Dixon or Grimes

Chapter 6

Stumbling out of the woods my foot gets caught on a fallen branch causing me to fall over. My hands landing on the rocky road groaning from the pain resonating from my leg and ribs. Rick grabs my arm "I got it" I sibilate pushing myself up, wrapping my arm around his waist "Put your weight on me" I huff breathlessly. Carl walks ahead of us both rick and I limping behind him "Carl, slow down" rick rasps blood dripping out of his mouth "Stop" I yell sucking in another breath. He stops in the middle of the road his back facing us "We need to stay together, we gotta find a place, food, supplies" rick pants both of us stopping beside carl.

Pulling his arm away off my shoulders he places it on carls shoulder "Hey, we're gonna be" rick cuts himself off when carl looks back at him emotionlessly. Turning away from us he walks away, limping forward I grunt in pain my teeth grinding together. We continue down the long road till we spot a bar with bikes and cars in the parking lot. Sweat beading down my face and neck I slump against the side of the building. Rick pulls open the screen door the rusted hinges groaning in protest from not being used "Wait outside okay, keep watch" rick instructs looking back at carl and I.

"You keep watch you can barely stand I'm not gonna let you go in there alone" carl argues "Excuse me" rick growls. Wiping the sweat from my forehead I step away from the stone wall "He's right rick, you're not doing this by yourself" I agree standing beside carl. Looking at the door he grabs that handle "Let's go," pushing the door open he raises his gun quickly moving in. Walking behind carl we move around the building "Kitchens clear" rick calls. Pushing open a door we walk into a room with a bunch of chairs stacked holding a walker behind them.

"That might be all that's left" rick says pointing his gun at the hot sauce behind the counter. The two walk forward the walker becoming more restless, "I can get it from here" carl admits. "No, no it's weak. I'll draw it out" rick protests putting his gun away and grabbing the hatchet on the table. Grabbing the chairs "Stay back" he demands yanking the chairs back releasing the walker. Bringing the walker down on its head he tries pulling it out "Damnit, don't I-" carl fires, the walker collapsing on the floor. Rick almost falls over with it my arms flying out instinctively "I said not to" rick gruffs looking back at carl.

"You couldn't do it with the axe" carl yells back "I had it, every bullet counts. Woulda needed that one later see whatcha can find and let's move on" he barks pulling the axe out of the walkers head. Rick heads towards the kitchen me following behind him, opening the cabinets and drawers I pull out a couple water bottles putting them on the counter. Taking a step I yelp when the pain in my calf shoots up my leg, "Sit" rick grunts. Sitting down on the floor rick grabs the counter lowering himself to the tile. Taking my jacket off I pull off the ruined shirt handing it to him.

Ripping the bottom half off he ties it around my leg my face scrunching up from the pain. When he's done pulling on the bloody fabric he places his hand on my stomach the bump visible. My face softens and my eyes fall to ricks blood covered hand "How far along" he rasps. Swallowing the tears in my throat I answer "I think it's four." Pulling his hand away I quickly grab his arm looking up at him and taking in his swollen and bloodied face "I didn't know till the baby started moving I swear" I explain my lower lip trembling. His pupils dilated and his jaw tightened, sniffing he pulls his arm out of my weak hold and pulling himself up.

Grabbing my jacket I stand up turning my ankle in a circle to make sure there's still blood flow. Watching him grab the things he shoves them in a cloth bag walking out of the kitchen. The tears build up distorting my vision, taking deep breaths I force my tears back. Running my hand over my belly I bite my lip silently cursing myself, wiping my nose in my jacket I walk out of the room meeting with the two by the door. Continueing on the road I shuffle behind a limping rick my hand never leaving my bump, crossing over tracks I walk faster catching up with rick.