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The World We Live In

Solidarity

"One of the main points about travelling is to develop in us a feeling of solidarity, of that oneness without which no better world is possible."
– Ella Maillart


Both Carol and Georgie had forgone the comforts of sleeping downstairs on the blue sofa that night and instead slept on the floor of the same room in which they'd been sharing their personal tragedies. What woke Georgie at daybreak was the song of a Black-capped Chickadee that had chosen to temporarily perch on the outer sill of the opened window where she had been sitting. When she stirred awake and sat up to look at it, the bird became spooked and flew away. Georgie rubbed the sleep out from the corners of her eyes and stretched a leg out to hit Carol's foot with her own.

"Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey," she called out.

Carol groaned and rolled from her side onto her back while covering her face with the back of her right arm. "Bacon would be amazing right about now."

Georgie smirked, lying back down to stare up at the ceiling. "Day old fish that had been left out in the hot sun would be amazing right about now." She turned her head toward Carol. "Speaking of limited food choices, want me to grab something from the car to get us going for the day? We can check the other buildings around here afterward and see what's available to grab for supplies."

"Yeah. I left the keys downstairs on the desk I pushed against the front door," Carol informed, removing her arm and looking at Georgie who was pulling herself up to her feet.

"Okie doke."

Quietly, Georgie disappeared from the room, leaving Carol to wake up a bit more. When she made her way to the front room, she noticed the keys sitting on one side of the scales of justice, which forced that particular side to hang lower than the other. Snatching the keys up, she moved toward the back of the building. There had been a side door that was used for the main entrance to the upstairs and led out to the side street, but that wasn't where Georgie needed to go. The very back door, which was off a storage room of sorts had probably never been used as much even before the outbreak. Underuse and fluctuations in temperature over the last year and a half, give or take a month, made the door stick when trying to open it. Georgie had to press her shoulder and her full body weight against it to finally get out. She was built a slight bit stockier than Carol, and it was hard for her to open the door. She wondered how Carol had managed it the day before.

Peering carefully from side to side, Georgie inspected the alley and side street the alley emptied out into for signs of walkers, but there were none. Leaving the back door open a crack, she stepped as quiet as a mouse over to the trunk of the car, still cautious of walkers that might be nearby. Once she unlocked the trunk, she lifted the hatch over her head and reached into the milk crate containing a few canned goods. She grabbed one can of peaches and one water bottle. Georgie had decided then and there that she and Carol would share both to conserve their supply in case their supply run later was not successful.

Closing the hatch with a discreet click, she walked back into the building, set the can and bottle down on a small table and then used both hands to pull the door firmly closed and then moved the small table in front of it as an added precaution. There was a deadbolt as well, and she used that feature to play it safe. When she made her way back toward front of the building, she found Carol gathering plastic bags and coat hangers.

Georgie arched an eyebrow out of curiosity before brandishing the can of peaches and bottle of water. "I present a cliché Georgian breakfast of peaches."

Carol looked over and smirked. "We sharing?"

"Well, yeah, I figured it's best to conserve what we got till we can gather up more food. If the supply run proves pointless, we gotta make do with what we got till we can find someplace else to forage through." Georgie eyed the other woman. "Is that not okay with you?"

Shaking her head, Carol insisted, "No, that's good. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst, right?"

"Yep."

After opening the can up again with her knife and sharing the peaches within with Carol and taking turns downing swigs of water from the same bottle, Carol set off for upstairs with the plastic bags and coat hangers without explanation. Georgie just shrugged and wandered around the downstairs to look around for what could be used for any possible purpose. At one point she had to use the toilet in the two piece bathroom, but couldn't flush since the water was off. However, just being able to use a toilet at all was a wondrous thing. It was better than squatting in the woods or in a bucket with next to no privacy at all and using leaves or ripped pieces of clothe to wipe. Carol had toilet paper among the supplies she had brought inside from the car the day before; another small blessing.

By late morning or early afternoon, whatever time it was, Carol came running downstairs suddenly and then just stood in the doorway to the sofa room looking anxious.

"What's wrong?" Georgie stood up from where she'd been sitting on the floor and her hand instinctively went to the handle of her knife once more. "Are there walkers outside?"

Carol shook her head, seeming almost distracted. "The prison," she spoke. "I was hooking the bags outside the window in hopes to gather water when it rained when I saw smoke. It's a big, black plume of smoke coming from the direction of the prison. I-I-I…I think my people might be in danger. I need to…"

Georgie reached her arms out and placed her hands on Carol's shoulder. "Hey, hey, hey, just take a moment, 'kay? Do you want to go back to the prison and see if they're okay?"

Hesitating, Carol looked up at the younger woman and nodded; worry clearly visible on her face. "Yeah, I do."

"Alright," Georgie nodded. She gestured toward the back of the building. "See, this is why you're a good person. After being kicked to the curb, so to speak, you have every right to wash your hands of those people, and yet you still want to go back and help them." She smirked as they made their way to the back room and moved the small table away from the door. "Let's go be heroes or something."
The drive to the prison was silent. Carol sped along the abandoned road, dead leaves billowing behind them from the gust of air the car created. The overgrown trees on either side of the road blocked out much of the sunlight from above that it gave the impression of an overcast day. When they neared the prison grounds, Georgie shifted in her seat on the passenger's side and leaned forward as Carol brought the car to a crawl before breaking completely.

About one hundred or more yards away, there stood the prison tower engulfed in flames. Sections of the actual prison buildings were either on fire as well, missing, crumbling or completely destroyed. Georgie looked away from the scene to take note of Carol's reaction. The older woman looked purely stunned and there wasn't anything Georgie felt she could say.
Within the gates, there were plenty of walkers shuffling about, and Georgie could just barely make out dead bodies strewn among the prison grounds, both inside and outside the gates. There was even a military tank, which probably explained the exploded holes in the walls of the buildings.

"Did a world war take place here?" Georgie muttered. She assumed this had to have just happened recently because Carol had not mentioned leaving a prison that wasn't intact.

"I don't know," Carol finally found her voice. "Someone must've attacked them." Turning in her seat, she opened the driver's side door and hopped out, holding onto the door while she stood there, still just staring at the destruction.

Georgie did the same. "Do you want to go up there and check for survivors?"

Carol frowned and shook her head. "There are too many walkers and—" She cut herself off when something caught her attention. "There," she pointed toward a section of the woods far across the field and opposite them.

Georgie narrowed her gaze and saw what Carol was seeing; a burly figure running off into the trees. "Who is it?"

"I think that's Tyreese."

"The one who went ape-shit over Karen's death?"

Carol nodded. "One in the same."

Georgie tapped the roof of the car. "Let's go after him." Off Carol's look toward her, she added, "We back up out of here, and go around. There has to be a road that leads around these parts, in that direction. Maybe the woods there come out to a road. We can cut him off and bring him back to the law office, ask him what happened."

Pursing her lips in thought, Carol seemed conflicted at the suggestion presented. "I think I'd be the last person he would want help from."

"Well, you can't begin to make amends with him if you just keep standing here like an indecisive lump on a log." Georgie walked around toward the front of the car and gestured behind her with her thumb. "C'mon, switch places. I'll drive."

Carol still seemed hesitant, but when Georgie was in front of her, giving her a gentle shove out of the way, she finally moved. Georgie slid into the driver's seat and Carol went around to the passenger's. Both shut their doors at the same time and, as soon as Georgie shifted the car out of park, she made a three point turn and pulled the car around to head back in the direction they had come.

She got back onto the main road they had been on before turning off onto the access road which had led to the prison and retraced their steps. Georgie didn't exactly know where to go, but she was usually pretty good at winging it in situations like this. Instead of continuing straight toward the direction of the town where the law office was, she instead turned left onto another she felt might lead toward the area they wanted to get to.

However, not ten minutes on that road, they were blocked by two cars on the road; one of them overturned and charred by some sort of fire that had gone out long before.

"We can't continue this way in the car," Georgie commented. "We can go back toward the prison and go around the other way hopefully." She sat back and looked at Carol. "It's your call."

"I suppose we could try that."

"If you don't want to, we can just head back to town, to the office and work on that supply run before it gets dark."

"No," Carol muttered. "We need to help the others. There were children there."

Georgie nodded. "Alright then," she smirked. "Operation Save the Children is now in effect."

Putting the car into reverse and another three point turn, both women were once again off.
Carol had decided they go back to the prison and just drive across the field and leave the car there at the edge of the woods where they saw Tyreese go. She figured they could follow him on foot to catch up that way, and once they found him, double back to the car. Doing just that was easier said than done. The terrain wasn't exactly ideal for a car that was nearing twenty years of age. Hitting a hole in the ground, one of the hubcaps popped off and rolled away.

"Shit," Georgie swore when the car got stuck in somewhat of a ditch. "Great plan," she grumbled.

"Sorry," Carol shrugged. "It worked in theory."

"We won't be able to turn this car around."

They sat there for a moment, staring at the woods before them and Georgie turned off the ignition. Behind them several walkers had become distracted by their car and were ambling toward the woods.

"We're gonna have to make it on foot from here on out until we can find another car," Georgie continued.

"I don't think we're gonna make it back to the law office," Carol sighed, hopping out of the car. "It was nice while it lasted."

"Hey," Georgie shrugged as she got out and followed Carol to the trunk of the car. "It served a purpose." As they opened the hatch and Carol pulled out a backpack and a hunting knife she strapped to her belt, Georgie added, "I actually got to use a toilet. Do you know how long it's been since I used an actual toilet?"

Smirking, Carol opened the backpack and shoved a few canned goods and a canteen of water inside, along with extra ammo. "I liked the sofa."

"Want me to carry that?" Georgie gestured to the backpack as Carol threw it over her shoulder and slid it on.

"No, I'm good."

Both women turned around to see the walkers still approaching but they were at a safe enough distance away still to get a head start away from them. Nimble like cats they entered the woods, darting around trees, trying to look for clues of which direction Tyreese might have gone into.

"This would be easier with Daryl," Carol commented under her breath.

"Hmm?" Georgie looked over at the other woman. "Daryl one of the other people from your group?"

"Yeah," Carol nodded. "He's great at hunting and tracking. He can touch a footprint and tell how long it's been since it had been made. He's like the MacGyver of nature."

Georgie chuckled a bit. "We're you two close?"

Carol closed her mouth tight and looked forward. Licking her lips a bit, she gave a faint bob of her head to confirm Georgie's question. "He's a good friend. I care for him a great deal."

Grinning, Georgie nudged Carol's arm with her own. "Do you like him like a boyfriend?" she inquired, teasingly.

"Oh, shut up."

"I'll take that as a yes."

"I did not say yes."

"You didn't have to," Georgie insisted. "Omission is admission."

"That is…okay," Carol caved slightly. "I have never found him to not be unfriendly on the eyes and he is a very good man, and I care about his well-being and I believe he cares about me just as much, but," she asserted, "Our group has been through so much together that it forced us to bond and grow close. We needed each other to survive and all grew to love each other as family."

"Oh, what a cop out."

"I just refuse to give you the satisfaction of turning me into a teenage girl with a schoolyard crush."

Georgie snickered and rolled her eyes. "Whatever."
They walked around for a long time before night fell and the trail they seemed to have found went cold. Huddling up back to back on the forest floor, they kept their eyes open in all directions while they rested for a few hours. Traveling in the woods at night was never an easy thing to do. Georgie fell asleep at some point, for an undisclosed amount of time, only to be eventually awoken by Carol who was nudging her forcefully in the shoulder.

"Georgie, we have to move," Carol's voice rang out in a loud whisper. "Walkers."

That snapped Georgie to consciousness. She practically sprang to her feet as she whipped her head around to look where Carol was looking and, sure as shit, a small herd of around eight or nine walkers was approaching about fifty or so feet away.

"Fucking walkers," Georgie grumbled. "Never a dull moment, I swear to Christ."

Both her and Carol unsheathed their respective knives and made a beeline away from the walkers, headed down a slight ravine which they hoped would slow the walkers down. Trudging through a tiny stream of water, they leaned forward and crawled up the other side of the ravine which happened to be considerably steeper and harder to ascend. When Carol began to unintentionally slide back, Georgie looked around for a different route and then slapped Carol's arm before gesturing to an old, fallen tree trunk which was a little ways up from the where they were in the stream and covered the entire expanse of the gap from one side to the other.

If they could make it there on time and outrun the walkers, which were now starting to stumble down into the ravine behind them, they could climb across the fallen tree and get to the other side, to safety. The walkers wouldn't be capable enough to follow the same path without falling over.

While the walkers who had managed to get back up to their feet after stumbling down into the creek began to follow after Georgie and Carol, the women climbed back up the same side of the ravine they first came down. They slipped slightly, trying to get their footing on the slick leaves that coated ground in spots. However, there was no competing with the agility of a living, breathing individual compared to that of a walker. Georgie and Carol ran the last few feet to the base of the fallen tree and then began the tedious task of carefully crawling across it without slipping off and falling.

"Be careful, take it slow," Georgie warned. "This trunk is about ten or twelve feet above the creek; you fall off this, you'll break something or at the very least sprain something, and then you're open game for those ramblers down there."

"Don't worry; I've managed plenty a slippery slope before."

"Did you just make a pun at me right now?"

Carol released a small giggle, despite everything going on. "Maybe."

"D'ya ever read Bridge to Terabithia?"

"With the two kids who create the make-believe world in the woods? I read it to Sophia once."
"Yeah," Georgie replied. "Except I was more thinking about the fact that they used a fallen trunk like this to get to Terabithia."

"I thought it was a rope swing?"

Georgie thought about it, just as she made it to the other side of the trunk. "Oh, yeah," she said. "It would've made more sense if their bridge was something that resembled an actual bridge, though, right?"

Both of them successfully reached the other side of the ravine and turned to see one walker was making the move to actually crawl across the trunk as well. Georgie sighed heavily and gestured to their side of the trunk. Carol took the hint and helped her shift it and try and push it down into the ravine so that it no longer served the purpose of a bridge anymore. It took a lot of heave-ho, but they managed it. The walker who was starting to climb over the trunk slid off and fell face first into the creek while the others in already creek were clawing at the women's side to no avail.

Wiping their hands on their pants, they looked at each other with a nod and then continued on through the woods; forgoing sleep and doing the best they could to find Tyreese in the dark. They did take breaks here and there, to rest their feet or share swigs of water from the canteen in Carol's backpack. Several hours later, when daylight crested over the horizon and began to filter through the trees, they were able to fully resume their search for Tyreese. The trail, or what trail they had been able to follow the day before, had all but gone cold and it became more aimless wandering and just hoping to find their way out of the woods and hope to reach better shelter by the next nightfall.

"I wonder who made it out of the prison," Carol eventually spoke, after a long while of neither women talking.

Georgie couldn't really offer a suggestion, since she knew none of the people. "Well, the children, definitely," was all she could manage to say.

"Carl, Judith, Lizzie, Mika, Luke, Molly," Carol rattled off.

"Those the kids?"

Carol nodded, her thumbs hooked in the straps of her backpack as they walked. "Judith isn't quite a kid, though. She's just a baby. She was born about eight months ago during an emergency c-section and her mom died from too much blood loss. Carl is Judith's older brother. He had to shoot his mom so she wouldn't turn."

"Damn," Georgie gasped.

"Yeah," Carol agreed. "Carl and Judith are Rick's kids. Jesse and Mika; they're sisters. They lost their father a few days ago and I had kinda taken them under my wing. The other two, Luke and Molly, I wasn't too close with. Another boy, Owen, he died a few days ago from the flu."

"I hope they all made it out."

"Me, too." Carol looked sad as she glanced at the ground before them.
No more than another hour of walking and searching through the woods had gone by when Carol noticed a large set of footprints in a muddy stretch of walking path.

"I found something," Carol announced and pointed in the direction the footprints were headed. "That way, I think."

Georgie followed after Carol for a short while longer when they came upon three walkers shuffling along together. When they caught whiff of the women's scent, they turned and came toward them. As not to alert any others, Georgie pulled out her hunting knife instead of her gun and braced herself. As soon as the first came close enough to her, she grabbed its shoulder to hold it back at a safe distance and then jammed the blade into its skull. She pulled the blade out easily as the walker dropped dead to the ground. Carol used her knife as well and took down the second walker.

"Go ahead, go," Georgie called over. "I'll catch up."

The third walker came ambling toward her as she led it a few feet away from Carol who continued to followed the footprints in the mud. Gripping the handle a little more tightly than normal, Georgie all but snarled just like the walker as she lunged at it and buried the blade into the third walker's forehead. As it went down, she crouched down over its body while removing the knife. She wiped the blade on the walker's shirt and then stood up, cracking her neck.

When Georgie caught up with Carol, she knitted her brow together and stopped in her tracks. "D'ya hear that?"

"Hmm?"

"I thought I heard a baby crying."

Carol shot Georgie a look. "Judith."

Both women turned their walking into more of a sprint as the sound of crying got louder and then somewhat muffled. The figures of two walkers moving through the trees up ahead caught their attention.

"This way," Georgie pointed. "They hear the crying too."

Carol and Georgie followed the direction the walkers were headed and that's when they saw them; the two blonde girls, standing back to back. The oldest was holding a crying baby girl who was wiggling around. The younger of the two held a gun up, pointed at the walkers with shaking hands, clearly terrified to pull the trigger, but she somehow did. The gun fired and the blast sound bounced off the trees. However, her aim was poor and it missed whatever walker she had been meaning to shoot.

That's when Carol and Georgie got close enough. They each used their knives and took down a walker; Carol the female, Georgie the male. The younger sister all but squealed in delight when she saw Carol there.

"Carol!" she ran over to the older woman and hugged her side while she looked back over to her older sister who still held Judith. "Lizzie, it's okay now. Carol's here."

Georgie approached Lizzie and placed a hand to her shoulder. "Sweetie?"

Lizzie snapped out of whatever zone she was in and removed her hand from the baby's mouth. She looked suspiciously up at Georgie and then looked over her shoulder toward Carol. Her entire demeanor changed in seconds; from comatose to jubilant. From Georgie's perspective, it was a little unsettling. Carol walked over, still holding her blade in her left hand while reaching for Judith with her right. Lizzie readily passed the baby girl along and then shifted the diaper bag on her shoulder.

"You came back," Lizzie greeted.

"I did," Carol confirmed.

Lizzie shot a look at Georgie. "Who are you?"

"I'm Georgie."

"Isn't that a boy's name?"

"It's short for Georgianna. I was named after my grandpa George, though," Georgie explained.

"She's a friend," Carol assured, "and she just help save you from those walkers, so don't be rude. Remember your manners."

Lizzie looked from Carol, and then back to Georgie. "Thank you. I'm Lizzie. That's my sister, Mika."

"Hello, Lizzie," Georgie nodded. "And you're welcome."

"Who are you traveling with?" Carol asked the sisters. "You're not alone, are you?"

"No," Mika shook her head. "We heard someone scream and Tyreese went to go help them. He gave me this gun and he told us to run if we saw walkers, but I couldn't. I got too scared."

"You shot at the walker, though. We heard it. That counts for something," Georgie remarked. "But it is always safer to run away if you can."

"Where's Tyreese now? Which way did he go?"

Mika pointed turned slightly and pointed toward a thinning area of tree coverage, so that's the direction the girls led the women. Georgie smiled at little Judith, letting her wrapped her hand around her finger for a bit before they came out of the woods and upon a set of train tracks. Just up a few dozen yards was a large black man wearing a beanie on his head, bashing in the skulls of a few walkers with a hammer, while another man was bleeding from a bite wound in his neck.

As the large, black man dropped the last walker, the females approached from behind him.

"Tyreese," Carol called out.

Tyreese turned around, eyes wide and full of relief.

"How, how?" he mumbled with shaky breaths as he hurried over and pulled an uncertain Carol into a hug along with Judith who she still held in her arms.

Considering what Carol had told her, Georgie could sense why the older woman was apprehensive toward his gesture. To react such a way in seeing her, he must not know what she had done, or he was so glad to see a familiar face, he didn't care what she had done if he did know.

"How'd you find us? Where were you? How'd you—" he began asking all at once, but was cut off by the other man, who was dropping to his knees and was crying; physically and emotionally defeated.

"Stay here with Georgie, girls," Carol told Lizzie and Mika, and then handed Judith to Georgie.
As Tyreese and Carol approached the man, he looked up at them while Carol pocketed her bloody blade. "Stay on the tracks," he muttered. "It was my mistake."

"The woods have more cover," Carol insisted.

"No," the man shook his head. "You don't understand. There's a place, up the tracks. It's safe. You can take the children there."

Georgie watched as Carol and Tyreese looked at each other and then back to the man.

"Trust me, please. Follow the tracks." He hunched forward and looked down, reaching for the other man who had been killed by a walker that was clearly someone of importance to him.

Carol turned around and looked over at Georgie and gestured at the tracks with a nod of her head and Georgie nudged Lizzie forward, while still holding onto Judith. Tyreese followed suit, taking Mika's hand, as all six of them began to make the trek down the abandoned train tracks, leaving behind the man to cry over the body of his fallen friend or relative.
As they walked along, with Tyreese now in front with Mika and Lizzie in between them all with the diaper bag, Georgie looked over at Carol who was once again carrying Judith. Tyreese had only just briefly been introduced to Georgie moments before, and all they exchanged was names and not how she came to know Carol.

"He doesn't know," Georgie mouthed, barely whispering. "Does he? The way he greeted you back there…"

Carol looked at the ground and shook her head before glancing up at Georgie. "No," she mouthed back. "Don't say anything, please."

"I won't," Georgie insisted.

"Tyreese?" Mika spoke, as he looked down at her; still holding her hand. "I didn't run. I didn't leave Lizzie."

"I see that. Tough little lady," he replied, giving her head a rub.

"Hey." Carol stepped forward and turned her back to Tyreese so he had access to her backpack. "There's some water in there and food." She let him remove it from her and set it to the ground to open. He seemed justifiably excited.

"Hey, hey," he muttered, pulling the water canteen out and handing it to the girls. "Here ya go." He smiled and then looked back up at Carol. "I didn't see ya get out. I thought ya…"

"I wasn't there," Carol cut in as she rocked Judith in her arms. "I hadn't gotten back yet."

Georgie smirked knowingly. Well, it isn't exactly a lie, she thought.

"Rick and I found a car, and he took what we had back to the prison while I…kept looking." Carol seemed sad as she looked away from Tyreese who had finished drinking from the canteen.

"Is that when you and Georgie met?" he wondered.

"Yeah," Georgie offered. "She found me on the road. We found shelter together for the night."

He glanced at her and then back to Carol. "Did you see it?" The prison was most likely what he was referring to.

Carol stole a look at Georgie before answering Tyreese. "We saw the end, and then…we saw you running into the woods. You were too far away, so we lost you, but…"

"You found us," Mika beamed.

Lizzie stepped forward. "I knew you would," she said, and smiled.

The sisters then walked in front of them while Tyreese picked up the backpack and began to carry it before stopping Carol. Georgie stopped as well while keeping an eye on Mika and Lizzie.

"Hey, maybe we can circle back and find your car," he suggested.

"The walkers and the fire," Carol commented, giving a shake of her head. "We can't go back to a graveyard."

Both of them looked a bit defeated as all they began moving again; Georgie bringing up the rear while ahead of them the sisters held hands.

Lizzie turned back. "Look."

There was a sign about twenty feet away that they all walked over to.

"Sanctuary for all, community for all," Mika read. "Those who arrive, survive."

There wasn't just a sign. There was also a map below it with all the train tracks darkened and leading to the same place in the center which was designated by a black asterisk and the name 'TERMINUS' above it. The name didn't sound familiar but Georgie had remembered some of the original members of her previous group had split off in search of some safe haven they had seen signs for. Georgie wondered if this was the same place they had been referring to then.

Lizzie looked at Tyreese with a hopeful smile and he just nodded at her.

Georgie nudged Carol slightly and both women looked at each other when Tyreese and the girls made the move to walk forward on the tracks.

"Hmm?"

"If my son survived, do you think he might be there?" she asked. "I heard about a safe haven before, months back, but I never went. What if after all this time that's where my son's been?"

"If he survived, I suppose there's a good chance," Carol offered. "The only way to find out is to go there and see for ourselves. I just…" Carol stopped walking without drawing attention to her and Georgie from Tyreese and the girls. "I need you to promise me you won't mention to them what I told you I did at the prison. You're right; he doesn't know and I need to tell him in my own time. I told you because you didn't know me, I had nothing to lose. I didn't care if you judged me because we'd only just met and were getting to know each other. Tyreese? I've lived beside him for months; he's become like family, and what I did…"

"It's okay," Georgie insisted, holding her arms out to hold Judith. She needed a fix; it had been so long since she held a baby and this little girl was just so adorable. "I got your back."

Carol gave a nod of appreciation as she handed over Judith. Nothing more needed to be said between the women and, for that, Carol was thankful.

"Hey, you two," Tyreese called out when he finally realized they had stopped walking. "We can't stop. We should cover as much track as we can before nightfall."

"Yes, sir," Georgie mock saluted, shifting Judith's weight on her hip.

One last glance at Carol before they continued on, she gave a smile, one of solidarity, and Carol smiled back.

Notes

Comments

Completely understand. Thank you for sharing your talent with us all. Looking forward to your new story updates on Road Not Taken and the sequel to We Can Change.

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1/7/19

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8/26/18

Sorry to hear about your aunt.

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3/31/18

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7/29/17

Nicely done!!!

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1/30/17