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𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐲, yes it is, and Carl was out of that darn bed and with Lori, Ma and I feeding the chickens, I was so happy he could finally see this serene place. "Don't look so worried." Carl says. Ma and I were trying not to be nosy, but we were just too "curious", like mother like daughter. "It's my job." Lori answers.
"No, it's not." he denies. "You're a housewife." "Yeah, Punk?" Lori giggles throwing the seeds at him. "You see my house around here? A housewife." "What does that make me, Carl?" Ma laughs. "A wrestler trainer, but also a housewife." he giggles. "He has a point, Ma." I grin. "Cheeky!" she does the exact same thing Lori did.
"I know." I boast and curtsy, carrying on feeding the chickens. "They don't have a mother." Carl sighs. "She might be somewhere else." Lori suggests. "Maybe she got eaten." Carl states abruptly. "Everything is food for something else." "That's deep." I murmur. " After a few more seeds were shared, we left the area and got back to everyone else.
Glenn was acting a bit weird, he just seemed a little jumpy whenever someone asked if he was okay. See here... "Hey Glenniator, how's you?" I grin. "Great, why do you ask?" he answers quickly. "You just seem a bit... discomforted." I conspire. "Nope, everything's great." he replies walking away.
I walk to Zak and have my evil-doing face on. "What you up to, Diva?" he asks. "Want to find out what Glenn is hiding?" I grin holding out my hand for him to shake. "Jay, we're not kids any-" he sighs. "Bruv, I'm twelve." I frown. "I know, but the world has ended and we have bigger fish to fry right now." he walks away. "Fine, looks like I'm doing this alone." I roll my eyes murmuring.
