𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎 ᵀᵂᴰ¹

01. 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝘼𝙍𝙈

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 || 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘍𝘈𝘙𝘔
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[ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ, ᴀʏᴇ
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ ᴏʀ ɢʟᴏʀʏ?
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ? ]

    ROLAND'S MUSCLES PULSED in pain as he ran through the large open field. The sun beating down on him and causing sweat to drip from his hairline. Sliding down and hitting his cheeks as he pushed his body to the farthest limit he ever has as he ran behind his father who held Carl's pale and limp figure in his arms. Causing only the panic within Roland build with each second and step they took closer to where Otis was directing them. The man who was hunting a deer and how small of a chance it had been that Carl was hit in the process. All of this was just a fluke of chances that shouldn't have happened in the first place.

Pants left both Grimes lips as they pushed themselves to try and run as fast as they could to the farm that the hunter had pointed them in the direction to. It was rather convenient that the one time that Carl can feel happy is when he has to be at the worst timing. Especially when staring at a deer unknown of their presence.

Seeing his father start to slow down, Roland stopped in front of him. "Let me take him." He rushed out and Rick didn't question it and handed his son to his much more athletic son. Turning and beginning to sprint, not giving his body a chance to rest. He couldn't. His younger brother's life was on the line and Carl wasn't allowed to die before Roland. No way in hell would that happen in a million years.

Behind the three grimes was Shane Walsh, an old friend of Rick's that were partners when being cops mattered in the world and Otis. The man who was so conveniently hunting the deer that the bullet went straight through the animal and pierced the young Grimes stomach. Creating a larger problem none of them needed to deal with at this point in time.

"Hey, you move, shithead. Come on, get us there." Shane ordered, grabbing the large man and pulling him to quicken his pace. Ignoring how Otis was wheezing from the loss of breath and exhaustion of his body being pushed farther than the other three.

Roland didn't stop running, he had to make sure Carl was alive. "How far?" Rick yelled. "How far?!" He repeated impatiently as Roland slowed his pace, trying to ease his muscles for a moment as he panted. His face scrunched up in pain from the ragged breaths leaving his lips in attempts to keep himself awake when he wouldn't mind just passing out right at this moments. A stitch in his abs very much there as he wanted nothing more then to just lay down and sleep this pain off, but knew he couldn't. "Another half-mile that way," Otis told them, pointing them in the direction of the supposed farm was located. A heavy pant leaving Roland's lips as he nodded to nobody but himself.