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Tomorrow Never Dies

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“Need any help?” Parker asked as she stepped into the kitchen, seeing Maggie using the chopping board on the centre table. She turned and smiled at her but shook her head.

“No, thank you.”

“There’s gotta be something I can do.” Parker insisted, leaning against the door frame. “Glenn’s locked me in my tent for hours and I need to do something other than stare at the ceiling before I go crazy.” She joked and Maggie smiled at the mention of Glenn’s name.

“Okay. You can chop these carrots, but that’s all you’re doin’.” Maggie ordered and Parker saluted her in response, grabbing a knife and taking up the other end of the chopping board, lining the carrot up with the blade and slicing it down as neat as she could. Maggie seemed like a perfectionist in the kitchen, Beth and Hershel too, so Parker tried to follow their lead. For a few minutes, neither woman spoke to one another, just enjoyed the comfortable silence. But the elephant in the room was too big to ignore, and soon Parker felt her eyes gaze up at Maggie, and she tilted her head before looking back at the vegetables. “Seen Glenn yet?”

Maggie stiffened, and her knife ceased its movement. Maggie couldn’t look at her. “Yes.” She said quietly, changing her mind about the parsnips and beginning to peel some potatoes. Parker nodded.

“Did you talk to him? About what happened at the barn today?” She asked.

“Honestly? He did most of the talkin’.” Maggie admitted. “I just...got mad.” Parker bit her lip and moved the first chopped pieces of carrot to the side before grabbing another.

“You know, he didn’t tell us because he had to.” Maggie didn’t respond. “He told us because he wanted to, otherwise we would have found out some other way and it could have been a lot worse if we did.”

“You might never have seen them at all if it wasn’t for him!” Maggie blurted out, catching Parker off guard. She sighed, letting her shoulders sag and her short brown hair fell like a curtain across her face. “If...if he hadn’t have told me to meet me there after dinner...when we took your people in, my Daddy told me to never let you know what we kept in there. He’s a secretive man, he doesn’t like other people knowin’ his business.”

“Then why take us in at all?” Parker asked, setting the knife down and facing Maggie properly. “Hershel could have easily turned Rick away when he brought Carl to the farm.”

“That’s the thing.” Maggie said sadly, meeting Parker’s eyes. “He couldn’t turn away a dying child, no matter the situation. He would have still fought to keep him alive no matter what, and he did. Just like how he stitched up your head and Daryl’s hip. That man stole a horse from us and Dad still let him sleep in his bed that night!” Maggie laughed humorlessly, rubbing at her eyes tiredly. Parker didn’t know what to say. Maggie hadn’t really spoken to her properly before, and hearing her inner thoughts was almost too much. “My Daddy is a good man.” She said firmly. “But...the barn. He doesn’t understand.”

“What are you talking about?” Parker asked with a deep set frown. Maggie almost bit her tongue, but couldn’t go back now. “I thought…”

“At first I thought it might work.” Maggie said, remembering the start of all of this, when she lost Shaun and her step-mom. How Beth lost it, how Hershel lost it. “For a while, we took any walkers in that we recognised. Neighbours, friends. Even people that we saw working in the village. It was like he was tryin’ to save ‘em. But, he can’t. He never could.”

“What changed your mind?” Parker asked. Maggie looked up at her and sniffed, tears pooling in her eyes.

“Glenn and I went on a run the other day. Lori asked us to get-” She cut herself off then cleared her throat. “Some stuff for her. There was a walker in the back, neither of us saw it, and it got too close.”

“Oh my god,” Parker murmured, “Are you-”

“It was a close call.” Maggie said sternly, shaking her head and turning back to the potatoes. “But I know now what those things can do. How dangerous they are.” Parker hesitated before reaching over and taking Maggie’s hand that was shaking slightly as she held the potato peeler, and earned herself a confused look. Parker smiled at her.

“My brother has never really had much of a love life, I’ll be honest with you.” Maggie felt heat rise to her cheeks. “But, the way he looks at you cancels that out. Anything he had before with someone else, it’s nothing compared to you. And I know that sounds crazy and I don’t want to scare you off but...please don’t give up on him.” Parker rubbed a thumb over Maggie’s knuckles before taking the chopped up carrots and placing them in a large white bowl on Maggie’s left side. “Because believe me when I say that he’ll never give up on you.” Maggie watched with a slack jaw as Parker then shoved her hands in her pockets, just like her brother did whenever he was nervous, and walked right back out of the kitchen. She didn’t get very far before she heard someone coming down the stairs, and Parker slid out of view just as Hershel walked into the kitchen.

“Hi honey.” He greeted his eldest daughter, but she didn’t respond, just carried on peeling the vegetables with a blank expression. “Carl doesn’t need anymore of my help.” Parker paused as she was about to grab the door handle and turned her head, curiosity getting the better of her.

“So that’s it?” Maggie asked with a mono tonal voice. Parker felt her feet surge forward so she was in the hallway next to the arch that led into the kitchen from the dining room, and pressed her back against the wallpaper so neither of the others could see her.

“Rick tried to plead his case.” Hershel said, sitting down at the table. “It’ll be hard, they’ll have to be careful, but he was being dramatic.” Parker bit the inside of her cheek, wanting to walk around the corner and tell Hershel exactly what was out there. The horror they had all seen, what had taken some of their people. Their families. But she didn’t dare. “They’re a strong group.” Hershel continued. “They’ve done well on their own, they’re just going to have to go out there and find their own farm. There’s plenty of them out there to chose from.”

“There aren’t.” Maggie replied. “Every one of them nearby is burnt down or full of walkers.” Parker heard Hershel stiffen in his creaky chair at the word walkers. She knew Maggie had never used that term before, especially in front of her father, and she felt a sense of relief flood her. She really did mean it when she said she understood the danger now.

“Walkers?” Hershel asked, resting a hand on his hip, and stared at his daughter. He scoffed. “So we just keep these people here forever? How are they my responsibility?” He asked and there was a pause, during which Parker held her breath.

“The new command I give to you.” Maggie eventually said. “Love one another as I have loved you.” Parker frowned. She had never read a bible passage in her life, but she had recognised that one. It was something her mother used to say sometimes, whenever the twins were fighting or acting up at home. She told them that you had to love others despite their flaws, otherwise the world would be an ugly place to live in. And now she realised the truth behind her words. “S’what you told me, right?” Maggie asked. “I was mad about Mom. Mad about you marryin’ Annette. I was fourteen years old and I was awful; to you more than anybody. All I wanted to do was smoke and shop lift.” Parker froze. She had always assumed both Greene girls were just innocent and pure farm girls, but now, once again, she realised the truth. Maggie was stronger and a lot more fierce than she first assumed, and she wished she could go in there and tell her that. Tell her to keep that fire up and never let it burn out, because she knew it would save her ass one day.

“Love one another, that’s what you told me.” Maggie concluded.

“Maggie.” Hershel sighed. “I was different then.”

“No. You are different.”

“I am.” Hershel nodded. “But we’re not. I love you. That’s part of this.” Hershel hesitated before shaking his head. “Is this about you and the Asian boy?” Parker stiffened and felt her teeth grind with annoyance, wishing Hershel could just remember Glenn’s name for once. “Do you want-”

“No!” Maggie’s voice cracked as she set down the potato peeler, staring at her father was tear filled eyes. She took a long breath. “His name is Glenn. And he saved my life the other day when one of the people you think is sick tried to kill me. How’s that for dramatic?” Parker couldn’t see, but it was obvious Hershel was taken aback as he didn’t say anything. “Things aren’t what you think they are, they aren’t! The first thing they did when they thought Daryl and Parker were walkers was shoot at them, not take them into a barn and keep them locked up, feeding them chickens every night! Because it’s not safe!” She tried to reason with him. “So don’t do this!” Parker held her breath and dug her nails into her palms, ignoring the stinging pain that shot through them. “It’s not about me and Glenn, it’s not about me and you! It’s about you! It’s about who you are, who you’re gonna be.” There was barely a second of silence before the front door burst open and Parker rushed off to the side, hiding behind the stairs, just as Jimmy ran in. He was covered in sweat and panting as he hurried into the kitchen.

“Hershel! It happened again!” He breathed out and Parker frowned, but kept her head down as Hershel and Jimmy both made their way out the door, leaving Maggie on her own again. Parker stayed there for another minute, wanting to make sure that both men were away from the house outside, before sneaking out through the front door and hopping down off the porch. She ran both hands through her hair and let out a long breath, licking her drying lips and scanning the camp. Everyone seemed to be doing what they always did, except now they were looking over their shoulders at the barn every so often. She hated that, the feeling of fear they all had that something was about to go wrong. It was in her gut and she could feel it twisting and turning, but she didn’t know what to think. So she walked over to the barn to see the horses, knowing that being near the farm animals seemed to calm her down, even for a few minutes.

But her trip was cut short by Carol calling her name not too far away. Parker turned to see the older lady walking up to her with a sad smile and Parker jogged up to her. “Everything okay?” She asked and Carol shrugged.

“Daryl wants us, says its important.” Parker’s face creased up in confusion.

“Daryl?” She asked. “What-”

“Come on.” Carol gently took her hand and led her over to a small grassy path that led around the edge of the woods closest to the farm house, right behind the barn. “We had a fight earlier.” Carol explained after a while of walking and Parker snapped her head towards her.

“A fight?” She asked, her voice laced with worry. “What kind of fight?”

“It was more of a squabble.” Carol shook her head with a laugh, but Parker didn’t seem to calm down.

“Did he say something to you?”

“Called me a bitch, but he had every right too.”

“Carol-”

“I told him we might not find Sophia. That...that even I didn’t know if we were going to find her. I guess it sounded like I was giving up, and maybe I was but...he looked so hurt. I’ve never seen him like that before. I feel awful, Parker.” Carol hung her head, and Parker assumed she had done the same action multiple times with her husband, Ed. “Which is why I’m wondering why he’d bother to see me. You I get, he likes you. More than any of us at least.” Parker blushed.

“I suppose.” Parker wondered if Carol was just leading her blindly through the woods before finally seeing Daryl leaning against a tree, sharpening his hunting knife.

“There had better be a good reason for dragging us down here.” Parker said, catching his attention. He sheathed his knife and nodded his head for the women to follow him.

“Come on.” Daryl led them through the woods, both women not speaking or asking where they were going, before he brought them to a small pond surrounded by large weeds and flowers.

“You see that?” Parker and Carol looked around but neither could tell what he was talking about.

“See what?” Carol asked, stepping over a fallen branch from a nearby oak tree. Then Parker saw the white flowers and she felt her stomach flip. Cherokee Rose’s, and a whole bunch of them. They were blooming in the sunlight near the water, just like she had found one a few weeks back. She smiled and walked over to it, bending down to stroke the petals.

“How did you…” She said breathlessly, staring up at Daryl through narrowed eyes as the sun beat down on her.

“You were right, about the rose being a sign.” He said softly, looking over at Carol. “We’re gon’ find her.” He said, his gruff voice speaking volumes to both of them. No one said anything for a few moments before Parker heard Daryl shift on his feet. “Look uh, sorry ‘bout what happened this mornin’.” Parker glanced up at Carol who was smiling at Daryl.

“You wanted to look for her.” She said quietly. “Why?” Parker blinked, looking down at the rose and gently picking one off of its stem. “This whole time I just...I wanted to ask you.” Parker had been wondering the exact same thing. Daryl had nothing to gain from searching for Sophia, if anything he seemed to lose more than he took back. He could have died the last time he went outside the farm looking for her.

“Cos I think she’s still out there.” Daryl said with a nod of his head, and Parker felt the corner of her lips tug up in a tiny smile. There was a small part of him that cared, she knew that know more than ever after everything he had done for her these past few days. “Truth is...what else I got to do?” Parker stood up, holding the flower close to her chest, and took a few steps back so she was aligned with Daryl. Carol looked at them both before reaching forward and running her fingers over one of the flowers herself and smiled at it fondly.

“We’ll find her.” She said and Parker’s head tilted up in surprise. “We will. I see it.” She smiled and tucked the rose behind her ear, letting some of her hair cover the stem and keeping it in place. Carol then slowly moved backwards away from the flowers and back up the path towards the farm, leaving Daryl and Parker alone. Seconds ticked by before Parker started following her, turning back to the lonely Dixon before chuckling.

“Come on, you big softie. Let’s get lunch.” Daryl scoffed.

“I ain’t no softie.” But he trudged after her anyway.

***

Everyone seemed to be crowded round the porch by the time Daryl, Parker and Carol got back. Carl was sat on one of the chairs at the little rickety table playing chess with Beth and Patricia, whilst Maggie and Glenn sat on the steps staring at each other with so much fondness in their eyes it made Parker smirk. She knew they would be alright. T-Dog and Andrea were making their way towards them and they both looked rather concerned.

“You know what’s going on?” T-Dog asked as they approached Glenn who had stepped away from the porch.

“Where is everyone?” Andrea joined in, looking around the small group.

“You haven’t seen Rick?” Glenn asked and they shook their heads.

“He went off with Hershel, we were supposed to leave a couple hours ago.” Andrea explained.

“Yeah you were, what the hell?” Daryl piped up as soon as he got close enough, Parker right by his side and Carol not too far ahead.

“Rick told us he was going out.” Carol said. That seemed to set Daryl off and he practically growled.

“Dammit! Isn’t anyone takin’ this seriously?” He asked them all, but no one answered. “We got us a damn trail!” He threw his arm up towards the woods, then saw Shane stalking over to them all, the huge bag of guns Rick took from Atlanta over his shoulder. Parker had never seen him look so pissed and she felt the hairs on her arm stand on edge. “Here we go.” Daryl said, as if he was actually happy to see Shane. “What’s all this?” He asked, pointing at the guns, and Shane grunted.

“You with me man?” He asked, handing Daryl a shotgun. He grabbed it and cocked it, holding it over his shoulder as he followed Shane to the others.

“Daryl?” Parker stared at him with a worried expression but he didn’t take any notice. Parker then retreated to her brother and Maggie, who was looking ready to defend her house against the fuming Shane in any moment. Her shoulders were stiff and she had her arms folded over her chest in defiance as Shane looked over his shoulder at Andrea. “It’s time to grow up. You got yours?” Andrea nodded and grabbed her handgun, though she herself looked confused as well.

“Yeah,” She said, “where’s Dale?”

“He’s on his way.” Shane said rather bitterly. Shane handed a smaller gun to T-Dog, who frowned but took it anyway.

“Thought we weren’t allowed to carry?” He asked, looking around at everyone. Shane shrugged.

“Well we can, and we have to. Now look, it was one thing sitting around and picking daisies when we thought this place was supposed to be safe!” He said loudly so everyone could hear. Carl, Beth and Patricia stood up from their seats and stood at the top of the porch in shock, not knowing what to say or do. “But now we know it ain’t.” Parker then took a look at all the guns, then glanced over at the barn, and her eyes widened.

“Shane, please don’t.” She practically begged, stepping forward. “This doesn’t need to happen like this!” Shane glared at her, then looked over her shoulder.

“How about you, man?” He barked, marching over to Glenn and handing him a shotgun. “You wanna protect yours?” Glenn froze and looked at Maggie and Parker with scared eyes before reluctantly taking the gun and looking away, ashamed to be following Shane’s orders. Parker shook her head and put her hands on her hips.

“Hershel’s gonna be furious, Shane. You need to think this through!”

“I have!” He hollered, getting in her face. Daryl’s back straightened on instinct and Glenn’s face twitched. “We need to protect ourselves, what don't you understand about that?”

“It’s not your decision to make!” Parker argued, refusing to back down. “It isn’t your farm!”

“Parker, this is happening.” Shane said sternly then turned to Maggie. “Can you shoot?”

“Can you stop?” She bit back, scowling at him. “Parker’s right. You do this, you hand out these guns, my Dad will make you leave tonight!”

“We have to stay Shane!” Carl protested, rushing down the steps to Parker’s side. She reached for his hand and he gladly took it. Parker heard footsteps from the back of the house and turned her head to see Lori walk out, staring at Shane as if had gone mad. Which at that point wasn’t too illogical to consider.

“What’s going on?” She demanded but Shane was in his own little world, focusing purely on Carl.

“We ain’t going anywhere, okay?” He said, trying to be reassuring. “Now look. Hershel...he’s just gotta understand, okay? He...well he’s gonna have too.” Shane then grabbed his handgun from his holster and walked over to Carl and crouched in front of him. “Now we need to find Sophia, am I right?” Parker then watched in horror as Shane thrust the gun into Carl’s free hand, wrapping his tiny fingers around the handle for him. “Listen, I want you to take this, okay? You take it Carl and you keep your mother safe.” Parker was about to yank the gun from Carl’s hand but Lori beat her to it, standing in front of her son and glaring down at Shane with fire filled eyes.

“Rick said no guns!” She hissed. “This is not your call! This is not your decision to make!”

“Oh shit!” T-Dog blurted out and everyone swivelled round to see him staring off at the edge of the woods near the barn. Parker heard herself gasp as Rick, Jimmy and Hershel all stumbled out the woods...holding walkers by the necks at arms length with poles. She felt the air leave her lungs and she stumbled slightly, thankful that Carl was big enough to steady her at the last second. Jimmy was baiting the two walkers to follow him and they were all making their way towards the barn.

“The hell is that...what the HELL is that?!” Shane cried, grabbing his gun from Lori’s hand. Parker could feel the anger radiating off of him and she watched in despair as he hurtled towards Rick, yelling his name in disgust. Daryl took off after him, with Andrea and T-Dog not far behind. Parker let Lori take Carl and she sprinted after them all, ignoring the throbbing in her head every time her feet hit the dirt, determined to try and stop what Shane wanted to do. Stop him from ruining everything they had created. Maggie suddenly ran ahead of her, Glenn hot on her heels, calling out for Shane to stop, and staring at her Dad in fear. They were never supposed to see this, she thought to herself, they were never supposed to see this!

“What the hell are you doing?!” Shane shouted, running a circle around Rick and staring at the walkers in front of him.

“Look, Shane just back off!” Rick ordered but his partner was having none of it.

“Why do your people have guns?!” Hershel demanded, staring at the group in shock. Everyone came to a stop and they backed away from the snarling walkers, a woman and a man both dressed in work uniforms, before watching the scene unfold.

“Are you kidding me?” Shane screamed, giving Hershel dagger stares. “You see!” He snapped his head towards the others and pointed at the walkers. “You see what they’re holding on to!”

“I see who I’m holding on to!” Hershel argued, trying to keep his balance as the female walker snapped and lunged forward.

“Nah man, you don’t!” Shane spat. Parker stumbled slightly as Daryl pushed her behind him with enough force to make her head spin, before raising his shotgun at the walkers in defence, scanning his eyes for any potential way they could suddenly escape Rick and Hershel’s grasp.

“Stay behind me.” He muttered but Parker shook her head.

“Listen to him, Daryl! Please, just listen to Rick!” She said but Daryl shoved her back again, harder this time.

“Do as I say!” He shouted and she flinched but stopped and watched instead, holding a hand to her mouth as Shane continued to circle them all, hollering and swearing at his ex partner.

“These things ain’t sick! They ain’t people! They’re dead!” Shane exclaimed. “They don’t feel nothing because guess what, they kill! That’s all they do! They’re the things that killed Amy!” Parker saw Andrea nod her head in agreement and she felt her hate for Shane building in her chest. There was no way she was letting him manipulate any of them, not on her watch.

“Shane, stop it!” She cried out desperately but he ignored her.

“They killed Otis!” He carried on, making Patricia gasp at the mention of her husband's name.

“Just shut up!” Rick yelled, gripping the walker with all of his might as Lori and Carl hastily made their way towards the rest of the group. The second Shane started to open fire on the walkers, Parker realised there was no turning back. They couldn’t redeem themselves, not after this. Hershel felt tears run down his cheeks as the woman he once knew to be one of the local diners waitresses kept biting and scratching at Shane, even with bullets in her chest. Everyone screamed as the bullets burst through the walkers stomach and chest, tiny spurts of blood flying from the wounds. Glenn jumped back towards Maggie, raising his gun at the walkers.

“Woah!” He cried out, looking over at his sister who was still tucked behind Daryl, his gun pointed firmly at Rick’s walker in front of him.

“Stop!” Rick cried.

“That’s three rounds in the chest! Someone who’s alive, could they just take that? Why is it still coming?” Shane shot again, barely missing Hershel’s head and Parker ran forward.

“No!” She screamed but she got too close to the walker and jumped back, feeling Daryl’s hand wrap around her arm and yank her back.

“You wanna get yourself killed?” He snapped but she pushed him away.

“Make him stop!” She begged, but Daryl just shook his head. "He's going to ruin everything! We can't go back out there, we'll all die!" She sobbed, gripping her hair and pulling at it in defeat as Shane shot one more time, the bullet going straight into the female walkers head. Her body slammed to the ground and Parker felt her stomach drop as Hershel began to cry, not believing what he had just witnessed.

“That’s enough!” Shane barked out, standing in front of them all with his head held high. “Risking our lives for a little girl who’s gone!” Carol flinched and Parker felt the urge to smack the hateful look right off of Shane’s face, the bastard. “Enough! Living next to a barn full of those things that are trying to kill us! ENOUGH!” Shane panted, trying to catch his breath, before shaking his head at them all. “Rick, it ain’t like it was before! Now, if y’all wanna live, if you wanna survive, you gotta fight for it! I’m talking about fight! Right here! Right now!” Shane then marched right over to the doors.

“Shane, brother, please! Do not do this!” Rick begged him.

“Don’t do it!” Glenn screamed and Parker began to cry as everyone around her started to panic. It was all going wrong...all of it. Just like the attack in the Quarry that night, when they lost Amy and everyone else. It was happening all over again.

“Rick!” Lori cried out, gripping Carl to her chest and pleading with her husband to do something to stop Shane, anything, but it was too late. He wrenched the large wooden barrier off of the door and shot at the locks, the only thing keeping the dead away from the living, before banging on the doors and yelling with all his might, riling them all up. Everyone watched as he yanked the door open and hurried back, aiming his gun at the first walker that tumbled out, snarling and grabbing for him.

Andrea and T-Dog hurried forward and began shooting as well, and that only made Parker cry harder. The moment Daryl opened fire however, she nearly collapsed. She felt her knees buckle as Hershel and Maggie held each other, crying, whilst Beth and Patricia did the same thing. They had family and friends in there, and even though they were dead, it must have seemed like they were murdering them all themselves. She stumbled into Carol who held her in her arms, trying to stroke her arm comfortingly as Parker shook with a mixture of fear and rage.
The walkers just kept on coming, all of them as bloody and broken as the last, and for every walker that emerged, one more bullet was fired. Just as Shane spun around and shot the walker Rick had been holding in the head, Parker watched as Glenn rushed to Maggie.

“Maggie…” He said, looking at the walkers. She then nodded at her head.

“Yeah. Go!” Glenn ran to Andrea’s side and shot down a large walker that was limping on a broken ankle. Parker couldn’t take it. She clutched Carol’s arm and covered her mouth with her hand as the walkers tumbled to the ground one by one, the sound of gunshots ringing in her ears and making her head scream.

After what seemed like an eternity, they stopped. Parker panted out her breaths as everyone around her stood in shock at what had happened, the cries and whimpers of the Greene family being the only thing they could hear. Until a soft moan came from inside the barn. Everyone stared at the door, hearing the shuffling of the hay and the grunts of another walker making its way towards them, and they held their breath. Parker felt her heart break the second the walker came into view, holding its tiny, scratched up arms in front of its small face to shield the sunlight. It was a girl, not much older than Carl, with a blue shirt, khaki shorts, and dirty strawberry blonde hair. Parker stood up straighter as everyone around her locked eyes with the tiny walker, all of them realising the same thing.

It was Sophia.

“Oh my god...Sophia!” Carol cried out, pushing Parker away and sprinting forward, tears rushing down her face as she made her way to her daughter. Thankfully, Daryl was in her way and he threw the shotgun to the dirt before grabbing Carol around the waist, stopping her before she got too close, and held her too his chest as the two collapsed to the floor. Carol let out desperate whimpers and reached out with her arm as her dead daughter shuffled past the destruction at her feet. Parker felt tears pool in her eyes as she watched Rick grudgingly walk over and take out his pistol. She heard Carl sobbing beside her, Lori cradling him to her chest as she told him not to watch. Parker felt her knees shake and she tried to steady herself as Rick pointed his gun at Sophia’s head, watching her look him right in the eye, before pulling the trigger.

As Sophia collapsed to the ground, Parker’s Cherokee Rose fell from behind her ear. And in that moment, everyone seemed to have died with her.

Notes

IMPORTANT - Don't worry, all chapters will be returning shortly, had to be taken down due to laptop technical issues but they will up soon again for you all! :D

Comments

Still here! Yes excited for season 8! July 21st first sneak peak of it!! Love this story!!

Loul461 Loul461
7/7/17

Wow!! Other than Herschel getting hurt, that was great!! Thank you for the updated chapter and hope you keep doing it!! You are a great writer!!

JetCmoon JetCmoon
4/10/17

Yay youre back ! Cant wait to see where it goes now!

Loul461 Loul461
4/10/17

yayy you're back

milouuu milouuu
3/20/17

I'm so glad you're back, I've missed this story! :)

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3/19/17