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No Rest for the Undead

Chapter Tweleve: Interlude Part Two

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No Rest for the Undead
Chapter twelve: Interlude Part Two
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Carol’s P.O.V.
Two days! Two days, that my baby girl had been lost out in those woods. My only comfort was that she was with Ava. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that woman would protect my little girl with her life. But my mind wouldn’t stop thinking up all the horrible things that could happen to the two of them. The only thing keeping me sane through this whole thing was watching over Harper.

The poor thing hadn’t stopped crying since she watch Ava and Sophia being chased off into the woods. She wouldn’t even speak, and she barely ate. She would just sit there in the middle of the camp and stare off towards the woods. Pepper never left her side, preferring to sit next to the distraught little girl, her head resting on Harper’s lap. I did my best to keep myself together, if only for Harper.

Shane seemed to have given up on the idea of Ava and Sophia being alive. To be honest it seemed like he didn’t care. Honestly, the man was starting to give me a bad feeling. Surprisingly, Merle and Daryl where the two who insisted that they were still alive, though Merle was of the mind that Ava could take care of herself and Sophia and she didn’t need our help to find them.

Daryl on the other hand spent most of the past two days looking for them, with an annoyed Merle following behind him, muttering about stupid people and his brother going soft.
I was currently trying to get Harper to eat something, worried about the lack of food she’d eaten the past two days. Despite my best efforts the poor thing just sat there starring off silently at the trees.

“Walker! Walker!” Andrea shouted suddenly from the top of the RV.

I stood up and glanced towards the trees where she was looking.

“Just the one?” Dale asked.

“I bet I can nail it from here,” Andrea stated, holding up a shot gun.

“No, no, Andrea. Put the gun down. You’d best let us handle this,” Shane denied.

Andrea scowled at him as Rick, Shane, Daryl, Merle, and T-Dog all took off towards the lone walker that was heading towards the farm. Andrea muttered something under her breath, laid down on the top of the RV, and seemed to be trying to line up a shot.

“Andrea, don’t,” Dale argued.

“Back off, Dale,” Andrea grumbled.

“Andrea, you could hit one of them!” I tried.

But Andrea just ignored me. I watched as the men of the group reached the walker, and they all stopped. Why aren’t they taking it out? Unless… it’s not a walker.

“Andrea wait don’t…”Andrea firing the shot gun cut me, and I watched as the figure fell to the ground, revealing a smaller figure standing behind it. Rick screamed, and the men converged around the downed figure.

“Oh my god,” I whispered.

Daryl came racing up towards the farm house, a limp figure in his arms. He raced past me towards the porch where Hershel was standing. I caught a glimpse of Ava’s face, and my legs almost gave out on me. Suddenly something small slammed into me, nearly knocking me off my feet. I looked down to see Sophia wrapped around me. A strangled cry made its way out of my throat, and I pulled my little girl into a hug.

Sophia was crying hysterically, and I just stood there, enjoying the moment, glad to have my daughter back in my arms.But soon enough my mind went back to Ava. God, had Andrea just killed her?

“Sophia, darling, let’s go inside and see how Ava is,” I suggested, kneeling to her level.

Sophia nodded her head, and I took a moment to look her over. Her face was red and puffy from crying, but other than that she appeared to be completely fine. I glanced over at where Harper and Pepper had been only moments ago to find that they were no longer there. They must have followed the group inside the house.

I took Sophia’s hand and lead her into the house. I followed the sound of everyone’s voices up to the second floor. They were all gathered around a room at the back of the hallway, and I slowly made my way to the room. Several people moved out of mine and Sophia’s way, and I finally managed to glance into the room.

Ava was lying on the only bed in the room. She was pale as death, and completely covered in blood. Hershel was frantically working on her, doing his best to keep her alive. I caught sight of Harper standing at the foot of the bed, Pepper in her arms. Suddenly a groan left Ava, and she shifted on the bed. Her eyes opened slightly, and she glanced around the room. Her eyes caught on Hershel and she stared at him for a moment, seeming to be confused about something.
“U…Un…Uncle Hershel?” She questioned.

Her eyes rolled back into her head, and just like that she was once again unconscious. Uncle Hershel? They were related? And somehow, they’d managed to find each other in this hell. It was another miracle, first Rick finds his family, Sophia had been brought back to me, and now Ava found her family. Hopefully Hershel would be able to pull another miracle and save Ava.
I clutch Sophia close to me, and said a silent pray.

Ava had looked after and kept my little girl safe for two days. I owed her everything, and I just wish I could do something to help. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Andrea standing next to me peering into the room. I felt anger flash through me. She was told not to fire that gun. She wasn’t experienced enough to be trying to make a shot like that. She could have hit one of the men, she could have hit Sophia, and she did hit Ava.

I turned and glared at her, angry that she could be so careless. She was so ready to prove herself, prove that she could protect the group to, prove that she could be like the men, that she could have just gotten Ava killed. Andrea glanced over at me and she had the decency to look ashamed.

“Carol, I…”

“Don’t. Just don’t Andrea. You were told not to fire that gun. You could have hit any of them. You did hit Ava. They had it handled, but you just wanted to try to prove yourself, everyone else be damned. This is on you,” I stated, shaking my head.

After Ed’s death, after the long talk I’d had with Ava in the RV, after feeling useless in the CDC, and after watching my daughter be chased off by walkers, I had decided. I wasn’t going to be that quiet woman that sat back and did nothing, I wasn’t going to be the woman that took shit from people anymore.

I needed to stand up for myself, and protect my daughter. Starting today things are going to be different. I’m going to be different. And when Ava pulls through this I’m going to have her teach me how to defend myself. I won’t just stand by anymore and wait for someone to save me!!!

Notes

AN: alright so I know I said I’d be going back to Ava’s P.O.V. but I was having some major writers block, and I figured why not do a chapter in Carol’s P.O.V. And now we have the start of a badass Carol. It’s gonna take a while for her to overcome her fears and be more confident but she’ll get there. Review and let me know what ya think!

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