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Peaches & Softie

Chapter 13 (2/2): What Lies Ahead

Carter's P.O.V
I wake up with a groan, sitting up in the back seat of a car as Daryl sits in the shotgun, snoring lightly. I pop my back and my neck, grabbing the weapons from the driver's seat and slinging them on my back. As I go to open the door I hear the redneck mutter, " Where are you goin' off to?" in a morning voice.
" Look for her. It's early mornin'. A great time before anyone gets up."
" Just sleep until everyone else does. I know she's fine," he says before locking all the doors, making me flip him off. " Hate you too, now sleep." I roll my eyes before laying back, my eyes closing without permission.

Carter's P.O.V
" Pick a weapon," Rick orders, laying out a bunch of hand-held weapons on the car, since only a few of us are allowed actual guns or ranged weapons, counting me.
" These are not the weapons we need. What about guns?" Andrea complains.
" We've been over that. Daryl, Rick, Carter and I are carrying," Shane states, " We can't have people popping off a round every time a tree rustles."
" It's not the trees I'm worried about."
" Say somebody fire off at the wrong moment, a herd happens to be passing by. See, then it's game over for all of us. So you need to get over it." I smirk as Andrea glares at Shane.
" Idea is to take the creek up about five miles. Turn around and come back on the other side. Chances are she'll be by the creek. Only landmark we got." As everyone goes to grab their stuff to get ready, I go back to the car I was sleeping in, grabbing my stuff and a knife I found scavenging the cars. I close the door before hopping over the barrier, following Daryl who's up front as the rest are following behind us both, Dale and T staying with the R.V.
As we slowly go up the creek we find a tent, making us go quietly as me and Daryl crouch, everyone else following in suit. I slowly walk over to the tent, pulling out my knife, Daryl following with his bolt ready.
" Sophia, sweetie, are you in there? Sophia its mommy, we're all here baby," Carol calls, getting no response. I slowly unzip the flap, going inside, only to cough at the stench. I look over to see a dead body in the chair, a gun in his hand. I grab it quickly, tucking it in my jeans beside my own before walking out.
Carol stares at me with plead. I shake my head no. " Guy who opted out, like Jenner," I answer. When I do, bells are heard, making us all tense up me and Daryl run towards the Rick and the rest on our tails. As we slow down, trying to figure the way they're coming from everyone begins to make assumptions. I figure out the direction they're coming from, making me sprint again. Daryl calls my name quickly before following, knowing I won't listen.
As soon as I find the church, I look around, not seeing one damn bell. I look around the sides as the rest walk inside, looking around. The bells ring again, making my annoyance grow. I find an electric box on the side. I pull out a few wires, making the ringing stop. The group walks over to me, figuring out the situation.
" Imma go back in for a bit," Carol states before walking inside, the Grimes family following except Lori as she argues with Shane. I walk around, reading a few graves until one stands out to me, making me stop in my tracks. I spit at it, reading it again.
" Some Mom you were," I mutter, turning around only to hit the chest of the redneck, making me look at him.
" That your Mom?" I nod, looking back at the name, ' L.' The thing being so old you barely see the first letter of her name.
" Some Mom, old man ain't any better. Don't know who my real dad is but I know she fucked had a one night stand. They decided to blame me. Put Foyer as my last name too so I won't be part of their family, only my real old man." I look down at my feet, trying to control my anger as Daryl slowly wraps his arms around me, rubbing my shoulder to calm me down. I keep my breathing in check.
" Thanks," I mutter. He hums in acknowledgment. He drops his arm back to his side as Rick comes over to us, telling us the plan. Shane, Rick, me and Carl. I give Rick the extra gun, telling him to give it to Lori, him agreeing.
" Take it easy," Daryl says, taking the group back. I give a small smile back.
" Give me a minute," Rick tells us before walking into the church, Shane following as Carl stays beside me. I ruffle his hair as he asks, " Who's grave were you looking at?"
" ...My mom's."
" Was she pretty?"
" Very, a little too pretty." He looks up at me in confusion before asking, " How can you be too pretty?"
" Well, um, sometimes if you're too pretty or too handsome some people may want them, even if they have a spouse."
" Like Mom?" I stay quiet, trying to think of something before responding with, " Yes, but your momma is loyal to Rick. I know that." He smiles before following me to the church as Rick walks out, allowing me to lead them.

We walk through the woods for what seems like an hour until a branch snaps, making me aim my arrow. I look around to see a buck ahead. I pull the string only to stop as I see Carl walking towards it, almost in awe. I smile at him, seeing his reaction as the buck looks at him as well. I see something behind the buck, my eyes becoming wide, yelling, " CARL NO!!!" a loud shot rings through the forest as Carl and the hunted fall to the ground, going limp.

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