𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏
and she finally gave up, dropped the fake smile as a tear ran down her cheek and she whispered to herself, i can't do this anymore

OCTAVIA awkwardly sat in the back of the car with Carl as the whole car was developed into silence. Every once in a while, you could see Michonne and Rick glancing at each other.

"Hey!" A muffled voice yelled from outside. "Hey! Slow down!" They looked out of the window to Carl's right and saw a guy with a big orange backpack trying to get them to stop the car, but they just kept on going, not even giving him a second glance.

Coming up to a bunch of cars that blocked their path, they had to go in the grass which resulted in them getting stuck.

Walkers came out of nowhere and attacked the car, trying to get in. There was at least six of them. Good thing everyone had their windows up or it would've ended up badly. "Cover your ears." Rick turned to Carl and O, and they obliged. He rolled down his window a little bit and shot a walker in the head.

"YEAH, this'll work." Rick held up a purple blanket with flowers on it. They were trying to make a ramp type thing to get the car unstuck.

"Tell me when," Michonne told them and got in the car.

As they were doing that, Octavia decided to look around in the cars to find anything useful. She only found a couple bottles of Tylenol and a few blankets for the winter. She bundled them up and threw them in the trunk of the car, and then stood by idly while watching them talking about Michonne.

Octavia rolled her eyes in annoyance when she heard the man from earlier yelling for them, running down the road.

Rick banged on the car to tell her that she could move it, and the thing that Rick made worked.

"Let's go."

Octavia jumped into the car with Carl and high-fived him, because they were so in sync.

THEY pulled into a town which made them sigh in relief as they might actually find something here. It looked like a small town, but since it was an apocalypse, it made it look so much bigger than it really was.

They got out it the car and started walking towards the police station which was completely empty. The only thing you could find was trash everywhere and a single bullet laying on a shelf.

Octavia shrugged and took the bullet, and put it in her pocket. She currently had daggers placed in various places on her body, a gun in her pants waist, and a machete in a sheath on her back.

"Damn it!" Rick hissed and punched a locker.

"You got any other police stations in town?" Michonne asked as she looked around the room they were in.

"I was the police here. Me and a few other guys. It ain't a big town." He looked around and then scratched his head. "There's other places to check. May not have as many guns as were in here, but—" Rick was cut off.

"We need as many guns as were in here. Ammo, too," Michonne told him and O nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, we do. But right now, I only got a line on a couple. There's a few places out on the main street... bars, a liquor store. Owners had a gun or two behind the counter that people didn't know about. I did. I signed the permits. They might still be there," Rick explained to them and Octavia bit her lip as she knew that if they don't find any guns or ammo, they will die when the Governor comes knocking at their door. "Do you have a problem with that approach?" He asked Michonne who was looking down at the floor.

"No, Rick. I don't have a problem," She told him in a kind voice, holding out a bullet she found. He slowly took it from her hand which made Octavia smile. It was progress.

They then made their way out of the police station.

As they were walking, they passed a small area that was surrounded with bricks, an opening that they could look through. There was a bunch of burned bodies in a pile.

"What is it?" Michone asked as she had her hand on her sword.

They found a street full of cages and wooden spears that stood around them.

"I don't know."

Someone spray painted Turn around and live On the road.

"It looks like someone's already made this theirs," Octavia commented as she looked around at the place.

"Doesn't mean they found what we're looking for. Couple of the places are just up ahead. Let's get in and get the hell out of here," Rick told, and Octavia jumped when a bird in it's cage rammed into the side closest to her. It kinda reminded her of when Dean and her took this elixir, so that they could talk to a dog to figure out a murder that had happened.

"There. Tyrell's. A shotgun and two handguns. License issued to Tyrell Debbs."

Octavia turned around when Carl taped her arm and pointed to a walker making it's way towards them. Michonne was about to march forward, but Rick stopped her. "Wait. She'll get caught." And she did get caught, but what surprised everyone was when she fell to the ground, a bullet wound in her head.

"Hands!"

They all stood close to each other, their hands in the air. A guy stood on the roof of a building, aiming a rifle at them.

"Now you drop what you got and you go. Your guns, your shoes, and those swords. All of it. Ten seconds."

"Run for the car now," Rick told them, most specifically to Carl.

"Ten..."

"We need that rifle."

"...nine, eight..."

"I think I can get up there," Michonne told them.

"...seven, six..."

"Carl, go."

Rick shot his gun which ended in the guy shooting his gun. He almost shot Octavia, but she was lucky enough to jump out of the way before it could even graze her.

Octavia ran over to Carl with her back pressed up against a car, and watched as Michonne ran into the building that the guy was standing on top of. She got out her gun and cocked it, turning her head to find that Carl was no where in sight. She got out from behind the car and pointed it at the roof that they guy was suppose to be on, but he was no where in sight, either.

Octavia looked on the roof to find Michonne up there with a confused look on her face. The guy came out of nowhere and started shooting at Rick who quickly hid behind a barrel.

Octavia ducked and ran around the car she was hiding behind, and started shooting. The guy fell over and she looked over to see Carl with a gun raised. She gasped and ran towards Carl and brought him into her side.

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

"I told you to run for the car." Rick gave his son a disappointed look. "I didn't want you to have to do that."

"I had to," Carl retorted.

Octavia squeezed Carl's shoulder and bent down to the guy and pounded on his chest. "He's wearing body armor." She opened his flannel, raised the armor and saw his bruised skin. "He's alive."

"Do we care?"

Rick took off the guys' mask and looked down in shock. "Yeah."

Octavia stayed with the guy, also known as Morgan, with Carl as Michonne and Rick checked out where he was staying. Both Carl and her had their guns trained on him as he laid on a table that they had found.

"You sure that you are okay, Carl?" Octavia asked and he nodded with a sigh. "Now you know how I feel when everybody asks if I'm okay." They both chuckled.

"Okay." Rick waved to them, so Octavia grabbed Morgan off of the table and Michonne rushed to her side to help her with Morgan.

They then proceeded to take him to where he lived which happens to be upstairs, so they were grunting and panting all the way up.

"Whoa!" Octavia exclaimed as she saw Michonne almost hit a trip wire. She slowly moved her foot and they proceeded to step over it with the help of Rick to make sure that Morgan wouldn't touch it. "Carl, watch the wire!" She yelled back to make sure that Carl would hear her.

They walked into his room to find bunch of weapons. It looked like he raided the whole town with how much he had stashed.

"I showed him that weapons locker last year," Rick commented as he looked around the room.

"And it had all of this in it?"

"No, not even half. He's been busy." He then looked at the bed. "The cot." We

They then laid Morgan on the cot. Once he was down, Octavia bent down and grabbed a big black bag, opened it, and started grabbing guns. She even threw in a few grenades, because you never know when you'll need 'em.

Octavia looked up and saw a crossbow which she quickly grabbed and put it in the bag that was full. It looked just like Daryl's, but brand new and it even had a sheathe of arrows that were white and green.

"You better like this gift, Dixon," she whispered to herself. "Because you ain't gonna get another one like this."

"YOU don't have to come with me," Carl told both Michonne and Octavia as they followed him down the street. He had decided that he wanted to get Judith a crib, but Octavia had a sneaking suspicion that he was lying. Michonne had volunteered to go. Rick was hesitant, but after telling him that she was going to go, he agreed.

"I can handle it," Michonne commented.

"We told Rick that we would help you," Octavia told him, slinging her arm over his shoulder.

"Guess we should take care of that." Carl pointed towards a walker that was making it's way towards the. Octavia took her arm off of Carl and watched Michonne kill it.

When she turned around, Carl was halfway down the street. "Damn it!"

Michonne heard her and turned around. They both ran after Carl, and Octavia grabbed his shoulder and turned him towards her. "What the hell was that?" Michonne asked him as she crossed her arms and stared down at him.

"I want to do this on my own," He told them and then walked away which made Octavia shake her head.

"You just passed the baby place," she said once she saw the baby place across the street.

"I'm getting Judith something else first, okay?"

They both tilted their heads and watched him walk away before following.

THEY walked towards a restaurant that Carl wanted to go into, Octavia had a dagger out while Carl had his gun. Michonne was right behind them.

Octavia wiped the window since it was covered in dust, and looked through it to see a few dead bodies laying around. As Carl was about to open the door, Michonne grabbed his hand.

They then walked away from the place and Michonne decided to speak up. "You think I was gonna let you go in there?"

Carl turned around with sass. "I just think it's none of your business," he spat. "You don't know me. You don't know my dad."

"I came out here to help," She told him, walking towards him.

Octavia took a step forwards, because she didn't want a fight to break out. Carl might just be a kid, but she was once a kid and knew how to hold her own. She once beat up this one guy when she was eleven and he was sixteen. He was picking on her, saying that she was a loser and a geek, etcetera. She gave him a bloody nose and a broken arm. Nobody ever messed with her again. One of the reasons being that they always moved around a lot.

"You came out here for common interests. We have the same enemy and the same problem. And that's why you're here. That's it." He sighed, his blue eyes shining with something Octavia has never seen before. "This is important. I'm going to do this. And I know how I can. You can't stop me," He told her and then looked at O. "Neither can you." He then started to walk away again.

"Psst." He turned around to face them again. "I can't stop you. But you can't stop me from helping you." Octavia fake coughed. "You can't stop us from stopping you." She put inferences on 'us'.

"Now what?" Octavia asked.

OCTAVIA rolled two skateboards into the restaurant. They both had a cage on them with rats caged in.

They watched as the many walkers tried to get to them, and the trio snuck in behind them, Michonne closing the door as quietly as she could. They hid behind a wall and peaked around the corner to make sure that the walkers were still distracted, and hurried to hide behind the counter.

Both Michonne and Octavia watched out for the walkers as Carl climbed on the counter and reached up to grab a photo from the wall that sat above it.

A walker grabbed Carl's ankle which made him gasp. Octavia had her dagger in her hand and quickly stabbed it. She looked over at where the walkers were and quietly, but quickly removed her dagger, and laid it's head on the counter.

Octavia helped Carl down from the counter and they tip-toed, and hid behind a wall, and watched out for the walkers. Their heart's were beating so fast that they believed that they would leap out.

A rat came from around the wall and not long after, walkers started chasing after them. Octavia pulled Carl in front of her as they turned around, and bolted.

Michonne threw down a chair as the kitchen door opened and out came a walker. Carl quickly shot it as Octavia kicked another walker away from them.

They ran around and came out on the other side of the restaurant, meaning that they just went into a big circle.

Octavia put her dagger away and brought out her machete, and started swinging, heads flying everywhere. Carl knocked over a table and quickly opened the door, and they ran outside, closing the door behind them.

"I've got to go back in," Carl said panicking and that was when Octavia realized that he wasn't holding the picture anymore.

"Where is it?"

"We have to go back. We have to. I have to. It's the only one left!" He yelled and Octavia looked over at Michonne with wide eyes. "Fine." He went to open the door, but she blocked it from his path.

"Not like this. I don't know you. I get that. But can you do something for me?" Carl nodded as he looked at Michonne. "Wait here."

"I can help."

"No. And no more bullshit. You wait here. That's how we get it done." He nodded, looking down. Michonne then looked at Octavia. "Stay here with him. Make sure he does nothing stupid."

Octavia nodded and helped Carl keep the door shut. Michonne then ran off around the corner. She came back not that much longer.

"Hey." She handed him the picture and he looked down at it with a smile.

"I just ... I just thought Judith should ... should know what her mom looked like. Thank you."

"I was gonna go back in anyway," She replied back casually. "I just couldn't leave this behind." She showed them a cat statue that had many colors on it. "It's just too damn gorgeous."

"HEY. I was just about to look for you," Rick told them as he saw the trio carrying a crib with some bags in it, full with baby stuff. They had seriously hit jackpot this time.

"Sorry," Octavia apologized.

"It's all right. You're here now." She noticed that he had a cut on his shoulder, and froze in anger. "Oh, it's nothing."

Michonne grabbed a bag from him as Octavia let go of the crib to pick up the bag she packed that had Daryl's new crossbow on it. It was heavier than she thought it would be.

Octavia followed behind the others and looked around at everything. Morgan did a damn good job on this place.

"Hey!" Octavia was pushed out of her thoughts when Carl shouted. She looked towards him to see him talking to Morgan. "Morgan." The man in question looked up at Carl. "I had to shoot you. You know I had to, right?" Morgan nodded. "I'm sorry."

They then started to walk again.

"Hey, son." Morgan walked towards Carl. "Don't ever be sorry." He then went back to tying a corpse on a stretcher.

The group put all the bags in the car, and Carl told Rick that Michonne might be part of this group which made Octavia smile, and she threw her bag in, and then went in the car and sat beside Carl. "Hey, Carl?" He turned to her. "You're a great kid."

"You're a great old person," He told her which made her gasp, and put a hand to her heart.

"I am not old! You hurt my feelings." Zags wiped away a fake tear and he chuckled.

"What feelings?" He teased which made her chuckle and flick him in the forehead. "Ow!" He exclaimed which made her chuckle. "You're mean." He pouted.

"Get used to it, sheriff," Octavia mocked.