𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐌
you can't make fire afraid

"RICK and Shane ain't back?" Was the first thing that was asked once Daryl and Glenn walked into the living room.

"No," Clarke was the one to speak, shaking her head. "We heard a shot." Sophia's grip on her hand tightened. "Maybe they found Randall," she suggested, hoping that is what happened. 'Cause, if it was anything else, that means that Rick is in danger.

"We found him."

Everything stopped as Clarke thought about the words that had just came out of his mouth. If they found Randall...

"Is he back in the shed?"

"He's a walker."

"Did you find the walker that bit him?" Hershel questioned, standing near his family members.

"No, the weird thing is he wasn't bit," Glenn told them, his face a little paler than usual. "His neck was broke."

"So he fought back," Patricia spoke for the first time in awhile.

"The thing is, Shane and Randall's tracks were right on top of each other." Clarke pursed her lips; Daryl knows what she knows. Shane let Randall go and most likely killed him. "And Shane ain't no tracker, so he didn't come up behind him. They were together."

"Would you please get back out there." Lori stepped forward, her hands shaking. "Find Rick and Shane and find out what on earth is going on?"

Daryl nodded, "You got it."

"Thank you."

"Wait." Clarke followed after Daryl, her hand gripping his bicep as they made it out onto the porch. He turned to her questionably, but she wasn't paying attention to him no more. Her eyes were set on something else.

Walkers.

A bunch of them. And they were heading their way.

"Can't we just get one damn day of peace!?" Clarke exclaimed as the others came out into the porch.

"Patricia, kill the lights," Hershel ordered her and she ran inside the house as quickly as she could.

"I'll get the guns." Andrea ran inside as well.

All Clarke could do was stare out onto the field that was walker infested. Why does this have to happen now? Why now of all times?

"Maybe they're just passing, like the herd on the highway," Glenn suggested. "Should we just go inside?"

"Not unless there's a tunnel downstairs we don't know about," Clarke sassed, gripping her gun in her hand. "A herd that size would rip the house down."

"Carl's gone."

"What!?" Clarke turned around so quickly that she's surprised she didn't get whiplash.

"He -- he was upstairs. I can't find him anymore." Lori was starting to panic.

Clarke put ber gun back in it's holster and gripped her arms, making sure she was looking at her directly.

"Andrea, Carol, and Patricia can help you look for him, but if I know that boy, he's most likely with Rick. And we all know Rick will do whatever to take care of him, to keep him safe." Clarke gave her a reassuring smile.

"Okay." She nodded and made a bee - line into the house.

"Maggie," Glenn spoke in surprise as she handed them all guns. She gave Clarke a look but she held her's up and wiggled it a little to indicate that she didn't need one.

"I could use my sword..." Clarkw suggested and Maggie handed her, her trusty weapon, making the Winchester smirk.

"You grow up country, you pick up a thing or two." She breathed out in a rush.

"I got the number..." Clarke trailed off, looking out at the herd. "It's no use."

"You can go if you want."

Glenn, Daryl, and Clarke abruptly turned to Hershel in surprise. "You gonna take 'em all on?"

Hershel gave them a look, "We have guns. We have cars."

Clarke nodded, knowing where he was going with this, "Kill as many as we can, and we'll use the cars to lead the rest of them off the farm." She nodded again, liking the plan. "I like it."

"Are you serious?" Daryl asked in surprise. His blue eyes glancing between them like they were idiots for even thinking that they could take on a herd of walkers like that.

Maybe he was right.

"This is my farm." Hershel stood his ground, "I'll die here."

"All right." Daryl and Clarke glanced to each other, "It's as good a night as any." They jumped over the railing on the porch and ventured out.

Clarke paused her movement to her car as she saw the barn blow up. She whistled, impressed 'cause she knew that it was Rick's doing. She looked to her car and said, "screw it." Before running straight for the herd on foot. She didn't have much gas in the car anyway; it would've died on her before she got off the farm.

The horde of zombies was coming closer and closer, their smell becoming even more unbearable. They had deformed bodies, and limbs sticking out at odd angles. Their bloodshot eyes darted over the land, looking for food. Reaching arms, flesh peeling, in short, they were terrifyingly grotesque. Groans and moans came from their open mouths, wanting human meat.

Her heart in her mouth, Clarke ran forward, her sword in one hand and a gun in the other.

One of the walkers approached her; It's jaw was dislocated, the jaw was a full five centimeters away from where it should be, it's chest had so many bullet holes you would think is was a target at a firing range. You can see the bones in some places on the leg, from either a third degree burn or it rotting away. It's arms are covered deep cuts by axes, all of them penetrated the bone. The previous owner of the body's guns and knives still attached to his belt.

"Sorry, dude," Clarke apologized before swinging her sword, successfully removing it's head from it's shoulder.

At this action, it drew many walker's attentions to her. She let out a shaky breath before she raised her right hand, the one that held her gun, and started firing. She didn't miss her target - the head - once. She blamed it on all those years of training for not missing.

"Thank you so much, dad. If it wasn't for you, I would be dead," she commented to myself. "Oh, God, why in hell am I talking to myself?" She questioned before shaking her head.

Her hair was gripped and she was pulled around to come face to face with a walker. This walker had one ear missing and both it's lips had been bitten off, perhaps that was it's death-kiss from the walker that turned him into one of the undead. One hand had been mangled and his right bicep was chewed away exposing the white humerus beneath. He had been scalped by some failed attempt to slay him and as he drew each rattling breath he made a low growling moan that chilled her blood.

"Dude, you fugly."

Clarke scrunched up her nose as she pushed her sword into it's stomach, pushing it away from her. She yanked out the machete and swung it it before bringing it down on the walkers shoulder. She kicked it's feet from underneath it, yanked out the machete from it's shoulder, and then brought it down onto it's head, splitting it into two.

"I still got it."

Clarkec nodded, lolling her neck before turning around, facing about a dozen or so walkers. Her blue eyes glanced all around her, noticing the others were driving away. She looked to her left, seeing Patricia, Lori, Beth, and Sophia running towards T's truck. Her eyes widened as walkers started chowing down on Patricia.

"No!" Shw shouted and went to run towards them but a walker latched onto her arm. She turned around and punched it in the face; the walkers were to close for her to use her sword.

Her grip tightened on her gun and she aimed it at a walker who had a couple other walkers behind it. She pulled down on the trigger and shot the walker, but the bullet went through It's head, and through the others, successfully killing three walker with one bullet.

"Damn, that's awesome."

Now that those walkers were out of the way, the others were far enough away to where she could use her machete. She jumped right into action and started chopping away, not caring if she was hitting the head or not. She was just chopping off any body piece's she possibly could.

As she realized that she was the only one left on the farm, she started to panic.

Her eyes narrowed and looked around to find a small gap to slip through. Once she did, shecmade a run for it, running into the woods.

Where was I gonna go? She didn't know where they would meet up at.

She tripped over a branch, hearing the walkers behind her. "No, no, no," she kept repeating to herself. "I so do not want to be puppy chow for the fucking walking dead!" She complained, glancing behind her to see a couple walkers not that far behind.

She stopped and turned around, and ran straight for them, chopping off their heads in one clean cut.

Shw turned around and continued to run towards the highway; she remembered them saying something about a highway, a place they stopped at when a herd, much like this one, had passed. She knew the spot couldn't have been that far from where she had found Sophia because that is when they lost her.

Okay. I have a destination in mind now.

It took until morning to even get close enough to the highway. To say she was hungry and ready to dive into a slumber for a thousand years, would be an understatement.

"And Clarke?" Her ears perked up as she heard Sophia's voice say her name. "Did she get taken down, as well?"

"There was walkers everywhere and she ran straight into the 'em," Daryl's voice spoke up. "I could go back--"

"No need," Clarke gasped out as she walked out of the woods, crawling up the small hill to get to them. "I'm right - right here." A hand helped her up and she looked up to see Glenn. "Thanks." She then looked towards the others.

"Anybody have any water?"