Carl is hurt!

So we stop, again. We start to scavengers the vehicles around us, part for the RV, fuel, and Carol found a collection of edged weapons and tools on the lap of a rotting corpse in a pick-up truck.

No herd in the horizon so we are safe for now. T-Dog found the truck full of water, now we have enough waters but the food on the other hand.

I approach Rick and tell him," We're going to be low on foods fast, we are beside a forest so we should hunt something, some meat will be good for everyone I think."

He thinks for a moment and agrees, he gathers the group and starts to talk about this.

Four of us will go hunting, Daryl alone because, Rick, Me and Carl. The little one insists to follow his father in the woods.

He is probably more safe with us than his mother anyway. I give them some instruction in case a herd pass by and we set off.

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"So how can I be so strong like you," asked me, Carl.

Yeah, once inside the woods he starts to question me without stopping. From my favorite color to how decapitated a dead.

Rick look at me with a funny smile and didn't stop his son.

I never talked so much in my life, I don't mind though...

We come upon a buck stopped in a clearing, good something to eat tonight. I raise my rifle but stop for two reasons.

One because it's a familiar scene and two Carl starts to approach slowly closer to the buck.

Smiling, he turns back to Rick and me, who watch peacefully, as the deer stands tall, staring back at Carl.

Ah! I suddenly remember why! Before I could warn Carl, a gunshot broke this spectacle and we saw Carl falling on the ground.

Fuck! I forget about this! Too much at the moment!

I quickly approach Carl and start to attend his wound. The bullet made his way toward his stomach, I put pressure on it with my T-Shirt to slow down the blood.

Rick is beside me, completely panicked.

The fat man, Otis is also panicked.

"Hey, fat ass, do you have a doctor at your camp?"

He nods at my question and points toward a direction.

"Th-this way!"

"Rick! Focus! Take your son now!"

Rick take his son and start to run without waiting for us.

I lift the dear and put it in my shoulder and I start to follow him with Otis.

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Rick is running relentlessly through a field, Carl unresponsive in his arms.

"How far?" Rick yells, turning back around for only a second, and Otis breathlessly sends him ahead.

"Ask for Hershel. Tell him Otis sent you."

Rick crosses a tree line and a farmhouse is visible; he quickens his desperate pace. A young woman with a brunette bob sees him running across the field through a pair of binoculars.

"DAD!" she shouts from the front porch.

Rick stops when he reaches the front steps of the farmhouse, staring up at an old man surrounded by his family and begging, "Are you Hershel?"

He explains that Hershel's man, Otis, shot his son, and Hershel immediately enlists the help of his daughter, Maggie, and another woman, Patricia, to help save Carl.