Peter's Story/Issue 3

{Next Morning Peter goes out of his tent to see Jacqui doing some ironing,

Peter: Good morning *he says with a smile*

Jacqui: Morning Peter, sleep... *she looks over at the Peletiers tent as Sophia come out*

{Peter goes over to Sophia}

Peter: hey Sophia, how are you this morning?

Sophia: good *Carol comes out*, how are you?

Peter: Morning Carol *he says with a smile*, I’m good Sophia, hey Carol, do you want me to look after Sophia for a while?

Carol: *nodding* Yes that would be great, thanks Peter

Peter: its fine, I’ll just take them down to the river, for a walk, *Peter goes over to Carl* come on Carl, *Carl and Sophia follow Peter*, hey Shane, I’m just taking the kids down to the river

Shane: okay, you got your gun?

Peter: Yes daddy *as Shane laughs, Peter sees Morales*, hey Morales, I’m taking Carl and Sophia down to the river, do you want me to take Louis and Eliza

Morales: Yes please, *he calls the kids over* kids you go down to the river with the others, now you two behave yourselves, Peter *Peter looks back* thanks

Peter: No problem

{Peter, Carl, Sophia, Eliza and Louis all walk down to the river}

Peter: now you all be careful, I don’t want to be carrying anyone back up to the camp if you fall, they go over to the river and play around, *Peter sits on one of the rocks, he notices Sophia has a bruise on her arm *, DALE!!

{Dale, Shane and Morales come running down}

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: what’s the matter?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: look at Sophia’s arm *they all look at it and see the bruise on it* what do we do?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Dale: Shane, and I will go and have a word with Ed later on, you just stay here for a while, *they see Ed coming down*

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Ed: Sophia, come on let’s go

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: Ed she’s fine with me

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Ed: Listen Kid, I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but my daughter isn’t your problem, she’ mine

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: It’s my problem when you’ve been hurting her *Ed walks closer to Peter, but Peter doesn’t move*

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Ed: *spits in his face* Sophia, don’t let me call you again, *Sophia goes back up to camp with Ed*

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">{Peter wipes off the spit from his face}

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: god I hate that man, *looks to Peter* you ‘all right?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: Me, oh yeah I’ll be fine, its Carol and Sophia that I’m concerned about. *he looks over to the kids* hey guys come on, let’s go back up. *so they all head back up to camp*

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">{At camp Lori and Carol are talking, Lori nods her head at Shane, signalling to him that she does have bruising}

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: Hey Peter

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: *walks over to Shane* yeah, what do you want?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: Can you go out and get us some wood?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: *grabbing his gun* yeah sure

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Amy: *goes over to Peter as he is about to leave* hey, can I come

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: yeah sure *they share a smile*

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: So how old are you?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Amy: 24, and you?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: 25

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Amy: cool, do you have a girlfriend?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: nope, why you ask? *he winks at her*

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Amy: I’m very lonely in this world *she holds her hand out to Peter and they then hold hands, peter then goes to kiss her*

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: oh I’m sorry, is this too fast?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Amy, No *she goes to kiss him again, but is stopped by a noise*

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: What was that?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Amy: I don’t know, is it a walker?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: it came from over there *they go over to the noise to see a walker*

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Amy: *shocked* what do we do?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: *whistles, Walker see them* Amy get behind me

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">{the walker advances on them, Peter gets a good grip of his axe, and when the walker gets nearer to them, he swings the axe and hits the walker in the head, he continues to slash out the walkers brains, getting some blood on him}

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: *stands up* come on, let’s get back to the other

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Amy *nodding her head* okay

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">{the pair walk off holding hands, when they get back to camp Dale and Andrea see Amy and Peter holding hands, they smile}

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: *noticing Blood on Peter* you ‘all right

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: *Andrea comes over to see if Amy is all right* we just ran into a walker, killed it though, we weren’t hurt

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: Good, here help me with chopping some wood *Amy kisses Peter and walks off with Andrea into the RV, Shane and Dale smile at him* so?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: What?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Dale: I may be old, but I can still notice that a man doesn’t just walk into the forest with a girl and come back holding hands and kissing *the two look at Peter*

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: How do you youngsters do it *Dale smirks*

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">{Suddenly the radio is heard}

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: *goes over to the radio* hello? *radio goes static*, hey Shane someone’s trying to get through

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: *goes over to the radio, takes it off Peter* Hello, hello, this is Officer Shane Walsh over. *radio goes static*

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Man on radio: heading...into the city.......over

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">{The radio goes silent}

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Amy: Well we know that there are others

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Lori: That man will be heading into Atlanta not knowing what’s hit him, we need to go and put signs up to let people know that it’s not safe

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: absolutely not, anybody’s going anywhere

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Glenn: I can go into the city and get supplies while we’re there

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: Lori you can’t go

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">{Andrea, Morales, Merle, T-Dog, Jacqui and Glenn say that they will go now, so they all leave to go to Atlanta}

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: *goes over to Amy* she’ll be just fine, don’t you be worried *she hugs him*

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">'' Four hours after Andrea and the others left to go into the city for supplies ''

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">{Shane, Lori and Carl are sitting by the fire, Lori is cutting Carl’s hair, and Shane is cleaning his gun}

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Lori: You gotta stop fidgeting

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: I think if you cut any more hair off, he’ll be bald *Carl looks up*

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Lori: He’s just messing

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">{Meanwhile Amy is playing with the kids; Peter is up on the RV while dale is fixing the RV along with Jim}

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: walker!

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">{Everyone now is alerted, and walking near the RV}

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: Where

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: along the road

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: just the one?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: I can only see the one

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: Jim, come with me

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: I’ll go to

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: no, you need to guide us to him

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: fine.

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">{So Shane and Jim run down the road, they then can be seen by Peter who is looking through the binoculars, Peter then sees Shane batter the walker by the butt of his shotgun}

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Dale: Well?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: its okay, just you go back to doing what you were doing!

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">{Dale then goes up on watch with Peter, at this time Shane and Jim have arrived back}

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: good spotting

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: thanks

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Dale: Yeah, well done *he pats Peter on the back*

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">{Suddenly the radio is heard}

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"> T-Dog  : he...hello

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"> Dale  : T-Dog?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">T-Dog: Come in.....an...one....trapped

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Dale: T-Dog, repeat that last bit

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">{The radio goes static}

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Amy: was that them?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Dale: yeah, it was T-Dog

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Amy: they said they were trapped

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: I’m goin’ into Atlanta *Peter climbs down the ladder onto the ground*

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: No you’re not

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: Eh, yeah I am

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Amy: I’ll go to

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: Nobody’s going anywhere

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Amy: my sister’s there...you son of a bitch *she runs off*

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Lori: Amy!

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">{Peter shakes his head at Shane and walks off into his own tent}

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">''Inside Peter’s tent ''

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">{Peter is getting his gun bag out, he sets his three guns onto his table and gets the cleaning gear out, he also brings the ten boxes of ammo out as well}

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: alright if I come in?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: suppose

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: that’s some nice cleaning gear

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: I got it when I won the comp.

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: I never actually congratulated you

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: under the circumstances I forgive you

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: you okay?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: the world has gone to hell, my family are most likely dead, my Uncle is dead, I’m living with a bunch of people I don’t even know, but apart from that...yeah, I’m fine

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: listen you know you can’t go out into the city

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: okay

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: yeah?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: is that all?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: I think so

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: okay, I’ve got a lot of cleaning to do...if you don’t mind

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: *rubs his head* sure

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: *nods* thanks

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">{Shane walks outside to hear a car alarm}

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: Talk to me dale?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Dale: Can’t tell, stolen car is my guess

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Miranda: Is it them?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Dale: Don’t know yet *see a red sports car *

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: *Glenn gets out of the car* Shut that dam thing off

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Jim: I’m on it *Jim turns it off*

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: Do you want to attract walker here?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Glenn: Sorry, never thought about that

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Amy: Andrea, the others, our they okay, where are they?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Glenn: chill, there coming now

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">{They all see a van coming along, Jacqui comes out}

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Jacqui: *runs to Jim and they hug* see, told you I’d be back

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Dale: How the hell did you get out of there?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: Yeah we thought you’d be dead by now

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Morales: It was thanks to the new guy

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: New guy

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Morales: Yeah says he a police man, like you Shane...hey helicopter boy, come meet the crew

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Carl: DAD, DAD!!!

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">{everyone looks to see a Lori and Carl run to the man, who’s called Rick, they all smile as they see their family has been reunited}

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: Uncle Rick! *He shouts as he runs over and hugs Rick*

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">''Later that night ''

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">{Peter, Rick, Lori, Carl, Shane, T-Dog, Glenn, Dale, Andrea Amy, Jacqui, Jim, Morales and his family are all sitting around one of the camp fires, while Ed, Carol and Sophia are around there’s}

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Rick: confusion, that’s really what I felt most, like I woken up from a deep sleep into a nightmare, I didn’t even know what was goin on

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Carl: Mom said you died

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Rick: she had every reason to believe that

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Lori: they said that they were going to be evacuating all of the patients to Atlanta

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: but that never happened

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Rick: well from what I saw of the Hospital they got overrun

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Shane: yeah, that’s just about right; man I only just got outta there alive, along with Carl and Lori, and Peter

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Rick: I can’t begin to even thank you for what you did Shane

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Amy: no for the matter of Merle Dixon

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: We need to figure out what we say to Daryl

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Jacqui: couldn’t we just lie?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: bad idea, we tell the truth

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Andrea: your husband did what was right, Merle was outta control

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Dale: and that’s what we tell Daryl?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: we’re gonna have a hell of a fight when he comes back from his hunt

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">T-Dog: I’ll tell him, it was me who dropped the keys

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Rick: No, I’ll tell him, I chained him there in the first place

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: its turning out to be a competition *he laughed*

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">T-Dog: I was scared, and I ran

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Andrea: We all ran, what’s your point?

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">T-Dog: I stopped long enough to padlock the door shut with a chain, meaning not many geeks could get up there and also that Dixon’s alive. *T-Dog gets up and walks away*

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">Peter: *staring blankly at the ground* I’m off, see you in the morning *Peter walks off*

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">{In his tent he takes off his cloths and puts his nightwear on, he then sets his shotgun beside his sleeping bag and then puts his Desert Eagle into safety mode and puts it under his pillow, he then gets into his sleeping bag and puts his light out}