Flesh......Zombies.....Oh My :O

Flesh.....Zombies.....Oh My(35)

The steady rhythm of Crossbone's hooves kept me at peace. I felt like I could just think strait, for once. I wasn't thinking about crazy zombies chasing me, or having someone I cared about killed. Of course that all would come back to me once I finished this ride. I would go back to worrying about every single thing. Nothing was simple in this world anymore, I guess in reality they never were. We just didn't notice it as much. I used to love being adventurous and making up little adventures in my head. Playing games and pretending there were monsters in this world. I wish I could just go back and have one day where I could be chill about everything. Where I could enjoy a cold coke on a hot day and a bag of chips. Watch tv wrapped up in a blanket. Basically, have another day to just be human.

I made Crossbone stop and sat there, letting the wind blow my hair away and breathing the fresh air. I had to go back soon because I was taking forever and knowing Robert he was already getting worried and planning to have a search team out for me. 

I rode back to camp feeling strangley calm and at peace for once. I didn't know what was in store for us but I knew that as long as I had the people I loved with me anything would be possible. Maybe we would fulfill Sam's dream and go to Vegas. Thinking about it now, it wasn't such a bad idea. But there could be a large population of zombies there. It was a big city, well had been. Does it still count as a city? 

Robert looked relieved when I came into the clearing and I noticed that he had his weapons out and my brothers had been outside with him, with their weapons out as well. I just knew Robert was going to do that. I smiled and laughed to myself. I knew him so well, it was kinda scary. 

"I was starting to get worried about you." Robert laughed tensely.

"I think I noticed." I retorted. 

"Well you were kind of taking forever child." Stephen put in and then laughed as he helped me off the horse. I could do it myself but sometimes I struggled with it. I think Stephen remembered the one time I fell on my face and knocked out my two front teeth as a kid. Luckily they had been loose and then the newer ones just grew back. Ever since then my dad told my brothers that they always had to help me off the horse. 

"Where's everybody else?" I asked as I stepped onto the ground.

"They are inside, discussing." Stephen said and looke down.

"Discussing what?" I smiled tightly.

"Well some are wondering whether we are still safe here, considering all that has happened and some think it would be better for us to move."

"I know that, they've been talking about that for a while."

"Well they are serious about it now! Some of them just want to leave already."

"Okay, so where do they want to go."

Stephen looked over at me sadly.

"They don't want to go with us exactly." 

"What do you mean by that?" 

"Some of them feel uncomfortable taking Sam and Rick. They think that if Sam and Rick don't find food, then they're going to go phsyco and try to eat us all."

"This is fucken bullshit." I hissed and then started walking towards the house. Everyone was huddled into the room and when I walked in all conversation died down.

"SO! WE WANT TO MOVE HUH? BUT DON'T WANT TO TAKE SAM OR RICK BECAUSE YOU THINK THEY'LL EAT YOU? ARE YOU FUCKEN KIDDING ME? RICK SAVED OUR ASSES BACK WHEN THE FREAKS CAME AND ATTACKED OUR CAMP. SAM HAS ALWAYS BEEN THERE FOR US! WE CAN TRUST THEM AND I DAMN WELL KNOW THEY CAN TRUST US. YES, MAYBE THEY ARE DIFFERENT. EITHER WAY THEY ARE ALIVE LIKE US. THEY CAN THINK AND THEY HAVE FEELINGS. IF ANYONE WANTS TO LEAVE, BE MY GUEST. BUT YOU WILL DIE OUT THERE ALL ALONE. IT'S EITHER YOU TAKE THE WHOLE GROUP OR YOU LEAVE YOURSELF."