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MORE THAN A FRIEND

THE FLARE HAD led us into a small looking town. It was dark and quiet, almost so much that it made me feel uneasy and uncomfortable. I made a mental note to keep Noah by my side if we all went out walking. Dad ordered Abraham to park the RV between some houses, so we would have some cover and seem hidden from anything.

We had plans to go out and search for the group, but only a few of us. Dad and I would go walking whilst Rosita and Abraham kept an eye on the RV and everyone inside. It meant that I'd have to leave Noah for a bit but I knew he could look after himself and that there were plenty of other strong people around.

Dad and I had started to gather our stuff, shoving my knife into my belt. Tara passed me her gun, I thanked her with a nod and slid the gun into the back of my belt. Noah stepped up to me, pulling me into a tight hug. Instantly my arm wound around him, finding comfort in the familiar arms.

"Be careful out there" he whispered into my ear, making me scoff and pull away slightly "I'm being serious"

I smiled at him, nodding my head. A loud cough made both of us jump, letting go of each other and look at dad like deers in headlights. He shook his head at us, adjusting the string of his crossbow again.

"I should go out and look for them with you" Carl suggested, stepping up to the front of the RV. He was scared about his father being hurt, but we needed him here to keep an eye on Judith.

I nodded to dad and walked over to Carl, taking him by the shoulder as I lead him outside for a second. He frowned at me but followed anyway.

"Carl we need you to stay here" I said quietly, holding my hand up to silence him before he could start complaining. For some reason the hand worked, and Carl clamped his mouth shut again - how the hell? "You need to keep an eye on Judith. Rick ain't gonna be happy if we just let you wander around a town we know fuck all about and I don't wanna be on your dad's bad side"

He looked like he wanted to complain but didn't say anything as he nodded his head and walked back into the RV. Dad let him past before stepping out of the RV, we nodded towards each other and started walking down the street.

Staying side by side, dad and I walked in a comfortable silence. I scanned each of the houses as we passed them, the lawns over grown and bloody, the windows dirt covered and cracked. The place was too quite, it was starting to freak me out but at least I'd be able to hear anything coming for us.

"Thanks for talkin to Carl" dad grumbled out, snapping me from my thoughts. I just shrugged, Carl was like a brother to me. We both respected each other enough to listen and give advice.

Carl had grown up. He was smart, cunning even, and if anything happened to Rick then I was almost certain that he'd step up to lead us. I couldn't do it, too much responsibility and shit. Plus my temper still wasn't the best, I could be an asshole at time and that's not really a good quality in leadership.

"Help!"

Dad and I looked at each other at the sudden sound of someone shouting. A second later we were both barreling down the road to find out what was happening. The person kept screaming for help and as we got closer, we heard why. The groans of walkers alerted us as we turned the corner.

The screaming came from a man trapped under a car, his gun just out of reach. Instantly dad and I were fighting to help the man. Jutting my hockey stick forwards, I pushed one walker into another, pushing both of them to the ground. Jumping forwards, I stomped one foot through a walkers head, its blood and brain exploding up my leg. Taking my knife out I slammed it into the other one before pulling it out and standing back up.