The tall, skinny man and young boy with a sheriff's hat, stood in the prison yard staring right back at me; bloody and wounded, basket full of formula in hand, the obvious look of exhaustion washed over me. The dead slowly turns their head and stare...
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The Lost Dixon
Chapter 30: The Bite that Killed
Reece's Point of View: Ever since Rick decided that we would go to Terminus, we've been following the tracks. It's been a day or two since we've been on the tracks. It's not terrible, I must say. Things could be worse.
While walking along the tracks, Carl and I decided to play a little game; who can last the longest on the metal beam. Rick hadn't an idea of what we were doing since he walked in front of us. I held my hands out by my sides, keeping my balance on. So far, I'm doing great.
"I think we got about a days worth of water left." I hear Rick, but I kept my focus on my feet. The beam may be metal, buts also a little slick from all the oils and anti-rust solution getting rubbed on the train tires to keep everything in tack. "We're lucky it's cooled off a little bit, but..." Rick's voice trails. "What are you doin?" He asks.
"Winning a bet." Carl chimes.
"In your dreams." I spit at him.
"I'm still on." Carl retorts. He waves his hand at me in hopes to cause me to lose balance. Only, he loses his balance and almost falls off the beam. Almost. I let out a laugh.
"You spoke too soon, wise guy." I tease.
"This might go on for a while." Rick says, taking a few steps closer to Carl and I. "Maybe we can speed this up." He suggests.
"Yeah, you're right." I say. "Shouldn't be fooling around. We shouldn't probably- Carl!" I shout, trying to scare him off the beam. Only...I ended up losing my balance and step off the beam. He shows a smile with pride.
"I win." He gleams. "Pay up." He demands, holding out his hand. I let out a sigh in defeat, reaching in my bag for the candy bars we betted on. I held out two chocolate bars. I purposely kept the last Big Cat in my palm, holding out the other chocolate bar between my fingers for Carl to take.
"Is that really the last Big Cat?" Carl asks. I persisted in him taking the chocolate bar between my fingers. Yet, Carl reaches for the Big Cat.
"Oh, come on." I whine.
"Hey, but you said winners choice." He chuckles. I playfully roll my eyes.
"Go ahead, take it." I say. "It's yours. You won it fair and square." I toss the other bar in my bag, zipping it up. Carl breaks open the candy bar, pulls the bar in half and hands one piece to me. I held a stare with him, shaking my head at him.
"It's yours." I claim.
"Come on, we always share." He says. I lean my head back a little, smiling at him.
"Fork it over." I say quietly. How could I deny that? Carl hands me the piece and we enjoy the chocolate together. Rick chuckles at us and we continue on with our journey.
