The next morning, Rosita and Abraham were sitting opposite each other in arm chairs while Rosita was checking over the wound on Abraham's hand. I'm not sure where the others were as I was sitting on the floor, leaning against Rosita's chair and reading a random book that I'd found. It was called "Hush, Hush" by Becca Fitzpatrick. 

"It's not infected." Rosita told Abraham.

"You been going to nursing school on the sly?" Abraham quirked an eyebrow.

"Roger and Pam taught me." Rosita replied with a small, sad smile on her face. Abraham hummed and nodded before Rosita continued. "I think we should stay here today."

"No." Abraham instantly said. "You got some reading you need to catch up on?"

Rosita scoffed. "We got lucky yesterday. But we're all banged up. You especially."

"We've been through worse. We keep moving." Abraham instructed.

"Maybe we always wind up stopping because we never start at a hundred percent." Rosita stated with a bitterness in her tone. I agreed with Rosita on this, to be fair I agreed with her on most things.

"Every minute we waste getting him to Washington, people are dying." Abraham stated.

"You think I don't understand that?" Rosita asked rhetorically. "After everything? You see, I want us to actually get there."

"No, you want us to sit around. You want us to stop." Abraham raised his voice slightly.

"Listen, big one, I don't care how ginger you are. You start raising your voice at her? Me and you are gonna have problems." I warned him, turning around and adjusting my seating position to face him.

He sighed through his nose. "Sorry, little one. I'll watch my tone next time."

"Damn right you will." I nodded before settling back down and looking at my book. 

"But my point stands." Abraham nodded.

The others came into the area and sat around in the other chairs. "This town isn't in bad shape. This store wasn't even touched. We could make a good base here." Maggie suggested. "We could spend one last day doing a sweep for supplies."

"We'll sweep as we go. We've done it since the beginning. We're not stopping now." Rosita answered, but those weren't her words, they were Abraham's.

Abraham nodded. "You heard the lady. We're taking it North." With the big ginger's words, I sighed quietly.

"We tapped out the toilet. Only water that's left is whatever Ellie has in her bottle. Broad river is five miles west. At the very lest we stock up there before we find wheels." Tara tried.

"We got a vehicle." Abraham stated, walking over to one of the cardboard covered windows and moving it slightly. "And it just so happens it got five hundred gallons of water on it."

Across the street, was a fire station which just so happen to have a fire truck outside. "Ya know, I've been in a fire truck before. During an emergency too. We went to a fire house on a school trip. An emergency was called in while I snuck off to look at the fire truck. I was in there the whole time... Didn't notice me until after they put out the fire. Safe to say I didn't spend lunch time in the yard for a while." I told Glenn as we walked over.

"Sometimes I don't know how to respond to the things that come out of your mouth." Glenn stated. I just laughed as we reached the red truck. The others had a look around the fire truck, but I couldn't be bothered, so I hung around outside. I started to play with a random football that was left outside, I started kicking it against the wall so it would bounce back to me and I kicked it again. Fun game, I know.

I heard Abraham laughing as the engine started. I smiled as he drove it a few feet before it stopped again. When the truck moved, a door was revealed on the building, a door which was sealed by big old truck wheels. One of the wheels rolled away from the door. I didn't pay much attention as I continued to play with my football.

Suddenly, the rest of the wheels fell away from the door. I continued to kick the ball without looking as I watched the wheels. I barely noticed the walkers coming out in time to defend myself. I heard a couple people yell out my name, I kicked the ball into the walker's head before backing away from it... And the many others that followed.

"More from the back!" I yelled as I watched more come around from the fire engine. I pulled out my boomerang, stepping out of immediate danger as I started throwing it. I liked my weapon, since I wasn't tall like Sophia, or strong like Carl, it wasn't easy for me to kill walkers hand to hand, do-able cause I'm awesome, but I make it look easier than it is. The weapon my dad made me insured I kept myself away from the danger and used my strengths to my advantage. Which is why I happily took aim and released my weapon, killing multiple at a time before it came straight back to my hand... Covered in blood but at least it killed a few walkers in its path.

There seemed to be more walkers than we could handle as they just kept coming. Suddenly, they started falling to the ground. Eugene was on top of the fire engine and he'd turned on the very powerful hose and aimed it at the walkers. With the walkers withering with age, the water strength easily damaged their brain and sent them to the floor. Dead. I stepped away as the water mixed with walker blood started rushing away from the massacre and in my general direction.

"I been to eight county fairs and one goat rodeo... I ain't never seen anything like that." Abraham commented.

Eugene looked very proud at the top of the fire engine. I clapped my hands together with a big smile on my face. "Hey, Eugenius!" I called up to him to get his attention. "I ever tell you that you're awesome!"

"I do not believe so. But, if you were to believe that, you would be correct." Eugene smiled before moving to climb down from the vehicle.

We stopped for a little, Abraham needed to do something to the engine or some other car crap that I didn't know, once again, ten years old. I was sitting on the hood, with my legs crossed and reading my book. I was happily reading chapter sixteen when a disgusting stench hit my nose. I gagged, and turned away from it, putting my book in front of my face. I'm pretty used to bad smells, constantly being surrounded by the dead and all, but that stink was something else.

Glenn groaned and put his hand over his face. "What is that?"

I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my black bandana before tying it around my face, covering my nose and mouth. "At least someone came prepared." Rosita commented.

"Ew, what is that?" Maggie asked, covering her nose as the smell hit her and Eugene at the back of the truck.

"Whatever's making that stench. Ain't nothing nice." Abraham commented.

"Oh, what gave you that impression?" I asked, sarcastically.

"Ha, you're hilarious." Abraham said just as sarcastically as me, before turning his tone back to normal. "We're not stopping."

We had to stop the fire truck about a quarter of a mile away from what was a massive herd. On either side of the road there were massive cattle pens that housed a few thousand walkers each and the middle of the road was also covered with a couple hundred walkers. "Oh, Jesus." I groaned and looked to the floor.

"Let's go. We're gonna go." Glenn said, turning around and starting to walk us back to the truck which we'd wondered about twenty feet from. 

Abraham was muttering things to himself and staring at the herd. When he didn't walk with us, Rosita called him. "Abraham... Abraham, let's get outta here."

He turned to us. "Hold up." The big ginger even though we were stood there and not doing anything.

"We gotta go." Maggie said to him.

"No." Abraham denied. "No, we don't."

"Well, we do, ya Leprechaun, cause unless Eugenius can make the cure here and now, ain't no way we're getting through them." I reminded him. 

"From here they can't hear or see us. We're fine right now." Abraham corrected himself.

"Yea, this is the definition of fine." Tara said sarcastically. A small laugh came from me, she glanced at me since this was the first time I was acknowledging her directly since I pointed a gun at her. A small smile graced her face, I pulled down my bandana to show her my smile before turning back to Abraham. Her stare lingered on me a little, enjoying the first sign of forgiveness I had shown her before she also looked back to Abraham.

"We need the map. There's gotta be a detour." Glenn suggested.

"We detoured and detoured all the way here. Been about a year trying to get across one damn country and we're still not there. I'm not playing that game anymore." Abraham responded.

Glenn walked towards him. "We're not going through this, okay? It isn't going to happen."

"You got a shitstorm going on behind door A, and a storm of shit going on behind door B. If you're lucky it's walkers or a shot up truck. But, sooner or later you're cornered. You wind up staying and you wind up killing. We don't go back. We can't go back." Abraham explained.

"I'm not talking about going back. Just south a few miles-" Glenn tried.

"No." Abraham denied.

"The tank is nearly empty, Abraham. We probably won't even make it through-" Maggie started.

"Then we'll floor it." Abraham interrupted.

"We still hit them, they still slow us down, then they stop us." Glenn informed him.

"I'm not saying we just go straight!" Abraham yelled.

"That's the way the road goes." Maggie reminded him.

"Abraham-" Rosita started.

"We can get through!" Abraham shouted at her. "I know it! And that means we are not going South or going back!"

"Hey, don't yell at her!" I yelled at him... Bit contradictory but what you gonna do?

"Abraham, no, they're right." Rosita stepped in, putting her hand on my shoulder. Abraham charged towards us all, before grabbing Eugene's arm and walking back along the road towards the fire truck. "Abraham, what are you doing! Stop!" Rosita tried.

"Let go of him!" Glenn shouted.

"I'm not going to let you do this!" Rosita raised her voice at him.

I tried pulling Abraham's arm back but he pushed me off of him so I almost fell to the floor but Tara caught me. "Hey, you are done! You're done!" Glenn yelled.

"Abraham!" Rosita screamed.

"Hey!" Maggie also yelled pretty loudly, guess I'm just that popular.

Glenn tried pushing Abraham off Eugene but the much more powerful Abraham pushed Glenn back. "Do not! Do not! I told you! You do not touch me!"

At the sound of loud yelling, I stopped in my tracks and covered my ears. I could still hear the yelling, although it was muffled with everyone shouting for Abraham to stop, Abraham yelling for Glenn to not touch him when he was the one touching Glenn, Eugene shouting that he's not a scientist... Wait what was that last one?

I slowly removed my hands from my ears when I heard it again. "I'm not a scientist!" Eugene repeated when Abraham and everyone else stopped yelling. "I lied... I'm not a scientist. I don't know how to stop it. I'm not a scientist."