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The Benevolence Series

Chapter Eight

Carl leaned against the cinderblock wall and watched Beth rocking Judith. He'd found a pink pacifier in the yellow diaper bag that Daryl had brought back from the road on his first run. He'd cleaned it and presented it to the baby who was currently sucking on it, falling in and out of sleep, her hands curled on her chest. Carl looked up from his sister to Beth's face. She still hadn't talked to him or even looked at him since she had kicked him out of her cell before. But he was happy that she had come back downstairs so that he could see that she was okay. She'd always been so nice to him, so he'd been pretty bummed that she was mad at him.
He could tell that she was still worried about Maggie but at least she wasn't crying and yelling anymore.

Axel had come into the room to sit next to Beth and he was watching her too. Carl thought it was kind of weird that he was hanging out with them, but then again, Oscar was gone so maybe he was lonely. He'd been pretty helpful around the prison anyway, moving things around, helping find and stock supplies…

A shadow fell across the room and Carl looked over to see that Carol had stepped into the doorway. They grey-haired woman leaned against the bars with a towel twisted around her hands like a rope. She looked Axel over first for just second and then tilted her head as she looked down at Judith. One of her hands moved up to press against her heart and she smiled, shaking her head a little. She really liked the baby a lot, Carol could tell.

"You're good with her," Axel said to Beth, pulling Carl's attention back towards the bunk. "Do you have little sisters?"

Carl's eyes darted to the man's face. He didn't know why but he didn't like the way Axel sounded when he was talking to Beth. It was weird, like he was flirting really badly or something. Using his shoulders, Carol bumped himself away from the wall and took a step closer to the pair to make sure that the man knew that he was being watched.

Beth shook her head, looking at the baby in her arms.

She seemed kind of shy about talking to Axel, Carl thought. He looked at her face as her cheeks turned kind of pink and she giggled a little, but not a real laugh - more nervous.

It was true that she was really good at taking care of Judith. Carl hadn't really wondered how she had learned to take care of babies until now. Maybe it was from watching Hershel, Maggie and Daryl… maybe girls just knew what to do with babies. His mom seemed to, but she was a mom so that made sense. He remembered the first time he'd held his little sister. He hadn't been sure where to put his arms and he was scared that he would drop her, especially when she wiggled around when she was crying.

"How old are you?" Axel asked Beth, leaning in closer to look up at her down-turned face.

"Seventeen," she answered, her voice sounded high and she tucked her chin in closer to her chest, moving away from the man sitting beside her. Her pony-tail fell over her shoulder when she crouched down and the ends dangled just a few inches from Judith's face. The baby didn't seem to notice though 'cause she just kept sucking on the pink pacifier with her eyes half-closed.

Carl watched Beth crunch in on herself and she pulled the baby even closer to her. He wanted to ask her if she was okay but he wasn't sure if she was still mad at him. Plus, he wasn't sure if he should say anything in front of Axel. The man was giving him the creeps, and he could tell now that Beth was feeling the same way. The prisoner was probably just trying to be nice but he was weird. Like he liked her or something. But he was really old, so Carl didn't think that made much sense.

Carol cleared her throat and everyone turned in her direction, but she was looking at Axel, her body stiff and her arms crossed over her chest. She gestured over her shoulder using her chin and turned to lead the prisoner out of the room. Axel licked his lips and followed her out, clasping his hands behind his back.

Carl held back just a moment and then went to the doorway - he wanted to listen in. If Carol thought that there was something wrong then he did too and he wanted to have all the information in case he needed to make a decision.

The two adults stopped at the bottom of the stairs to talk, not far from where his mom was sitting on a chair opening cans of food. He craned his neck a little to look at her to make sure she was okay. She looked really tired and her face was real pale as she worked. Carl pursed his lips when she winced and fumbled with the can, her hand moving to press against her stomach. His body jerked to go to her but he held himself back. He wanted to hear what Carol was going to say to Axel and he wasn't sure if she would talk in front of him. Wrapping one hand around the cell door he divided his attention between his mom and the discussion.

His mom's dark eyes were watching Axel and Carol as she listened in on their conversation too.
He couldn't hear too clearly what they were saying, but Axel was saying something about Maggie and Glenn, and he heard his parent's names. His eyes flashed back to his mom when her face changed, like she was laughing on the inside. He smiled a little at her expression; it was nice to see her happy again. She had reacted to the word Lesbian and Carl squinted. He knew that the word meant, like Gay - but for girls. Carol wasn't gay he didn't think, because she used to be married to Ed.

Carol was shaking her head a little, her expression similar to his mom's.

Carl felt his mood darken though when Axel said something about Beth. He looked to his Mom to check her reaction and found that she had stopped smiling and was looking worried about
something. She didn't seem to trust Axel either, but she didn't trust most people when she first met them, especially now a-days. He would talk to her later and tell her not to worry. He would take care of her and the rest of the group.

"Gross," Beth said from behind him and he turned around to see her using Judith's pajama's to clean white puke off the baby's chin. The pacifier has fallen to the floor at her feet so went over to the girls and picked it up. He inspected it and found that it didn't look too dirty. He wondered if he should wash it again before giving it back to her, but when Judith started to fuss he shrugged and wiped it off on his shirt before popping it back into her mouth.

"Thanks," Beth whispered, talking to him for the first time since she had come back downstairs.
Carl nodded and sat down beside her on the bed. Reaching forward he closed his hand around his sister's foot. When Beth didn't say anything else he looked up at her face. "Do you like me?" He asked, clearing his throat. He hadn't meant to say it so quietly but it's like he couldn't make his voice do what he wanted. His stomach kind of fluttered and he looked down at Judith
because he couldn't look at Beth anymore without wanting to puke.

"Of course I like you," Beth answered.

Carl sighed. "No, I mean like me. Like, like, like," he clarified, stumbling over the words. He
could feel his cheeks getting hot and he hoped that his face wasn't going red. He didn't want her to think he was a loser.

"You're kind of young, Carl," she told him, her fingers tracing Judith's almost invisible eyebrow.
His own brow pinched and he finally looked up at her, scowling. "Axel's a little old…" He said defensively. He felt mad that she kept saying stuff about how old he was.

Beth nodded. "And gross," she agreed, finally smiling at him, her blue eyes crinkled a little as she laughed. "Have you seen his moustache?"

Carl felt his body relax and his anger dulled a little, but he was still annoyed. "Do you think I'm a kid?"

Her smile didn't fade and he could tell she was trying to be nice to him, so they could be friends again. He knew she wasn't trying to hurt his feelings, but that kind of made it worse. Like he was teasing him or something. He continued to look at her, his expression serious as he waited for a real answer. Her smile didn't disappear all the way, but it shrunk a little. "Most of the time, no," she shook her head. "But sometimes yes," she admitted reaching over to rest her hand on his arm. "But that happens less and less… and I guess I like it when you act like a kid. I want to protect that part of you, Carl. Because you deserve to be a kid still."

"That's bullshit," he growled, pushing himself to his feet. He stalked across the room and leaned his back against the wall again, still facing him. "My Dad doesn't think so. And I'm the man here now," he argued, resting his hand on his gun. "I'm the leader; I take care of this place. I take care of the group."

Beth was quiet, her mouth a straight line. She looked at him, her eyes kind of sad. Finally she blinked and nodded a little, barely enough to move her head though. She offered him a tight smile and got to her feet, cradling the baby to her chest. "I should get her to Lori," she announced. "She's probably getting hungry."

Without saying anything else she left him alone, frowning to himself.

XXXX

Night had fallen around them as Rick and his group approached the walls of Woodbury. They crouched down behind and old clapped out car, Michonne bringing up the rear. Rick's eyes swept over the make-shift walls of the town and he couldn't help but feel mildly impressed by the construction work. He wondered how this Governor could have pulled something like this off without suffering mass casualties - they were a strong and well organized group, there was no doubting that.

"Damnit," he muttered.

Rick felt resentment towards this man whom he had not yet met. While he had been leading his group in circles all winter, starving and freezing with no shelter, there had been a little oasis in the middle of all of it. Maybe if he had been a stronger leader he could have created a place like his for his people - for Lori and Carl and little Judith. Then Hershel wouldn't have been bitten, T would still be alive… Lori wouldn't have given birth in the middle of a damn boiler room, sliced open like an animal and left to die.

Daryl and Oscar shifted behind him startling him out of his thoughts. "We need to downsize," he told them, already stripping off the weapons that would slow him down. There was no way they were getting over the wall loaded down. The other two men in their party of four didn't hesitate in sorting through their things to determine what would be the most necessary.

"Ain't no way we're gonna check in all them buildings," Daryl said. "I wonder how many guards there are…"

The sound of a snapping twig in the forest behind them startled the three men and they whipped around, weapons raised. They all breathed a collective sigh of relief when they saw Michonne emerge from behind a tree. She motioned for them to follow her, her finger placed over her lips, shushing them.

Rick took a deep breath. He was wound tighter than a three dollar watch… they all were. They needed to cool down before they screwed up. Daryl and Oscar were looking at him and he nodded. "Go ahead," he consented and they pushed off the ground to follow their guide.

Michonne moved confidently through the woods and it didn't take her long to lead them through a weak spot in the perimeter. They were barely on the other side of the fence before she made a hard right and led them into the doorway of a building. The streets of the town were dark and deserted so it wasn't hard to force the door without alerting anyone. It had only been boarded up partway and the group ducked easily under the slats.

"This is where you were held?" Rick asked Michonne, his eyes sweeping the long hallways that led into a larger room.

"I was questioned," Michonne clarified as the group fanned out to search the room.

Daryl moved smoothly towards the far wall to peer out one of the windows.

"Any other idea where they could be?" Rick took Daryl's lead and joined him at the windows where the other man had pulled back the curtain to peer out. The streets were lit by large fires that illuminated the darkness. He was surprised to find that there were still people around.

Daryl was thinking along the same lines. "I thought you said there was a curfew." The Redneck turned away from the window to give Michonne a slow burning look.

Michonne didn't back down and her voice rose an octave defensively. "The streets are packed during the day - those are stragglers," she informed them.

Rick kept his back to them as his eyes darted around the streets of the town. It seemed liked another world to him. People walkin' around like they didn't have their backs up… like they weren't afraid of what was just on the other side of the walls. "If anyone comes in here we're sitting ducks," he watched a couple stroll down the street, hand in hand. He could here their laughter drift through the night… like everything was… normal. "We've gotta move."

"They could be in his apartment," Michonne suggested.

Daryl released the curtain and stalked in her direction, his shoulders squared, ready to intimidate. "What if they ain't?!"

Rick moved with him, trying to push the image of the couple out of his mind. Maybe if they had found this place sooner that would be him and Lori. And Carl would be safely tucked in bed, not worried about scrounging around in kitchens for scraps of food…. How much ammunition they had left. Maybe they shouldn't be fighting this Governor, maybe they needed to find a way to make it work so they could stay. "You said you would help us," Rick accused Michonne, wondering if he was on the right side at all. The woman shifted her weight off her sore leg and his eyes darted to look at her torn pants and the blood still oozing into the fabric…

He gave his head a shake. The woman was a walking advertisement for why they couldn't be associated with this group. She was right, they were dangerous, and they still had Maggie and Glenn… Michonne answered but he brushed passed her, his mind racing - except maybe she wasn't. He'd done awful things to others to protect his people… from those men in the bar that night that Hershel had disappeared. From Randall - he'd given the boy a death sentence, had him tortured. And Sh-Shane- his lip curled at the thought of the man who had been his best friend. And he'd killed the prisoners, without a second thought. Maybe this Governor was only doing what he had to do to keep his own people safe. Maybe he wasn't so different from Rick at all.

He shook his head again and waited for Daryl and Oscar to join him closer to the door, out of Michonne's earshot. It didn't matter if he and the Governor were made from the same stalk - he needed to look out for his own people. And he would take down anyone that tried to mess with him, including the woman still standing on the other side of the room.

"If this goes south," he whispered to the two other men once they were crowded in close, "we're cutting her loose." Rick turned to look at Michonne.

"You think she's leading us into a trap?" Oscar asked.

Daryl looked sideways at the black man. "Right now it's the blind leadin' the blind," he observed, his eyes shifting back to Rick. "We'll split up."

He'd barely gotten the words out before there was a loud knock on the door. They all jumped in surprise and turned towards the sound just as the lock snapped open and a man stepped inside. Rick pushed Oscar and Daryl backwards until the three of them were concealed by a curtain that separated the room. He looked over to see Michonne duck underneath a table until she was concealed completely in the shadows.

The man announced that he knew they were there, but they held back until he was close enough for them to overpower him. The three men leapt out of their hiding place in one synchronized motion and cornered the man, Rick's gun pressed against his cheek. He ordered Daryl to bind the man's hands and they began their interrogation. The Woodbury resident denied knowing anything about Glenn and Maggie's whereabouts and thus proving himself useless was knocked out and dragged behind the curtain.

Rick took a deep breath and breathed a sigh of relief. They needed to hurry up and get their people so they could get out before anything else happened that they wouldn't be able to manage. He needed to get back to his family.

XXXX

Carl hung on the bars outside of his mother's cell and listened to Hershel's soft voice. He'd threaded his feet through the lower rung to use it as a step and then wrapped his arms around the highest row - like a monkey in a zoo. His Mom had gone back to lay down for a bit and had taken the baby with her to try to feed her. Judith had been fussy and kind of annoying all day. He knew she was just a baby and that it wasn't her fault, but he wished she would stop crying for, like, five minutes or something.

It had grown dark outside and he wished they could turn the generator on for a bit to get some real light… most of the time they just went to bed when it got dark, but they all wanted to wait up for the rest of the group to come back. He was pretty worried about his dad - and his mom too.
His mom wasn't feeling too good, so Hershel had gone in to check on her. He said she that had a fever from the infection and that she had overdone it through the day. She hadn't really done too much as all. Just cooked a little - and Carol had done most of it. He thought she was better, since she was out of bed.

The baby started to cry again so he pushed away from the bars and trudged over to the other side of the room to where Beth was sitting on the steps. She looked up at him from her lap where she was loading a clip with the last of their ammunition. She was wearing her pants rolled up to her knees and her boots weren't long enough to hide all of her skin… he wondered if it was as soft as it looked. "Hey," he greeted her, sitting down on the step beside her.

"Hey," she whispered back, looking back down to the bullets. "Is Lori okay?"

Carl shrugged, looking over at the blonde. She had her hair in a pony-tail and it looked really pretty. He wondered what it would feel like, too… nice, he would bet. "Are you still mad at me?" He asked.

Beth shook her head. "I wasn't mad at you, Carl. I'm just worried about Maggie and the others… I thought you were upset with me." She looked like she wanted to talk more about it, 'cause she took a breath and opened her mouth, but then they heard the sound of clicking and shuffling as her father made his way over to them.

"Lori and Judith are asleep," he announced. "Little one has a set of pipes on her."

Carl turned away from Beth to look at the old man. "Is she okay? My mom?"

"She needs antibiotics," Hershel told them, leaning against the railing. "Our supply won't hold out more than a week. And we need more antiseptic lotion and rubbing alcohol. "

He saw Beth turn to look at him out of the corner of his eye. "I'll go with Carol on a run at the end of the week," he sat up straighter, thinkin' on how he liked it that Hershel had told him about the
problem. And that he was the one to decide what they'd do about it.

"Your Dad will be back by then," Beth said softly, her blue eyes searching his face. She was always trying to comfort him. He liked it, sort of, because of the way her voice sounded when she did it. But he knew this time that she was just trying to be nice and that she was probably wrong. His dad could be dead, and there wasn't enough time for them to sit around and pretend that that wasn't true.

"We don't know that," he sighed, turning to look at her. "Right now Mom is the only family Judith and me've got." He breathed out heavily and turned to Hershel who nodded just a little bit.
Suddenly the sound of a scream echoed through the prison, cutting into their conversation.
"What was that?" Beth asked, looking to her father.

"That was from inside," Hershel said meeting Carl's eyes.

Carl sat up even straighter. "Was that Carol?"

"She's outside, keeping watch in the guard tower with Axel," the old man shook his head.

Carl took the clip from Beth's hand and checked it over quickly to make sure that it was loaded properly.

"What if they came looking for something?" Beth's blue eyes had widened and her voice sounded nervous as she too started to pull herself forward. "What if they're in trouble?"

She and Hershel continued to talk while Carl snapped the clip into his gun, blocking them out.

Excitement rushed through him and tingled in his finger tips; he was thrilled to finally be getting some action after all the babysitting and boring chores that he had been doing all day. He looked up in time to catch the end of Hershel's sentence.

"…tombs are filled with Walkers that wandered in from outside. Someone else could have done the same thing."

"I'm going," Carl turned around and picked up his silencer. He screwed it in place while he got to his feet. As he took a step forwarded he was suddenly gated in by Hershel's raised crutch.

"I can't let you go down there," Hershel told him, keeping his crutch firmly in place.

Carl tilted his face up. On the second step up he was almost at eye-level with the old man. "My father would go." He narrowed his eyes at Hershel, but only for a second. This wasn't a negotiation, and it was a debate. There was no challenge to be made, because he was going and that was that. It was his job to take care of the group now.

Hershel backed down and nodded, moving his crutch. As Carl darted down the stairs he felt pride swell in his chest. He'd won. They respected him as a leader. He jogged towards the gate but his stride was broken as he screeched to a halt when someone stepped in front of him. Surprised, he jumped back and looked up to meet his mother's eyes looking down at him.
She was wavering on her feet, like a tree in a windstorm, but she had on her mom face that almost had him backing up. Instead, though, he checked the clip on his gun and avoided looking at her.

"Move," he ordered, trying to take a step around her, pissed that she was trying to ruin this.
Instead of giving in she reached out to rest a hand on his shoulder. "You can't go down there. It isn't safe… you saw what happened. With Hershel… T-Dogg… me," she shook her head. "You aren't going alone."

Carl rolled his eyes. "I know what I'm doing."

Reaching up he shoved her hand away, but not too hard, 'cause he could tell that she was in a lot of pain.

"Carl-," she stepped in front of him again when he tried to move around her. "Stop."

"No, you stop!" He yelled, glaring at her. Her eyes widened a little, and he continued. "You died!

You told me that I had to do the right thing. You told me that I had to take care of dad! You went away and now you're back and you think you can just tell me what to do again, like I'm some stupid baby." Reaching out he laid his hand on her forearm and pushed her out of the way, a little harder this time. He ignored her wince and her sad expression. "You died, and I grew up- and now you're trying to take it back. Well you can't, so back off!"

He stormed passed her and threw open the gate without giving her a second glance.

The halls were pitch black as he moved through them, his flashlight beam barely enough to cut the darkness. The screams continued and he followed them further into the tunnels of the prison, winding his way further and further into the maze. He recognized the area immediately though as his eyes swept over the partly open large steel door. The hair on the back of his neck rose as the screams echoed from inside the boiler room, sending a shiver down his spine.

Mom


A louder scream followed by a man shouting snapped him out of it and he pushed forward and into the room.

XXXX

The sun was peeking up over the edge of the window and Lori looked towards Beth and Hershel in the new light. They were all exhausted, having not slept through the night. She'd slept for a couple of minutes earlier, but she'd been up since Carl had left. She worried the hem of her shirt between her fingers, her nails picking at the seams as her body throbbed with pain and anxiety. He'd been gone for a while and she was in the right mind to go look for him, which Hershel said put her in the wrong mind. And he wasn't wrong, not even a little bit, but she couldn't sit any longer just waiting.

It seemed that that's all she ever did. Wait for Rick to come back or to leave again- and now

Carl.

His words had stung her deeply. It had taken everything in her to hold back the tears and her throat still ached with the effort. She thought things had changed, that they would go back to whatever accounted for normal these days, but maybe they hadn't. Maybe they were all too far gone now. If Carl still couldn't stand her, then maybe Rick would go back to hating her too.

Maybe she'd been fooling herself and the damage was too deep. Maybe the last couple of days had been a honeymoon period before they all slipped back into reality and she wound up alone.
At that thought a tear finally broke free and slipped down her cheek. She turned her face quickly towards the barred windows to hide her surfacing emotions from Beth and Hershel. Dropping her chin, she rested her fevered cheek on her hand. After a moment she shook her head, scolding herself for being teary and emotional. Here Beth and Hershel were worried about Maggie, and Carl and Rick were gone, and she was crying because her feelings were hurt.

Despite recognizing the pettiness of it, though, she was unable to stop the next tear from falling.

The sound of the heavy exterior door swinging open on squeaky hinges startled her and she pulled herself to her feet. The sudden change in position sent her head spinning and a wave of nausea swept over her. She gripped the handle tightly to steady herself. The large bang had woken the baby too and she looked to Hershel who was closest to the cell where her daughter had been sleeping. He held up a hand to assure her that he would take care of it and she nodded gratefully.

Lori could hear Carl's voice accompanied by others that she didn't recognize. She made her way slowly over to where Beth stood against the bars that separated them from the other room. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her son apparently unharmed. The room continued spinning as she felt lightheadedness creep over her she knew she had pushed herself hard today. She just needed to keep going for a little while and then she would rest. She noticed Beth looking at her and she offered the young woman an unintentionally wobbly smile. Reaching up she swiped at her eyes then turned back towards the commotion on the other side of the bars.
Carl had brought others with him: two men and two women- one of them apparently dead, her body laid on the cement floor, her eyes frozen open. Lori leaned against the bars next to Beth, watching her son as he stood with his gun raised over the motionless woman.

"No, I'll do it," a well-built black man said from a crouched position on the floor. "We take care of our own."

Carl nodded and turned away from the group of newcomers. He made his way towards herself and Beth, the large ring of keys hanging from his pants. Lori searched her son's expressionless features as she avoided looking at her. He slid one key into the lock and twisted it, snapping door open. He gave it a heavy push and she stepped to the side to avoid being hit. Beth had moved too, but she quickly stepped back into position next to Carl when he closed and locked the doors. Lori ached to reach out and touch him, but instead she closed her fingers around the bars and turned her eyes forward.

The young woman from the other group reacted immediately to the sound of the door closing and sprung to her feet. "Hey! What are you doing?" she demanded, charging towards them.

The other man looked over at them. "Kid- Did you just lock us in here?" He asked.

The girl looked between them, her eyes settling on Carl as she ordered him to open the door, her voice rising in anger.

Carl squared his shoulders and held the woman's eyes. "This room is secure. You'll be safe. You have food and water."

His voice held a confidence and determination that Lori had never heard before from him and he turned to look at him in surprise. He seemed so steady… almost like Rick. The idea brought a small smile to the corner of her mouth.

"Open this door," the woman ordered again, her voice dropping to convey an implicit threat.

"I can't," Carl said softly, and then looked to his mother for the first time since he had come back. His grey eyes flicked over her and his brow pinched, showing that he still was not pleased with her.

"Come on. We're not animals. HEY!" The girl closed her fists tightly around the door and rattled it, her voice shifting again to a begging tone.

Lori took a step back, worried that things would become violent. Something touched her hand and her eyes whipped down to see Carl's fingers sliding around her own. She stared at their twisted hands with wide eyes. His hand felt so firm and strong, but his skin was still baby-soft.

Looking up she caught the small smile that he offered to her and she gave him one back, accepting his intended comfort.

"Sasha! Back away from the door. Let the man go." A deep voice cut through their moment and they both turned back towards the black man. Carl perked up again at the word man. "Look around you, it's the best we've had in weeks. His house. We've got other things to do…. We
don't want any trouble."

Carl's grey-blue eyes showed his inner pride at the respect that he had earned. He nodded slightly, accepting what the other man had said.

"Shouldn't we help them?" Beth asked, her voice soft and timid.

"We did."

Lori felt the smile on her face fade away. She blinked rapidly to clear the black dots that were dancing in her vision, but they remained. She felt the strange sensation of the blood draining away from her face and she wavered on her feet. She reached out to grip the bars beside her, pulling her hand out of Carl's, but her fingers went straight through the bars as her fuzzy vision refused to lock on them.

She felt Carl's arms wrap around her waist, colliding with her incision and she jackknifed with the pain before everything went black.

Comments

I like this version better x

thewalkerinme thewalkerinme
5/11/15

Judith Maggie Grimes. Nope. NOpe NOPe. NOPE! I can't. It's too beautiful. This is so lovely. I feel like this would have happened. Like, I wish Carl hadn't shot her because she totally would have lived. I llove where you're going with this, with the small changes you're making x

thewalkerinme thewalkerinme
5/10/15

Chapter 4 was beautiful. Your writing is beautiful. Just, everything about this is beautiful.

thewalkerinme thewalkerinme
5/1/15

OMFG WHY HAVE I TAKEN SO LONG TO FIND THIS?!?! I wish this had happened, thank you for writing this! LOVE LOVE! Your writing is perfect and you have made me miss Lori so much and I am only on the first chapter! Please don't stop writing this, I don't know if you have finished but I am gonna keep reading to find out, and if I find you have stopped before the end then I am gonna spam your comments! Love this!

thewalkerinme thewalkerinme
10/6/14
@chroniclesofcharnia

I appreciate having you. :) Thanks for reading!
PrintDust PrintDust
9/8/13