(Glenn Rhee love story)
Living through hell is hard for Claire. That hell just so happens to be trying to survive in a world where the dead are walking and the living are to fear. Will she survive with the new group that takes her in? Will she gain...
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
I strolled around quietly, not going far from Rick's group. My mind going back to the argument I had a few hours ago with Hershel once we got back from shooting practice. His words ringing in my ears.
"If you keep treating us like we're holding you prisoner, you'll end up being a prisoner in your own selfish ways," Hershel shouted at me. " I promised your dad I would keep you safe as your god father so that's what I plan to do"
I never met my real father. At least I don't remember if I did. My mother said he died and never wanted me anyway when I asked her in middle school. For some reason I could never remember anything from my past. Only from 12 and up. I didn't mind though because my mother and Randall were all I needed. I just don't understand how Hershel knew me, but nothing of Randall or my mother. Who was my father to him.
"And the baby?" I heard Dale ask, breaking me out of my thoughts. I stopped, gazing over at Dale and Lori who sat talking. My eyes widened in realization. The things I catch when I'm not even trying.
Is she pregnant? I mean I sensed it sometimes from the experiences of snappiness and nausea she got like Jane from my old group got. But in a world like this? How could she make another child grow up like this ? Wasn't it already bad enough Carl has to go through it? I kept my mouth shut and quickly walked away. How the hell does she think she can raise a baby with walkers all around?
"Ain't you supposed to be in that house little girl?"
I turned around, ready to yell at their smart remark, but shut my mouth quickly as I saw Daryl. I held my smart ass comment back as I spoke in a harsh tone. "Why don't you just mind ya damn business." I didn't want to get on his bad side, since he really hasnt irritated me like some of the others.
"Shane's right, that little tone of yours is a lil' disrespecting," he snickered. "It's amusing though."
I rolled my eyes, glaring up at him. "Whatever," I spat. "Leave me alone."
I walked past him, purposely bumping his shoulder. I gritted my teeth in pain as it seemed to hurt me more than him. I heard him chuckle. "That shoulder might bruise up for that."
I spun around, frowning deeply at him. "What the fuck is your problem?" I seethed. It's like he gets enjoyment for teasing me.
He shrugged nonchantly. "Just trying to figure out what's so damn special about you."
"What's that supposed to me?" I asked, getting confused. My irritation subsiding into curiosity.
He shrugged again before walking away from me. And just like that, I was irritated again. What the fuck man. Nothing's special about me. What did he even mean? He hardly even knows me, hasn't spoken more than a a few sentences to me until today, and manages to piss me off by one word every time.
I stomped off back to the house, slamming the door shut once I was inside. Beth looked towards me with a smirk, skipping over to me. "You need a shower to cool down Claire."
