Rick caught my frantic waving and pointing towards the floor, telling everyone to get under a car and keep quiet. I was stuck shoulder-to-shoulder with Shane underneath a truck. Luckily I had one of my katana's out and ready. I was careful not to clang the blade with the tar.

Shane was looking at me carefully, breathing heavily. He wasn't sure what to do either. Would we just wait it out? I was relatively calm until I heard Sophia's squeal of terror. It all went balls up from that point.

"No. No. No." I muttered to myself rolling out from under the car and sprinting towards Sophia's descending silhouette. I took down a Walker, flourishing my wrist extremely quickly and ran with Rick towards Sophia.

I would not let this little girl get taken, over my dead body would that happen! She won't die. My heart was racing in panic-mode as I chased Sophia.

"Stay back with Daryl!" I slipped on the dry grass as Rick snarled frantically at me.

I paused, smacking a tree head on. I groaned in pain as walked back to the group in a fury.

"What was that?" Shane asked me angrily, grabbing my arm.

I let out a squeak of pain looking at my blue bruised arm further glaring at his hand, counting the seconds until I could take his head off his body. I would have to get this arm wrapped so that it could heal.

"Shane drop it." Lori warned, crossing her arms.

"You could have stayed underneath the truck." Shane hissed at me.

I glared at him through my eyelashes.

Who was this prick to tell me what I could and couldn't do?!

"I can take care of myself Shane." I told him lowly staring at him through my eyelashes.

"Oh really? That's not what your dead baby is telling me." He told me sarcastically.

I lunged at Shane, knocking him down with my fist and holding my sword to his throat. Said guy was holding his nose with a grimace. He had no right.

"You don't get to tell me that you asshole. You weren't there, were you? You have no right to even mention my child to me. That girl out there is another woman's child, and I would hate for Carol to go through the same thing I did. Do you understand me? Sophia is very close to me, and I'll be damned if I didn't go and run after her. I would do the same for Carl, or any one of this group for that matter. So leave me alone asshole." I told him with a menacing tone accompanying my voice.