Aurora Rhee. She's got the smarts and determination from her father (Glenn), but the sassiness from her mother (Maggie). Due to the apocalypse, she lost her father when she was 10. Even though they were separated, her mother took her back to her gra...
Rick hit the walker in the head before it could bite grandpa. I let out a sigh of relief.
"Where's Lori? Did you see Lori?" Rick asked hurriedly.
"I don't know what happened, Rick. They just keep coming. It's like a plague. They're everywhere," Grandpa said.
"What about mom? Dad? Aunt Beth? Patricia? Jimmy?" I asked.
"Did you see Lori?" Rick asked as well.
"No, I didn't see any of them!" Grandpa said. My face became heartbroken. What if they're dead?
"We have to go. Find mom and the others," Rick said looking at the now destroyed farm.
"It's my farm!" Grandpa argued.
"Not anymore," Rick said shooting a few walkers.
"Come on, grandpa! We've got to go!" I yelled. Rick took grandpa's arm and pulled him with us. Grandpa put up a fight as we ran towards our car but we managed to get him over there.
"Come on!" Grandpa yelled smacking a walker on the head with his rifle.
"Hershel, go!" Rick yelled opened the driver's door. I opened the passenger door, pushing Carl in first.
"Come on, grandpa!" I yelled as he ran over to me.
"Go!" Grandpa yelled as he climbed into the backseat. Carl grabbed my hand, sending pain up my swollen wrist. He seemed to notice when I winced.
"Are you okay?" Carl asked looking concerned. I nodded still looking out the window. Rick kept shooting glances at us. "Then why did you flinch?"
"I, uh, back at the farm, before Shane died, he crushed my hand," I admitted.
"And you didn't think to tell us?" Grandpa asked. I shrugged looking at Carl. His facial features were becoming more visible as the sun came up slowly.
"Hershel should look at it. I'll pull over," Rick said slowly the car down.
"No, it's fine," I argued but Rick had already pulled over. Grandpa unbuckled and leaned forward, gently taking my wrist. I winced slightly as he moved it.
"It looks like a sprain. It'll be fine for now but we should try and find some bandages to wrap it up," Grandpa said dropping my bruised and slightly swollen hand.
"How bad does it hurt?" Carl asked looking deeply concerned.
"Not as bad as when I first got it," I shrugged.
"When did you get it?" Rick asked.
"Like two or three days ago," I answered. Rick nodded and pressed on the gas peddle again. We began speeding down the road, towards the highway.
