There was a cure
&
There was hope
But the world was not perfect
The world will never be perfect
The world was still dying
The world would not ever stop dying
There was nothing we could do to stop it
We decided that if there was a cure, the cure would find its way to us. We were content with our lives and we were not in any rush to just change that. The farm felt like such a safe haven and it was unbeatable for the most part.
Yes, there will still be walkers. If this cure is true, then the worry isn't all as big as it's thought out to be. I want my family to grow on reality and not some false hope. Like I stated, if there was a cure it would find its way to us. The rush was not existing. I prayed that this cure was though.
Carl Grimes and I had just poured our hearts out to each other. I've never felt so much love and appreciation. I had never felt an even stronger reason to continue to live. I love this man with every ounce of my heart and I physically could not put into words how much he truly meant to me, ever.
"The sun is setting, we should get back inside." Carl put his right arm over my shoulder and I leaned my head into him. He kissed the side of my head and it made me feel so warm and comforted. "The cure Morales talked about, if it's real it has to find us." I told Carl and he agreed.
"It eventually will"
I turned forward and my eyes fixated on a white paper under a medium sized rock. It was trying to break free from under the rock, because the wind was blowing today. I let go of Carl and hurried over to the paper.
I kicked aside the rock and grabbed the paper before it blew away in the wind. I centered it in front of me and began to read.
"A cure? That's not what's coming for you"
I dropped the paper and Carl caught it before it could fall into the dirt.
"Carl." my tone was so faint, but very worried at this point. Carl pulled my hand and we ran inside. He locked the front door. "Dad!" Carl shouted, he ran around the house looking for Rick. "Mommy." Sam walked down the stairs with Judith. Carol came out of the kitchen and she looked at me confused. "Ella?" she called. I didn't say anything to Carol.
I ran to shut every window. I locked them and Lincoln grabbed me. "Ella, what are you doing?" he tried to stop me in my tracks, but I shoved him aside. "Little one!" Daryl finally stopped me and I looked into his eyes. I hadn't noticed my body starting to shake, but Daryl did.
"Go on and get her some water, Lincoln." Daryl said and Lincoln did so. "Tell me what the hell is going on?" Daryl asked calmly and I slowed down my deep breaths and jittery actions.
"It was all a lie."
Rick ran down the stairs and pulled his gun out. He swung open the front door, almost knocking it off of it's hinges. "Dad!" Carl ran down the stairs and accidentally knocked Judith down the remaining two steps. Judith began to cry and Sam begun to cry as well, only because Judith was.
I still stood there and continued to fear for everybody's life and my own.
"Come here Sam and Judith, come here right now!" I went and grabbed them from the steps. I held them tight at this point and did not want to let go. I feared somebody was going to bust through the door at any moment and take the two of them.
Rick ran back inside and slammed the door, but Carl came right in after. "Son of a bitch!" he threw his right arm across the vases in the hallway. The vases smashed onto the ground, breaking into pieces. Rick's forearm started to bleed, but that wasn't his worry right now. He had the note I had found and gave it to Daryl. Daryl read it and then threw it on the coffee table. "Them sons a bitches came here to fuck with us." Daryl said and Lincoln grabbed the note.
"No, they came here to take us." Rick said and looked at Carl. Carl looked at me and I still kept my stare locked on the ground.
"They already did." I said
"This isn't happening again, this isn't fucking happening again!" I screamed and that only terrified Sam and Judith. Carol tried to take them from me, but I put up a fight. "Nobody is going to hurt my fucking children, Carol!" I screamed in her face and Daryl pulled me back from her. No, I would never try and fight Carol. I just was heated in this moment and so many thoughts and feelings raced through my head and body. I didn't even know what to say or do.
Daryl gave Judith and Sam to Carol and she took them upstairs away from the scene that was going on down here.
"What are we supposed to do?! The others? Micheal Lana?! Liam and Sierra? And their kids for god sakes!" Carl shouted and the group was pretty shaken up at this point.
We had not dealt with such a threat in a while, not a threat like this.
"Fuck this" I said aloud and I walked upstairs at a fast pace and into our room. I pulled my emergency bag from under the bed and Carl came in the room. "Ella, stop." he said and grabbed my wrists to get me to stop rummaging through the bag.
I on the other hand wanted to make sure that we had everything we needed in the bag so we could get the hell out of there. I didn't wanna stay there any longer, absolutely not.
"You're not going anywhere" he stopped me and I yanked my wrist away from him. "I'm taking the kids and we're leaving. You're not staying here either. I knew this would happen, I fucking knew it Carl!" I yelled at him and Carol came into the room.
"I'm leaving the kids in my room tonight." she said and I didn't pay any mind. Anytime Carl and I would argue, she'd keep Sam and Judith in her room.
"Not now Carol." Carl shooed her out and she nodded her head.
"It's pretty fucking clear what that note meant Carl and you're acting like its god damn nothing! If somebody touches the fucking kids, I swear to god." I shoved him back into the dresser.
"Ella, you're not going anywhere and you're not taking my kid or my sister!" Carl pushed the bag out of my hands and grabbed my arms.
"We're not fucking safe here, Carl! Did you blank out and not witness what the fuck just happened?! We found a threatening note at our house Carl! They are coming back to get us and everybody with some common fucking sense in this house knows that!" I yelled at him.
Carl's facial expression went from anger and shock, to a soft expressionless look. It was very odd to say the least.
"I'll take watch tonight." Carl said in such a calm tone.
"We're not staying here another second, Carl." I put the bag on my shoulder and he stopped me.
"Put the bag up" he said and looked into my eyes so different.
"Right now" his tone was more stern and I caved.
Carl walked out of the room. I was too confused to try and understand what just happened. One thing I wasn't confused on is that tomorrow, we are leaving this place.
I zipped the bag up and set it back under the bed.
Carl had left for the night to take watch. Not the normal post to take watch, standing on the ledge of the barrier. He was on the outside of it with an AR-15 and only himself.
I opened Carol's bedroom door to see the kids. Sam and Judith both had their arms wrapped around each other. My heart ached for those two.
"Ella" I hear my name called from behind me, and it's just Carol.
I shut the door quietly and turned around. She had her arms crossed and I knew she was mad about something. I waited for her to say something.
"You and Carl should not be fighting like that. It's not healthy for the Sam and Judith to be seeing."
I rolled my eyes so disrespectfully at her and wanted to walk off. "It was a disagreement, not an argument. Don't worry about what Carl and I are doing, damn." I walked passed Carol and she sighed.
Rick was in the living room pacing back and forth. Daryl and Lincoln were both standing up as well, posted up on opposite sides of the living room. It was easy to tell that they were waiting for Rick to just say something.
"How well did you know this Morales guy?" I asked Rick and he stopped. "I didn't know him for long, but I never picked him to be whatever that is."
"I already told Carl I didn't wanna stay here another second. So tomorrow, I think it's best if we all leave. It's too big of a risk to be here. They know where we are, they know our numbers. Morales knows you, it won't be long before they come back and try to take the rest of us."
"It's not my choice to say who stays or goes, but I am leaving tomorrow. Sam is coming with me and so is Carl. Staying together is what I want more than anything, but I won't put my son's life on it." I justified.
"We can't split up." Lincoln said looking at Rick.
"He's right, you're right. We leave the farm tomorrow." Rick had decided and I felt way better about this decision. As much as I wanted to leave tonight, we couldn't just pick and leave. We were very low on supplies and had to pack. It was just like leaving the prison all over again. I hated it, but it was necessary in order to survive.
That's all we must do now
We just survive or we die
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