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My family is little now and broken but worth fighting for

Lexi James grunted in Pain as she lifted the bags out of their truck, son of a bitch her stomach hurt. She wished she had put a bullet through that assholes head when he had attacked her but seeing her baby sisters watching her had made her back down. At 25 she was strong willed and never took crap off of anyone, raising three sisters had helped as had her job. She had met some shady characters over the years, being a nurse then later a medical student led to her meeting many fucked up characters..

It was still part of her damn nature to help people, that is why she had helped that fucker and she almost paid for it with her and her sisters lives. She would not be making the same mistake. Still the stab wound he gave her was making sure that now she was the one in need of someones help. She had managed to stitch herself up but being unable to stop for longer than a day meant she kept ripping her stitches and even now she could feel the blood seeping into the wound dressing. She was fucked which meant her sisters would be fucked too and that is something she refused to let happen.

Her sisters were tough like her but still fragile in many ways and needed someone to protect them in the world even before this shit happened. If anything happened to her they would not last long without someone looking out for them the same way she had. They were still just children, teenagers but still new to the ugliness of the world, still innocent in many ways. Then the world had gone to shit and they were left fighting to make it through the day alive.

She still remembered the day she got the call to say her parents had died, the numbness that set in had taken a long time to fade. She had bottled her grief and pain and thrown her time into caring for her baby sisters. They were too young to have lost so much and she had spent the last four years trying to fill the void in their lives by being there for them. It had never been a question if she would take full care of them and she had moved back home to the farm getting a job at the local hospital. She wished her holiday had been just a few days later because then she would have been home at the farm when this happened, not hundreds of miles away in a strange city.

Summer had wanted to go to the cheer leading tournament and Charlie had a convention she wanted to visit, both events in Atlanta so they had decided to go during the holidays. It was often an argument of where to go as both girls were like chalk and cheese. Summer was 17 and full of life and a bubbly personality with a hint of the James bitchy nature that was present in them all. Summer was loyal though and was only a bitch to those that hurt her or those she cared about. Charlie was every bit the walking emo at 15 she had only been 11 when they lost their folks and it hit her hard. She avoided every thing that Summer seemed to cling to. The two of them were polar opposites and argued often but they always had each others backs if anyone tried to mess with them. Then there was Jessica the baby at only 12, she had experienced way too much pain and heartache in her young life and they all tried to shield her from it all but it was in vain.

In this world now there was no chance to be a child or a teenager, only the chance to survive, so she was hard on them. She made them tough and made them fight to survive and didn't allow them to wallow in self pity and they had responded, for now. She wasn't a fool though and she knew that without her that would fall apart, she was the glue that held them together and kept them strong.

They needed to find another group and shelter so she could heal and part of her wanted to find someone she could trust enough to care for the girls if anything happened to her.

As she shouldered the sack, she felt a dizziness sweep over her, she had lost a lot of blood with the wound and they were all exhausted and the truck had just died. Now the only option was to hike through the woodland to find some farm houses and see if there were any survivors or at least some shelter

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As the three girls walked ahead of her she noticed how they were on high alert for any sign of the walkers ready to get up high if needed. She really hoped there wasn't a massive horde of walkers near by as she was in no fit state to climb up one of the trees. She held the shotgun in one hand her hand her other held the bandage close to the leaking wound as she looked at the blond curls that had graced each off her sisters.

She wondered sometimes if fighting to survive was just because she was too damn stubborn to bend over and take what life threw her way. She didn't know if there was much point if all they had too look forward to was being scared all the time and dying some painful death. She didn't want that for her girls but she could never take the cowards way out and she could never hurt them even if she thought it would save them from a lot of hurt and pain. Opting out was not an option.

As her vision swam in front of her she stumbled to reach for Jessica who was always closest to her. Jessica was surprised as her sisters knew better than to touch each other without warning first as it surprised them. Sure enough the surprise had Jessica letting out a blood curdling scream thinking a walker had attacked her. When she realised it was her Lexi reaching out to support her weight she didn't stop screaming because Lexi had now dropped to her knees and rocked a few times before passing out on the forest floor.

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