WHITE FLAG

chapter thirty-two : burning pile
{ season two - episode twelve & thirteen }

DARYL CAREFULLY TILTED the dead walker's - Randall's lifeless head to the side as he searched for bite marks. Although, instead of a bite mark, his neck was broken. And there was only one person that could've caused it.

"Got his neck broke," Daryl stated with confusion. Glenn and Kloe shared a quick glance, both of them having the exact same thoughts. They looked back down at the man, who twisted Randall's body around so his back was facing them.

Glenn crouched down beside Daryl as he lifted Randall's shirt up to search for the bite mark. He made his way down, but soon figured that there wasn't a bite mark anywhere. "He's got no bites."

"Yeah, none you can see," Glenn said, shifting backwards so the female behind him could take a closer look. She leaned over, furrowing her brows once she realized that there were truly no bites to be seen.

"No, I'm telling you, he died from this," Daryl gestured toward Randall's broken neck, slowly turning to the two young adults.

"How's that possible," Glenn questioned, narrowing his eyes down at the body.

Kloe sighed silently, "So, he didn't get bit, but died and still turned? You're telling me that he died and turned without getting bit?"

The trio shared slightly nervous glances before Daryl hastily stood up and pulled the arrow from the bark of a tree. He speedily walked away, going into the direction where the farm would be. Glenn and Kloe followed the man instantaneously, not wanting to waste any time from their new discovery.

Once they had caught up with him, they stayed silent the entire way back, lost in their own thoughts. They were thinking the same thing, at the same time, at the same place. The only thing that was lurking in their minds was that Randall had turned... without a bite.

Just as they all thought things were getting better with moving inside the house for shelter and warmth, they thought wrong. They had yet again discovered something new that they had to dig down deep to find out.

They would think it would be a difficult mission, but little did they know that they would find out the next morning.

They had been walking for only five minutes before they all heard a loud gunshot pierce through the air in the distance. Kloe halted to a stop, watching as the two men in front of her did the same.

"What was that...?" Kloe asked in a low, soft tone in an attempt to hide her panicked emotion.

...

The trio burst through the farmhouse's front door, hastily entering the living room where everyone was held up in panic. Daryl was in front of them, and Kloe was at the back while Glenn walked in the middle.

They simultaneously lowered their weapons as everyone straightened their backs. "Rick and Shane ain't back?" Daryl asked, his eyes darting around the room to look for the two mentioned men.

"No," Lori quickly answered.

"There was a shot in the distance. Did any of y'all hear it?" Kloe asked the group, watching as most of them shook their heads.

"Maybe they found Randall," Lori suggested, glancing outside the window.

"We found him," Daryl stated simply.

"Is he back in the shed?" Maggie then questioned, catching the eyes of the three.

Daryl stood still for a moment, then spoke, "He's a walker."

"Did you find the walker that bit him?" Hershel inquired, his hands in his pockets.

"No, the weird thing is... he wasn't bit," Glenn announced. The three watched everyone's expressions fall into shock and confusion, the exact same reactions they had gotten when they found his body.

"His neck was broke."

"So he fought back," Patricia spoke up, referring to Shane. At that point, for Kloe, it was fairly obvious that Shane had lied for some strange reason. It would explain Randall's broken neck, the blood on the tree and the so-called messed up tracks.

"The thing is, Shane and Randall's tracks were right on top of each other," Daryl informed. "And Shane ain't no tracker, so he didn't come up behind him. They were together."

"Yeah, and there was blood on the tree, which would explain the wound on his nose. We- I think he gave his nose a bash in so it looked like Randall did that," Kloe explained.

Lori swiftly walked over to Daryl, "Would you please get back out there, find Rick and Shane and find out what on earth is going on?"

"You got it," he quickly accepted, knowing that Lori wasn't the only one that wanted to find the two men, but himself too.

"Thank you," Lori sent a small smile as she patted the man's upper arm while he walked away.

Glenn and Kloe watched the Dixon leave the house. Their shoulders were merely brushed against each other and they once again shared a glance. She made out footsteps behind the two, causing her to spin around hastily.

Zayn came to a stop in front of them after Glenn copied the girl's actions. "You know you took an hour, right?" he told them, raising his eyebrows as his finger wiggled between the two.

Kloe pursed her lips and nodded, "Yeah. In my opinion, I think it was a pretty good hike. Apart from the part we got attacked by Randall's undead body."

"Y'all need to see this," Daryl returned to the living room, a panicked look on his face. Glenn and Kloe spun around in unison, instantly following the man out of the room with Andrea in front of them.

They rushed out onto the porch, speeding over to the edge of the railing. Kloe's eyes widened as wide as saucers. There were over a hundred walkers spread out across the field, making their way to the farmhouse.

"Oh, shit, this is really bad," Kloe whispered out, anxious. She heard the familiar footsteps of everyone that was inside rush outside, joining their side. "What do we do?"

Hershel, who's breath got caught in his throat, turned to the blonde woman behind him. "Patricia, kill the lights," he ordered, causing her to nod instantly and go back inside.

"I'll get the guns," Andrea informed, spinning on her heels and heading inside along with the rest of the group apart from Hershel, Glenn, Kloe, Maggie, Jimmy, Daryl, Kloe, Zayn, T-Dog and Carol.

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

Daryl briefly turned to look at the Korean behind him before looking back forward at the immense herd in the distance that were gradually getting closer as each person breathed. "Not unless there's a tunnel downstairs I don't know about. A herd that size would rip the house down."

The lights inside the house switched off, making it difficult to see. Andrea jogged out the house, the duffel full of guns wrapped around her shoulder. Kloe couldn't take her eyes off the herd in the distance - she had never seen one that big.

The blonde woman set the bag down on the ground, hastily unzipping it. She pulled out a gun for herself, then Hershel did, then Maggie. She gripped onto a three rifles for herself, Glenn and Zayn, and a pistol for Kloe since she knew that she wouldn't need the rifle. Maggie handed the guns over, earning shocked expressions.

"Maggie-" Kloe began, but was instantly interrupted by the Greene.

"You grow up in the country, you pick up a thing or two," she said, cocking the gun so she was ready to fire at any given moment. Kloe turned to the newly equipped weapon in her palm. She had never wanted to use a gun, even when she used one to save the camp in Atlanta, she still told herself to never lay her hands on one again. But then, she didn't have a choice.

"I got the number, it's no use," Daryl informed, still watching the walkers that were getting dangerously near.

Hershel cocked his gun, glancing up at the Dixon, "You can go if you want," he offered, loading his rifle up with ammo. Kloe cocked her gun, watching as Glenn did the same beside her. She kneeled down, grabbing another gun for her brother.

She hastily handed it over to him, who took it instantly and cocked it. "You gonna take 'em all on?" Daryl asked in disbelief, eyeing the elder man in the corner of his eyes.

He flicked his eyes up again at Daryl, his breath being visible from the cold, shivering temperature. "We have guns. We have cars." He then cocked his gun. Kloe stared at the man with her brows being raised as high as they had ever been. Hershel plus a gun? Kloe would have laughed at someone if they said that to her.

"Kill as many as we can," Andrea looked up at the group, "and we'll use the cars to lead the rest of them off the farm."

Daryl's brown eyes bored into Hershel's, skeptical. "Are you serious?"

"This is my farm. I'll die here," the elderly man simply stated, taking Kloe aback. But she couldn't blame the man. He had lived there all of his life, and belonged to a few generations before. It was his farm.

"Alright," Daryl shrugged, giving in as he lifted his crossbow into the air. "It's as good a night as any." He hauled himself over the white wooden railing and immediately but quietly landed on the grass.

Kloe felt someone place their palm on her shoulder, making her snap her head to the side. Isabelle took a few small steps toward the weaponry duffel, slowly kneeling down and picking up a machete.

"I guess my weapon-free time period is over."

...

Kloe, Maggie and Isabelle were set in the cargo bed of the sky blue car that T-Dog was driving. Andrea was in the passenger seat with her rifle, shooting down walkers as the car got closer to them. Nearly everyone had gotten into vehicles to get closer to the walkers, to shoot them down.

Daryl was ahead, on his motorcycle. Jimmy was driving the RV that once belonged to Dale. Zayn and Glenn were in Maggie's car, and lastly T-Dog, Andrea, Kloe, Maggie and Isabelle were in the blue car.

Kloe's eyes widened with shock as she watched the flames in the barn fly up into the pitch black sky. The barn was on fire. Knowing that they were now close enough to shoot more of them, Kloe carefully got onto one knee and aimed her gun up high as she aimed at the walker's heads.

She pulled the trigger, and the walker she had aimed at instantly fell lifelessly to the ground. Not even giving herself the time to congratulate herself for getting the shot, she moved the gun to the side so it was aimed at another walker, and shot it. Just like the other, it fell to the ground, showing no life.

"Hey, T, drop me off here!" Kloe yelled over the loud gunshots coming from everywhere. Doing as the girl said, T-Dog slammed on the brakes, letting her hop out of the cargo bed. She stared over at Isabelle, motioning her head to the side, signaling her to come with her.

Doing as she mentally said, Isabelle climbed over the vehicle and stood beside Kloe. The car sped off, heading into a new direction. "Here, take my gun," Kloe rushed her words, handing the gun over to Isabelle.

"I- I don't know how to-" Without even finishing her sentence, she took the gun nevertheless.

"Doesn't matter! Stay beside me, okay!"

Kloe raised her bow into the air, pulling the string back as she aimed directly at a walker's head that was around twenty feet away from the pair. She released the string, the arrow flying through the air and piercing through its skull.

Isabelle shakily lifted her gun into the air, squeezing one eye shut as she aimed at the walker next to the one that fell to the ground. She hesitated for a moment, but she pulled the trigger and somehow, without any training, she shot it down.

Kloe quickly smiled proudly at Isabelle before looking back ahead and shooting another arrow. She lowered her bow, darting her eyes in every direction. "Okay we need to keep backing away. We need to keep a clear path for the cars," she instructed, leading Isabelle away from the herd.

"But if we keep going backwards then we'll end up in the woods," the teenage girl replied, staring at Kloe with wide eyes as she continued walking backwards.

"It's okay if we do. From how things are going right now, I don't think we'll be staying on this farm much longer. I worked it out on the map Maggie showed us the other week, this route will lead us to the highway where me and the group came from before here," Kloe explained, gesturing with her hands.

A loud growl erupted from the side of the girls, making them simultaneously snap their necks toward it. Before Kloe could raise her bow to kill it, Isabelle had already taken a step forward and shoved her machete through its skull.

"You're saying we will go to the highway, but what if no one else goes?" Isabelle questioned quickly, panting. Kloe's heart sank into her stomach. Isabelle was right. What if they both got there and no one else was there.

Kloe shook her blunt sadness away and thought positively. "I've been with this group for months. They'll live, trust me, Isa." The teen quickly nodded her head, trusting Kloe. "Okay. Right now, we just need to kill as many as we can!"

Just as Kloe finished the sentence, she released an arrow, killing a walker. She quickly rushed over to the three dead walkers that were on the ground and pulled out the arrows she had used.

She looked up again, noticing that there were a lot more walkers than before. She briefly watched Glenn hang out of the car Zayn was driving, shooting down walkers. She huffed, blowing a strand of hair that was in her face.

"Guess we're going the Lord of the Rings style," she huffed again, grabbing not one, but two arrows and placing them on her arrow rest. She twisted the bow sideways so the two arrows would go in two different directions, not straight ahead. She let them go, and instantly, they both flew into two walkers' heads. "Thanks for the tip, Legolas."

"How did you do that?" Isabelle questioned with wide eyes beside the archer, puzzled at how she had just used two arrows.

"No time for explaining," she responded, raising her bow again with the same two arrows she had previously fired. Her body froze when she heard a feminine scream in the distance, but for hers and Isabelle's survival, she paid no attention to it.

"Hey, isn't that Zayn and Glenn coming toward-" Isabelle was immediately cut off by a walker that had grabbed onto her forearm, making Kloe's neck snap toward her. Absentmindedly, Kloe pushed the young girl away so the walker could go after herself instead.

The walker pushed Kloe to the ground, making her yelp with fear as her head harshly hit the ground. A sharp pain rocketed through her body, but the adrenaline coursing through her body managed to subside the pain.

Struggling to stop the walker from biting into her, she went to reach down for her knife, but it wasn't there. She turned to the side and noticed that the knife had slipped out when she fell. She reached out to grab it, but she was too far away.

Just as the walker had beaten the Schmidt's strength, Isabelle slashed its head clean off from its body, making old, punted blood spray out all over Kloe. Without having time to think, she pushed the headless body off of her and climbed her way up so she was standing on her feet.

Her and Isabelle took numerous steps back to get away from the crowd of walkers that were heading toward them. They both turned to the direction where Isabelle had seen Zayn and Glenn's car driving toward them to pick them up, but the car had gone. Instead every car that was once on the farm was now gone.

Everyone had left, while Kloe and Isabelle were still there. "Right, we have to go, now!" Kloe yelled, gripping onto the teen's hand so they could both run into the woods. They dodged any walker that had come into sight.

The two took one last look behind them, seeing that the entirety of the farm had been taken over; the barn collapsing as the flames took it over; and no more gunshots erupting from anywhere. Everyone was either dead or they escaped.

Kloe wished that everyone was okay, but the only two people that were lingering in her mind were Zayn and Glenn.

...

The sun had risen. The sky was light. It was a nice day. But it was a dead, silent atmosphere inside the car that Zayn and Glenn were currently in. Zayn rested his head on his hand, tears coating his eyes as he drove to the highway. Glenn, who was in the passenger seat, stared blankly outside of the window.

Both of them watched Kloe fall to the ground with a walker on top of her before over a dozen walkers blocked their view, leaving them with only one choice. They had to leave.

For all they knew, she was dead. As much as either of them didn't want to believe it, what they had watched was enough to make them believe. Although, Glenn still had little hope. A part of him knew she was still alive, but that part was extremely small and was in his heart.

He had never followed his heart and always followed his brain. Zayn pulled into a new road, which was the familiar highway that they had been on a few weeks prior. Some weight was slightly lifted off their chest when they spotted the other cars in front of them.

Zayn slammed on the brakes when all the other cars came to a stop, and instantly, Zayn and Glenn spotted Rick, Carl and Hershel. Simultaneously, everyone that was in vehicles climbed out of them and everybody reunited with everyone.

The Grimes family, The Greene family, and everybody else; except Zayn and Glenn.

"Where'd you find everyone?" Rick questioned Daryl as the two best friends stepped forward to join the smaller group, the look of sadness clearly over their expressions.

"Well, Schmidty boy told us he hasn't driven in months, figured it was him zigzagging all over the road," he answered, gesturing over to the man who forced a smile in return. Noticing that they were short on a few people, Daryl glanced around. "Where's the rest of us?"

"We're the only ones that made it so far," Rick replied, pursing his lips as his wife stood up.

"Shane?" Rick clenched his jaw at the mention of his best friend that he had killed on the field. He slowly shook his head, earning a sad and shocked look from Lori.

"Andrea?" Zayn croaked, but no one noticed the sadness and just answered his question.

"She saved me, then I lost her," Carol responded, resting against an open car trunk beside Daryl.

"We saw her go down," T-Dog informed, a look of shame on his face.

There was a long silence for a moment, before Maggie looked over at Zayn and Glenn's expressions. Zayn had tears in his eyes, and Glenn was totally out of it. He was staring into the distance as if his mind was elsewhere. If anything, Glenn was anywhere but the highway.

That's when she realized that her closest friend was gone. She let go of her father and sister and stepped forward. "What about Kloe?" she asked quickly, looking around the area.

Glenn snapped back to reality after hearing her name. He slowly turned to face Maggie, and not wanting to speak, he just shook his head with sadness. Rick, who's heart had dropped, silently cursed as he looked toward the ground.

Everyone's expressions had now faltered. Kloe was one of the keys to the group. So was Andrea, but she had somehow gotten herself on some people's bad side. Kloe, on the other hand, never started an argument with anyone. She was on everyone's good side.

As mostly everyone stared at the ground, a new voice called out from a few feet away. "Didn't think I could die that easily, could you?" Everyone's heads snapped up toward the feminine voice. Zayn and Glenn's eyes widened as wide as they had ever been as happiness filled their eyes.

Kloe, who was leant against a car with her arms crossed over her chest with her bow wrapped around her shoulder. She looked more or less exhausted, and no one could blame her. She had walked all the way back to the highway on foot all night.

A new presence joined beside her: Isabelle. Both of them had dried out blood covered over them, since they had killed walkers on their way there. Zayn stared at this younger sister with shock, his tears now falling out of his eyes.

Glenn instantaneously began to sprint over to her, his own tears prickling his eyes. Kloe smiled as her bottom lip quivered. She pushed herself off of the car and began running over to him. The pair threw their arms around each other, digging their heads into the crook of each other's necks.

They squeezed their eyes shut, the feeling of safety within them as they held onto one another. Glenn felt a single tear fall out of his eye, but he didn't care. Glenn didn't care about anything at that moment. He never wanted to let Kloe go.

Kloe reluctantly pulled away, still keeping her hands on his shoulders. A sad smile approached her lips as she noticed the tear that was halfway down Glenn's cheek. She cupped his face with both of her hands, wiping away the tear with her thumb. "I'm okay."

Glenn nodded, wrapping his hands around her wrists. Kloe peered over his shoulder, noticing her older brother standing there with a wide, teary smile. Glenn followed her eyes, smiling over at Zayn.

Not wanting to, Kloe released her hands from Glenn's face. She jogged over to her older brother, who opened up his arms, ready for his sister to crash into them. And just like he thought, she did. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, resting her head on his shoulder.

Unlike the hug Glenn and Kloe shared, this hug didn't last very long. He pulled away, smiling down at his younger sister. "I'm glad you're okay, Klo. I thought you were-" he cut himself off, not wanting to say the word.

"Don't finish that sentence. Don't wanna jinx it," she shushed him, although he wasn't going to say it anyway.

He nodded in understanding, before his brows knitted together with confusion. "But how did you make it out? We saw you go down," he questioned, examining the girl for any bites or scratches.

"I did go down," she turned to face Isabelle, who was standing beside Glenn around two feet away, "but she saved me. Seems I can never save myself. Gonna have to work on that." Everyone turned to face Isabelle, and everyone sent her an appreciative smile, which she soon returned.

"Thank you," Zayn said to the teenage girl. She smiled widely and nodded once, gleaming at Kloe.

"Are you sure Andrea went down? She could've gotten back up like I did," she faced T-Dog, who was the one who had mentioned the blonde woman.

"There were walkers everywhere," Lori remarked, turning to face the young woman. Kloe's eyes traveled down to Lori's jawline, where there was a mixture of blood and dirt. It was clear to her that everyone had struggled to make it out alive.

"I'm gonna go back," Daryl bluntly stated, moving his legs toward his motorcycle.

"No," Rick stopped the man, making Daryl look at the man with confused eyes.

"We can't just leave her."

"We don't know if she's there," Lori added.

"She isn't there," Rick disclosed. "She isn't. She's somewhere else or she's dead. There's no way to find her."

"So we're just gonna stay here while she's most likely out there fighting for her life?" Kloe questioned, narrowing her eyes at the Grimes man.

"We gotta keep moving. There have been walkers crawling all over here," Rick answered, gesturing toward the current singular walker making its way over to the group.

"I say head east," T-Dog spoke up.

"Stay off the main roads," Daryl told, walking over to the side of his motorcycle to grab his crossbow. "The bigger the roads the more walkers, more assholes like this one. I got him."

And with that, the walker lay dead on the floor with an arrow sticking out of its head. Everybody got into their assigned vehicles, and they left to go who knew where.

...

The Grimes family and T-Dog were in a wine red colored car by themselves; Glenn, Zayn, Kloe and Isabelle were in the silver car; Daryl and Carol were on his motorcycle and lastly the Greene family were in the sky blue car.

They had been on the road for around two hours before the Grimes car honked its horn, making the other vehicles come to a stop. Everyone piled out of their vehicles, Rick being the one to sprint over to Daryl who was at the very front. "You out?"

"Running on fumes," Rick answered.

"We can't stay here," Maggie commented, her rifle tightly in her arms.

"She's right. We can't all fit in one car. There's too many of us," Kloe agreed with the young woman beside her, her bow on her shoulder.

"We'll have to make a run for gas in the morning," he told firmly, staring ahead at Maggie and Kloe.

"Spend the night here?" Carol asked, crossing her arms over her chest to keep herself warm with body heat.

"I'm freezing," Carl shivered out, his hands deep in his pockets.

Lori rubbed her son's chest, "We'll build a fire, yeah?" Rick walked over to his son, handing over his own jacket for his son's warmth.

"You go out looking for firewood, stay close. Only got so many arrows. How many you got, Klo?" Daryl wondered.

Kloe shrugged, "About twelve? Sorta used most of them on the way to the highway. There were just as many walkers in the woods as there were on the farm."

Daryl nodded in understanding before turning to Rick. "How you doing on ammo?"

"Not enough," Rick side-eyed the man.

"We can't just sit here with our asses hanging out," Maggie shared, furrowing her brows at the Grimes man.

"Watch your mouth," Hershel grumbled to his eldest daughter, making her roll her eyes. "Everyone stop panicking and listen to Rick."

"Alright, we'll set up a perimeter. In the morning , we'll find gas and some supplies. We'll keep pushing on," Rick pointed to the ground with his gun, his eyes traveling across everyone.

Glenn and Kloe shared a certain look, both of them having the same thoughts. Kloe nodded, turning back to Rick, "Glenn and I could go on a run now, try and scrounge up some gas."

"No, we stay together," he stopped her, raising his hand slightly. "God forbid something happens and people get stranded without a car."

"Rick, we're stranded now," Glenn reasoned, staring deeply into Rick's eyes to try and persuade him.

"I know it looks bad, we've all been through hell and worse, but at least we found each other," he said in a firm tone. "I wasn't sure, I- I really wasn't, but we did. We're together. We keep it that way. We'll find shelter somewhere. There's gotta be a place."

Glenn stepped forward. "Rick, look around. Okay? There's walkers everywhere. They're migrating or something."

"There's gotta be a place not just where we hole up, but we fortify, hunker down, pull ourselves together, build a life for each other," Rick spat, gritting his teeth. "I know it's out there. We just have to find it."

"Even if we do find a place, and we think it's safe," Maggie started, earning a side glare from Rick, "we can never be sure for how long." Rick looked away, slumping his shoulders. "Look what happened with the farm. We fooled ourselves into thinking that that was safe."

"We won't make that mistake again," Hershel muttered, sharing a look with everyone.

"We'll make camp tonight, over there," Rick pointed over to an abandoned building that had no roof or proper walls; only brick walls that were crumbling, "get on the road at the break of day."

Kloe stared at the pinpointed location, unsure if it was safe. No. It wasn't safe, at all. Rick was putting them all in danger. A herd could pass along anytime and break them all apart, or worse, tear them apart to shreds.

Carol stepped forward toward Daryl. "Does this feel right to you?"

Beth then got the courage to speak to the Grimes man and moved her legs over to him. "What if walkers come through, or another group like Randall's?"

"You know we found Randall, right?" Daryl then spoke up, making Glenn and Kloe simultaneously turn to face Rick, signaling that they were the ones that found him too. "He had turned, but he wasn't bit."

Rick's face went back to normal, he was no longer squinting or glaring. He only nodded his head, as if he already knew. Kloe furrowed her brows at his reaction. "How's that possible?" Beth questioned.

"Rick, what the hell happened?" his wife asked him.

"Shane killed Randall," Daryl announced, catching Kloe's attention. "Just like he always wanted to."

"And then the herd got him?" Lori pondered, the confusion engulfing her. The confusion wasn't just engulfing her, it was engulfing everybody else too. How on earth did Randall turn into a walker without getting bit.

Rick stood completely still, completely silent. Kloe's brows went back to normal, figuring out why Rick was being hesitant. He knew. He knew why they had turned without getting bit. That's when she read through him like a bookworm could read a page.

Her eyes widened completely as if she had seen a ghost. "Rick... don't tell me what I'm thinking is true."

The man turned to her, along with everyone else. Everyone except Rick sent her a confused look as if they had no idea what she was talking about. Rick then nodded, making her heart drop into the pit of her stomach. "We're all infected."

Kloe's shoulder slumped and her mouth fell agape. "What?" Daryl asked to make sure he heard things right.

"At the CDC, Jenner told me," he informed, making everyone who was holding weapons high drop them to their sides. "Whatever it is, we all carry it."

The youngest Schmidt stared at the Grimes man with a mixture of emotions. Some of it being shock, sadness and even a bit of betrayal. He had kept it to himself since they had left the CDC.

"And you never said anything?" Carol frowned, also feeling the emotion of betrayal.

"Would it have made a difference?"

"You knew this whole time," Glenn spoke up, standing by Kloe's side.

"How could I have known for sure? You saw how crazy that mother-" Rick growled, pointing his gun only to be cut off by Glenn.

"That is not your call. Okay, when I found about the walkers in the barn, I told, for the good of everyone," Glenn snapped, growing irritated by Rick's sudden change of behavior.

"Well, I thought it was best that people didn't know."

Kloe shook her head with disbelief, "D'you remember when Daryl and I went out, and we both almost died. Rick, we almost died. And you're saying that no matter how we die, we turn. We would've turned."

"Yeah, I know that," he answered, slightly unbothered. Kloe couldn't believe her ears. This wasn't the man Glenn and her saved in Atlanta. He was a whole new person that none of them recognized. "But you're both here and alive now, that's all that matters."

She didn't even bother retorting to the man, there was no point. It wasn't going to change anything.

That was it. Everyone was infected.

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14th july 2022
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AYYY I FINISHED SEASON 2 FINALLY. it took over half a year to write one season HELP. ANYWAYS TIME TO WRITE SEASON 3 AYYYYY ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE READS AND VOTES ILY ALL!! <3