𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎 ᵀᵂᴰ¹

02. 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝙄𝙏 𝙏𝘼𝙆𝙀𝙎

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 || 𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙 𝘐𝘛 𝘛𝘈𝘒𝘌𝘚
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[ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ, ᴀʏᴇ
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ ᴏʀ ɢʟᴏʀʏ?
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ? ]

    PEACE AND QUIET was a godsend for Roland. He'd become so used to the occasional chatter from the ones around him or even the sound of the engine humming. But when there was nothing bothering him and he had a free space of mind to think, he took advantage of it. Recalling the good days before the world fell apart in front of him and how much he'd lost already. All his friends that died right in front of him while he did what he was good at. He ran.

All he ever wanted since this entire thing started was a place he could settle down in and rest. In the first camp they had, he was able to do that, but would still sleep with one eye open just in case. But he wanted to be able to sleep in a warm bed and not have nightmares of what could be waiting for him the next time he left camp. And Roland could be thinking a bit too eagerly, but the thought of staying on Hershel's farm did cross his mind. In fact, it was a constant thought that liked to linger in his mind whenever it could.

And it's not like Roland thought about the possibilities of their being some other type of safe haven for him and the group he was with. Judging by how cautious Hershel seemed when he and his dad showed up with Carl dying in his arms, it was in Roland's right to say to guess Hershel only wanted his family here. Hell, if Roland had a farm this big, having a place as protected like this, he'd only want his family there. Having more people on the property was too much and would draw any walkers into the area. But that didn't stop him from hoping that the older man could show mercy on them and allow them to stay. It was the right thing to do in Roland's mind at least.

Screaming cut through the air, making the hair on the back of Roland's neck stand up. Hearing it from inside, he rushed to his feet and swung the front door open. Entering the bedroom where Carl was being treated and taking in the scene in front of him. Carl laying on the bed screaming his lungs out with Shane holding him down. Hershel doing the surgery and taking the pieces of the bullet shrapnel out while Otis's wife got Rick ready to transfer blood.

"Stop! You're killing him!" Rick yelled as Roland rushed over, taking Carl's hand and letting the boy squeeze it as hard as possible. "Rick, do you want him to live?" Hershel fired back, not removing his eyes from the task at hand which was Carl. Roland caught his brother's eyes and Sam leaned forward. "It's going to be alright, Carl. Just hold on, buddy. Do you hear me? It's going to be alright." He comforted as the boy groaned in pain. Soon a scream escaping making Roland physically feel pain in his chest at the sound as he clamped his eyes shut and let his head rest against Carl's.