Morning came and I woke up.
"I'll have a talk with Randall." Daryl said.
"Are you sure?" Rick asked him.
"Yeah. I can handle it." he said.
"I'll help." I told him.
"No. No way." Rick told me.
"I not offering. I'm telling. I know how to get information out of people. My uncle and grandpa taught me." I told them.
"Fine." Rick said, reluctantly.
------Time Skip-------
I watched as Daryl punched Randall. Blood going everywhere on the floor. He continued to do this action until he started talking.
" I told you--" Randall was saying until Daryl punched him.
"You told us shit!" I yelled. I could smell the lie.
"I barely knew those guys. I met them on the road." He told us.
"How many in your group?" Daryl asked.
Randall didn't answer so, I grabbed my knife and went closer to him. I slowly cut him until he cries out the number.
"30. 30 guys." He cried out.
"Where?" I asked stabbing him in his leg.
"I don't know. I swear. We were never anyplace more than a night." He yelled.
Daryl got closer as I pushed my knife deeper in.
"Scouting? Planning on staying local?" Daryl asked him.
"I don't know. They--They left me behind." Randall said.
"Did you ever pick off a scab?" Daryl asked him grabbing my knife and moving the scar on his knee.
"Come on, man! I'm--I'm trying to cooperate." He yelled.
"Start real slow at first. Sooner or later, you've just gotta rip it off." Dary said describing what would happen.
"Okay. Okay. They have weapons-- Heavy stuff, automatics. But I didn't do anything." Randall said.
I scoffed at that. "Your boys shot our people, tried to take this farm. You just went along for the ride? You're trying to tell me you're innocent?" Daryl asked.
"Yes! These-- these people took me in. Not just guys-- A whole group of them. Men and Women. Kids too-- Just like you people. Thought I'd have a better chance with them, you know?" Randall told us.
"But... We got out, scavenge-- Just the men. One night we-- we found this little campsite. A man and his two daughters-- teenagers, you know? Real young, real cute." He continued.
I slowly pick my head up and look at him. They didn't. I was so disgusted with what humanity has become. I kept quiet and just kept listening to him speak.
"Their daddy had to watch while these guys-- they-- And they didn't even kill him afterwards. They just-- They just made him watch as his daughters-- They just-just-- just left him there." He continued.
I was horrified. I could tell he was telling the truth. All I could feel was sadness for those two girls and their father. I noticed Daryl looking at Randall in disgust.
"No, but-but-- but I didn't touch those girls. No, I swear I didn't to--" He added but before he could continue Daryl kicked him.
I decided to see if he was telling the truth. He wasn't. He just had the scent of a liar. Along with Daryl, we started punching and kicking him till he was on the brink of death. He kept begging and begging but we didn't stop.
We soon left the barn and washed up before seeing everyone. Dary went towards the camp, while I went towards the kids. As soon as I saw them, I hugged my girls.
"Mom, is everything okay?" Isabelle asked.
"Everything will be." I told them.
I released them before letting them play. This kids group, if they find us--I can't let that happen. I'll handle this tonight, when everyone is sleeping. I won't let them harm anyone. I closed my eyes.
"Mom, I can't find Alec." Isabelle told me.
"What?" I asked, looking around. I followed his scent and found him near the barn. I saw Shane with him and Carl. I looked at Alec, while Shane walked on ahead with Carl.
"What on Earth, made you think you could step inside that barn, Alexander?" I asked angry.
He stayed quiet though.
"Alexander Gideon Cortez, you answer me, when I ask you something." I told him. I could feel my eyes flashing.
"I'm sorry, mom. Carl wanted to go inside, and I didn't want him to go alone. He could get hurt. I didn't want that to happen." He explained.
I took a breath, calming myself.
"Alec, my sweet protector, do you know how much I feared what could have happened. I could only think of the worse." I told him.
I could see him holding back tears.
"I'm sorry, mom. I didn't mean to worry." He told me.
I brought him into a hug.
"I know you didn't. Just please, never do that again." I told him.
"I promise." He told me.
Together we walked back to his sisters, and they all played together. My mind was made up, I would go at night and handle the rest of his group. As I cleaned my weapons, Dale came up to me.
"Do you think Rick is doing the right thing killing this boy?" He asked me.
"I do, Dale. When he told us the story of what his group did to that family, I was sick. He was part of that and I won't allow him to be in the group near my kids, especially my girls. So I'm sorry but I agree with Rick." I told him.
He sighed walking away. Afternoon came and it was time to take a vote for the survival of Randall.
"So how do we do this? Just take a vote?" Glenn asked.
"Does it have to be unanimous?" Andrea added.
"How about majority rule?" Lori offered.
"Let's just all say where we stand on the issue." I told them.
"Yeah, yes. Everyone tell me where y'all stand." Rick said.
"There's only one way I stand." Shane told him.
"Killing him, right. I mean why bother taking a vote. It's clear which way the wind's blowing." Dale said.
"If people think we should spare him, say so." Rick said.
"Well, it's a small group of people. Maybe just me and Glenn." Dale told him.
I listened as everyone went on arguing for him to live or die. I stayed quiet with the kids. After a few minutes, it was decided. Randall would die. Daryl went and grabbed him, while the kids and I went to the tent.
"Mom, why are y'all killing that guy?" Alexander asked me.
"Because he told me some really bad things. And if we let him go, he could get his people back and lead them towards." I explained.
"What did he do?" Isabelle asked me.
"I...I can't explain that. Not now, at least." I told her.
I watched as Daryl and the guys left and waited for them. Instead of Randall being dead, he was alive. I saw Carl with them too.
That boy.
Night came and I got prepared to leave.
As the kids all slept, I put my gun on along with my bow/arrow, before closing the tent.
Dale I heard. Oh god, where is he? I wondered.
Before I could leave the area to search for him, I heard a scream. The kids came rushing out and saw me.
"Stay here." I told them.
They went back into the tent, and I followed the others. What I saw was horrific. Dale was ripped open. Daryl stabbed the walker as I kneeled next to Dale.
"I--I can't stop it. I can't heal this." I told him, close to tears.
I grabbed his hand and was grateful I had a jacket on.
"I'll ease the pain." I told him as I took it away. I could feel how much agony he was in.
He looked at me and I knew it was time for him to go. The agony became too much, and I pulled away.
"Mommy." I heard Isabelle.
I knew she sensed his death. I picked up Athena, keeping her eyes away from the scene, pulling Isabelle in for a hug. Alexander stood beside me.
Rick went up and I saw him struggle to pull the trigger. Daryl moves over and grabs his gun. He leans down and puts the gun closer.
"Sorry, brother." He said before firing, giving him peace.
I walked back with the kids as they cried themselves to sleep. When they all knocked out, I left camp, tracking the scent I found on Randall. I finally found the camp and I wanted to kill them. Release all my anger.
I got a high vantage point and held my breath. I finally released my scream; I have been holding in. I watched as those closest to me died, with the ones farthest bleeding. I grab my how and killed any who survived. I walked around the camp, gathering my arrows, running back to camp. I could see the sun coming up.
Before the kids woke up, I cleaned myself, and waited for them.