Hush Baby Im here

Chapter 3

The next morning I felt so much better than I had in a long time. My muscles were used to working again. I crawled out of my hearse. Happy to see every one made it through the night. I couldn't stop my self from smiling. Maybe we could live here. Or maybe we could find some place better than the prison.

"If you don't have hope. Then what's the point of living?" The phrase always echoed inside my head. I clung to that memory, it was vivid in my mind, it felt like he was still alive.

Rick was going to leave and burn the walker bodies from yesterday and last night. He was the only one leaving so I asked if I could tag along.

"Are you sure you're strong enough?" He asked just before sliding over the hood of an old Volkswagen.

"I can help." Was all I said, I honestly didn't know if I was strong enough to carry them off. But I knew if I didn't leave the camp and move around I'd think lots, and I was sick of thinking.

I helped him load them up onto the box of an old blue Chevy. The only vehicle outside of the Pentagon. It was hard even though I knew Rick was actually taking most the weight. When it came to the deformed one, the one I killed. Rick stopped for a second and observed the body, but he shook off whatever he was thinking and we carried on.

I internally sighed, and got into the other side of the truck. We drove in silence for a few minutes.

"Where do we burn 'em?" I asked, turning to face him.

"There's a pit someone must have dug a while ago just ten minutes away. The smoke draws them there and they fall in, staying away from us." I nodded in understanding.

"So how did you all reunite?" I asked.

He never took his eyes off the road, "Daryl was taken in by a group of men, me Carl and Michonne encountered them earlier. They were looking for me. When they caught up to us they had Daryl." Was all he said. I knew there was far more to the story and there were a lot of questions buzzing in my head, but I let be.

"And the others?" I continued.

"There were these signs for this place that provided sanctuary. Maggie was with Bob and Sasha and Glenn was with Tara. They ran into Abraham's crew and helped Glenn find Maggie. They all went to find sanctuary. We did too. When we got there." He trailed off. Reliving it all I guess. I do that lots too, its hard to avoid it when you have to encounter details you wanted to forget.

"They were sick, and hungry and went to the extreme for food. The rest of the group was there. And they were getting ready to slaughter us. That's when Carol and Tireese blew up the compartment we were being held in. Carol had Judith. We all escaped." He stopped. That was all there was to tell I guessed.

We pulled onto a field and drove into the middle. There was a four meter deep hole. It was twice the size of the truck and there was still a small stream of smoke whiffing out. The ground was littered with black charred bones and dirt. There were four still walking around inside the hole. Rick pulled a knife from his belt and they all took notice of us. They slugged to where we were standing, their hands reaching out for us, groaning and hissing.

I turned to rick, "do you jump in?' I ask. He hasn't made any move to get in, just staring down thinking.

"Nah there's a spear in the back of the truck that we use" I turned to retrieve but he stuck his hand out to stop me.

"First we need to talk." He said.

"Okay, what do you want to talk about?" My lips pursed. I tend to do that when I'm nervous.

"Last night," he continued "Daryl told me he saw faint out lines of blood stains on your body, deep in your palms. And by the looks of that walker-" he pointed towards the trucks and his other hand hung by his side. "Some one had to get there hands real dirty."