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    WHY DID OUT of everything that could happen, it was Roland's mother going missing and most likely looking for his father? Out of everything that could've happen, it had to be this. Roland didn't understand why his mother couldn't just stay put and be patient with his father. Just wait for him and Glenn to get back with Hershal and things to just be normal. And at the moment, he was fuming in anger over this.

"Shane, if you don't let me take a damn car I'm going to walk my ass to that town." Roland protested to his uncle that had his hands of his hips with his head lowered. "We have to wait. We can't risk the entire group going out at night. We would be putting more lives at risk than saving." Shane explained and Roland scoffed and shook his head. "Fine. I'm goin' on my own then." He growled as he attempted to move past Shane but was forced back to his original spot.

"Like hell you are! We haven't even searched all the property and you just want to go and be the hero?! Is that it?" Shane questioned as he shoved the boy back. "Don't you fucking touch me, Shane," Roland warned before shoving the man back. "I'm going after my mother. You can come or you can sit on your ass and continue to waste our time while she could either be dead or alive." He snapped before moving past Shane. Making sure to bump shoulders with the former police officer before getting in the tiny vehicle.

Turning it on, Roland didn't waste a second peeling out of the driveway of the farm and flooring it. Going in the direction of the town that he'd seen on one of the maps inside the house. He didn't want to leave so soon since he wanted to be with Beth, but he had to search for his mom. If he could find her, it would be the best time for him to tell the truth about what he did to Otis. And to explain why they couldn't trust him, or Shane.

After their short hug, Dale had explained to Roland that Shane wasn't someone he should be following. And as the information about Shane being erratic and dangerous pilled up onto Roland, he realized that and agreed. It also made Roland feel like a dumbass to be following Shane for so long and not questioning any of his uncle's actions. Not to call him out on the bullshit that he pulled and not drawing the line.

But in other ways, Roland realized that in this world, there were no lines to be drawn. It was survival of the fittest and people needed to realize that quickly. Roland had realized that the moment he killed Otis and he knew that his sins wouldn't be washed away by doing the right thing. All actions would lead down the road of destruction and at this moment, Roland had to understand that.

Such as now, his mom leaving the farm without a word or warning. There would be consequences and he knew that there was only a matter of time. Just in a moment, things could turn to absolute shit and ruin everything they've done. That was something Roland wouldn't let happen, even if he died making sure it was secure.

Approaching the down, the only light guiding him being the moon rays shining down on the earth. The crunching of rocks from the weight of the vehicle's tires being the main source of sound he could hear. It was empty, quiet, abandoned. It was all too eerie for Roland's liking.

The sound of gunshot's alerted Roland as his eyes were glued to the dark town in front of him. Quickly shutting off the car lights and parking, Roland scanned the streets in an attempt to spot anybody. Opening the door Roland placed the sniper rifle in the passenger seat on the top of the door as support. Putting his eye near the scope and scanning the surroundings before stopping.

Seeing a bar with its glass on the door shattered and the distant yells from a voice. That was enough for Roland to get out of the vehicle and shut the door quietly. Placing the strap from the gun around his torso before pulling out his pistol and rushing up the street. Keeping to the shadows to hide him from any eyes that could spot him. His heart pounded against his chest as he rushed to a large concrete flower bed.

Peaking his head over to hear a gunshot making him flinch and lower his head behind the cover on instinct. When he realized it didn't come towards him, Roland got up from his cover and rushed down an alley beside him to circle around and make his way to the building that had been attracting all the attention.

Upon coming to the edge of the alley, he glanced around the corner to see a little break of grass from the road and an alley on the other end. He recoiled behind the cover when seeing a dark-skinned man walking over with his gun raised. Two gunshots rang out simultaneously and the man dropped to the ground. Groans coming from him as Roland scanned the surroundings, trying to figure out who the other gunshot belonged to.

After a few moment's Roland quickly walked over to the man as he shoved his pistol into the back of his pants. His eyes finding at the back of the bar was Hershal with his eyes widening at the sight of him. Roland placed a finger over his mouth to silence the older man who nodded. Looking down at the groaning man, Roland grabbed his knife from the strap of his vest as the man's eyes widened. "No, please." He groaned out, a cry of pain coming out.

Roland clenched his jaw and looked around as he plunged his knife into the man's head. Grunting when he ripped it out before wiping the blood off the weapon on the man's button-up shirt. Sheathing the knife, Roland quickly moved down the alley to see Hershel still standing in the same spot and he stepped into the back of the bar and stood by him.

"Where's my Dad?" He whispered as Hershel glanced at him. "Behind the dumpster with Glenn. I don't know if Glenn was shot or not." The older man explained and Roland explained as he shrugged off the strap around his body and began wrapping it around his left forearm. "What happened?" Roland asked and Hershel glanced in the direction of the man that Roland stabbed in the head. "Two men showed up. Drew on us and your dad shot them. They had others and we don't know where they are."

A nod was given in response before the sound of gunshots rang out again and both Hershel and Roland took a tiny step back. Unsure if the bullets were meant for them or Glenn and Rick. Cautiously, Roland looked around the corner and made eye contact with his father. Giving him a nod as he began moving down the alleyway. His back glued to the wall until he stopped at the sound of a vehicle could be heard.

"Let's get out of here!" The man from the white truck exclaimed to his friend on the top of a roof across the street from the alley. "Roamers all over the place! Hurry up! We gotta get out of here!" The man added before the boy on the top of the roof leaned over looking down. "What about Sean?" He called out in response. "They shot him and another stabbed him. We gotta go. Roamers are everywhere." The other responded.

"We're leaving?" The boy questioned as his friend nodded. "Jump!" He ordered as the boy moved to the edge of the building with his eyes focused on the building across from him. "Hurry up, jump already." Doing as he was told, the boy jumped and landed roughly with a grunt before disappearing from Roland's view. Soon the scream's of pain ripping through the air as Roland lowered his head with a shake. "Help me! Help- Help me!" The boy cried out as the sound of the truck moving got Roland's attention. "I've gotta go. I'm sorry!" He called out before the engine of the vehicle revved before Roland watched it fly by down the street.

"Get Hershel," Rick ordered Glenn before motioning his son to follow him. They ran across the street towards the sound of the crying before stopping at the sight. The boy's leg was caught on a piece of a sharp gate that was impaled through his shin. Roland lowered his rifle as his dad inspected the wound, trying to figure out a way to get him out of it.

Roland ran a hand down his sweating face as he stood beside his dad and stared at the wound. Cringing at the squealing sound it made when the boy moved it even in the slightest. When he glanced at his dad, he could see the gears turning in his head, but Roland knew this kid was a lost cause. Usually, Roland would try and save people who deserved it, but this kid was not one of them.

The cries coming from the boy began making Roland begin to have a headache and he walked to the side of the dumpster the boy was laying on and clamped his hand around his mouth. "Do you want to fucking die?" Roland questioned and the boy groaned into his hand. "Shut up, now." He growled before removing his hand from the boy's mouth.

"Rick!" Hershel called out, gaining both Grimes's attention as Hershel and Glenn rushed over. "We have to go now," Hershel told the man as the boy sat up and shook his head. "No!" He exclaimed and Hershel turned to the boy. "I'm sorry, son. We have to go." Roland walked over to Glenn and ran a hand through his hair in anxiety as he glanced around. Knowing exactly that with this kid's screaming he was drawing in walkers all over.

"No, no, don't leave me please." The boy pleaded with tears streaming down his cheeks. "Dad, we need to go, now!" Roland snapped. "We can't," Rick growled as Glenn looked at him confused. "He was just shooting at us!" Glenn motioned to the boy as Rick glared at him. "He's just a kid."

"This place is crawling with walkers!" Glenn yelled back in response, clearly frazzled of the idea of staying in this town where walkers were closing in on with each second. "We can't leave him!" Rick fired back. "The fence went clean through. There's no way we can get the leg off in one piece." Hershel explained as Glenn came over and shook the fence. Causing the boy to start screaming out pain as Rick pointed his gun at the boy. "Shut up! Shut up or I will shoot you!"

"That may be the answer," Hershel stated as he pulled Rick away as Roland walked over. "Shut up," Glenn ordered as the boy kept crying. Grabbing his ankle, Glenn lifted the leg and caused the boy to cry in pain. "I'm sorry. Sh- Sh- Shut up." Glenn told him before Roland grounded his teeth and clasped his hand tightly around the boy's throat.

"I don't wanna see any more killing, but this is cruel." Roland's hand shoved the boy's head down on the top of the dumpster making him groan. "Can't we just take the leg off?" Glenn questioned the older pair that were still talking but stopped at the question. All four of them shared a knowing look as the injured boy sat up.

It would be bad for Roland to say that as long as the kid shut up then he would be fine with anything. He was not in the mood to get eaten alive because some kid wouldn't shut his mouth. All Roland cared about was going back to the farm and hopefully seeing his mother there, and sitting with Beth until she recovered from the shock. Which had worsened with Hershel being gone for so long, so it was Roland's mission to bring all three of them back.

"That hatchet still in the car?" Rick asked as the kid pleaded for them not to cut off his leg. "Will this cut through the bone?" Rick asked as he pulled out a knife and held it out for Hershel. "I'll have to sever the ligaments below the kneecap, cut above the tibia. He's going to lose his lower leg." Hershel explained and Roland slapped the boy across the face when he began fussing like a baby. "When we get clear of here, we're gonna have to find some tinder, cauterize the wound so he doesn't bleed out." The man explained as he took off his button-up. "All right, no choice. Hurry up." Rick told them as Roland shrugged the strap from the rifle around his shoulder.

"I'm running back to the car. I'll come back around and if I don't show up, don't wait up." He told his dad before turning to leave. His shoulder was grasped tightly before he was pulled in close. Both Grimes's face close as Rick took quick breaths. "Stay safe." He told his son who nodded before turning and running in the direction of the car.

The sound of growls appeared all around Roland as he pulled out his knife, preparing himself to kill the rotting corpses that would be stumbling around. Flinching at the sound of gunshots as the screams from the kid could be heard behind him. Roland slowed down as he saw a few walkers stumbling around his car. Twirling the knife into a reverse grip, Roland ran at the first and stabbed it in the forehead. Pushing its now lifeless body away before turning to the other two.

Roland kicked the second, sending it into the side of the car before turning to the other. Stabbing it in the temple before kicking it away and turning to the last that was slowly getting up from the ground. Walking over, Roland stomped the creature's head in and cringed at the sudden burst of the rotting aroma. The rotting brain matter and skin splattered all over across the pavement of the road.

When more gunshots began ringing out through the air, Roland quickly got into the car and started it. Slamming his foot on the accelerator as he could see the muzzle flares from Glenn's shotgun. A few walkers filled the street in front of Roland and he grumbled. "Fuck it." He shifted gears and pushed his foot down harder as his arms stiffened. He ran over two of the rotting corpses, one hitting the windshield and rolling off the top, and the other being turned into tomato smush under the car. The glass spider webbing, causing Roland to curse quietly as he refrained from kicking open the window.

Slamming on the breaks, Roland saw his dad grab the boy's leg and rip it up from the fence, an ear-piercing screen ripping through the ear. "Hurry the fuck up!" Roland yelled after rolling down the passenger window. Rick grabbed the boy and began moving him towards the direction of the truck. Glenn went to the passenger seat while Hershel got into the other truck in front of the beige one that Rick was getting into. Firing off one more shot, Glenn got inside the car, slamming the door shut just as Rick and Hershel took the lead in their vehicles and Roland following closely behind.

Taking a turn, Roland glanced at his friend and chuckled. "Shit yourself?" He quipped as Glenn huffed and puffed as he rested his head against the headrest of the seat. "Yup."