I haven't written anything creatively in years, so please go easy on me! Haha. This is a one shot and very short. It was in my head and just itching to come out. Told from Lizzie's psycho detached perspective. Obviously I don't own TWD, so please don't sue me. You won't get much. :P
It was so, so very red.
Her bright blue eyes widened, pupils dilating in pain and terror as her delicate hands reached to grip her abdomen, her small feet stumbling backward. I looked at the knife for a moment after pulling it out, tilting my head, studying the gleam of her dripping blood on the thin blade. "It's okay," I murmured, glancing down to where Judith rested comfortably on the nearby blanket, sucking on one of her tiny fists as she drowsed. I advanced toward my sister again, my lips parting in a smile. "It's okay, Mika," I said softly, gripping the knife just a little tighter. It was starting to get sticky. "I have to do this. We have to show them. Walkers are just people. There's nothing to be afraid of."
"Please." Her plea was a thin reed of sound, almost lost in the quiet breeze surrounding us in the yard. I took another step to her, watching her fall backward, her blonde hair splaying about her shoulders in a disheveled heap as she landed hard in the grass. My eyelid twitched as I watched her chubby fingers attempt to stem the flow of pulsing blood.
I knelt beside her, unconcerned, watching the red soaking her beige shirt and blinking in fascination as it spread across the soft cotton fabric. My fingers compulsively tightened on the handle of my knife. My knife, that was going to give them all of the answers. My knife, the tool that was finally going to make them see.
She wept as I gently pushed her flat on her back, her small hands batting weakly at me. Her pitiful attempt to fight me didn't make any difference. I was bigger and stronger, and my blade was sharp. It surprised me, how easily it had parted her flesh. I'd thought this would be more difficult, but it was just as simple as dissecting the rats had been - maybe even easier, because she wasn't as hard to catch. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that her cries barely registered.
"It's all going to be just fine," I whispered, brushing a thin strand of her golden hair from her smooth little brow, tucking it behind her ear and leaving a small smear of blood across her forehead. She was barely even struggling anymore, just looking up at me, tears trickling from the corners of her eyes. "Now they're going to understand." I rubbed her shoulder gently, soothingly. "It'll be alright." I calmly wiped my steel off on the thick green grass, reaching over to pluck a tiny nearby flower. I placed it between her bloody fingers.
I smiled as I peeled back her shirt a bit, resting my knife against a spot that hadn't yet been marred by my blade. I held it there as I looked at her pale face.
"Besides, it's not like it's going to be forever. This isn't the end. You're going to come back. We'll be together, and you're going to be just fine." Putting my weight behind it, I pushed my knife in again, and again, and yet again. I twisted it, spilling a sea of red.
She sighed almost sweetly as her eyes fluttered shut, and then there was only stillness.
I smiled. "Now they'll see."